She prayed but got the ansaphone, said 'God's not home, try later....'
Heard the tone, a trumpet call. Down came the walls and smashed her
Skull. The lady strolled to Heaven, but the golden gates were locked.
The drains were blocked, the fountains wrecked, a ragged queue stretched
Round the fence. And tents pitched, angels wearing leather - burning
Broken harps. The ghetto blasters blasting Rimsky-Korsakov, distorted.
Waltzing naked to the pool, and casting lines and shooting pool on
Plastic barges. Flashin g sign says 'Make a fortune! Take your time!' A
Wine was free, the bar was busy, ladies easy - gave receipts. And angel
Police would take a bribe, just quote the Bible, chapter, verse. And
Curse the devil, curse his wife - the mice are playing, the cat's away!
Can let their hair down for a day - she prayed again and joined the
Party!
1 | I Love You in Your Tragic Beauty |
2 | True Love |
3 | Sterre |
4 | Love Puppets |
5 | Hotel Noir |
6 | The More it Changes |
7 | Lisa Goes Surfing |
8 | Our Lady in Chambers |
9 | The Ocean Cried Blue Murder |
10 | On Another Shore |