The Stories

The Stories One - The Thrash of Naked
Limbs Two - Le Cerf Malade
Three - Gather Me Up Forever
Four - I Am The Bloody Earth Five - Transcending
(Into the Exquisite) Six - The Crown of
Sympathy (Remix) Tracks 1,
2 & 3 from "The Thrash of Naked Limbs"
e.p. Vile 37T. Tracks 4,
5 & 6 from "I Am The Bloody Earth"
e.p. Vile 44T. The Thrash Of Naked
Limbs Beauty is fragile,
and time eats at it This passion
play Smothered in effort,
The thrash of naked limbs Glistening
skin Close your eyes,
the whispered sighs Frightening
lust Sweet was her breath,
tasted by mine Words are more effective when
concealed Through the halflight on her
body My fearful hands tremble their way
Take me, anywhere that you like
Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
Take me, anywhere. Warm the night
Take me, take me, take me With the lights low,
and you naked on the warm floor Me beside
you, softly kissing, caressing Make love
to her while she's crying I could die
now, and die happy Le Cerf Malade
Il en coute A qui vous reclame
Medecins du corps et de l'ame O
temps! O moeurs! J'ai beau crier Tout
le monde se fait payer Gather Me
Up Forever The pain never stops
The race ignore me I
sit here twisted, and it hurts me.
The Son is near
His way made for him Among
the hopes Ten thousand suffering
Oh how my heart aches The
brilliant stories cascade about me
To be handsome again Thou art all deformed,
and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand,
I touch with my heart. The affection
of stillness Kiss the hand that blesses
me And as the panting ceased
My blood runs now fierce This when
I was young, before I knew nothing Now I'm the hunted,
for the guilt that stains my hands.
I Am The Bloody Earth Lay
down with beasts, and welter in my gore Fill your
cups of Christ. I am the bloody earth Bright,
riding in heaven. The player in rags White
Bat is death? Feed it to pigs Rise to be
a king, shining with power Down silent
avenues, I live on Life You owe
yours to me Wear Me around your
neck Kneel And cry for me
Son Father please help me
Safe delivery of a handsome child
Merry and sweet looking My endeavours
to rise seem useless But I will fight the distance between us