RAKE AT THE GATES OF HELL: JOHN CONSTANTINE.
"blood thirsty bastards"; dirty pretty things
all the sycophants and vampires, well, I packed them off to hell
oh I’ve been up for days now, I hope no one can tell
I do my bit, oh yes, to cleanse my hands from lies
I'm feeding up the zombies hatched from their own eyes
and from these eyes — the weary eyes — come shadows of a very different man
bloodthirsty bastards making plans for no one but their own
I got to be my own master, get away from these braggards, tricksters, foolish clones
oh, look at how they laugh at you now, what did you do to make this bad become true?
for heaven's sake, such a silly mistake
you’re a legend in your mind but a rumour in your room
they all followed me down here to an alley's dirty end
oh, I had nothing to give them, I just thought they were my friends
doesn't matter now, I’m angry anyhow
so it's the best way I can deal with bloodthirsty bastards
making plans for no one but their kind
only now do I see it, I know I don’t need it, no
I pay them no mind
bloodthirsty bastards making plans for no one but themselves
in this world of disaster, I just need someone to myself.
"the fine art of falling apart"; matthew good
I walk alone and I
I ride alone and I
I rock myself to sleep
baby, there ain't enough room in this world
for people like you and horrors like me
I stand alone and I
I fight alone and I
stay clean by feeling cheap
and baby, there ain't enough room in this world
for perfections like you and monsters like me
a time of darkness
you will look absurd and you will feel inert
and you will go looking to blame somebody
you see, I used to think that I'd get over everything
but everything just got over me
I'm some of it, you're some of it, we're some of it
I'm certain of it
I walk alone and I
I ride alone and you know
that's all right by me
see, baby, 'cause
there ain't enough room in this world
for a great, great many things.
"the libertine"; patrick wolf
the magician's secrets all revealed
and the preacher's lies are all concealed
and all our heroes lack any conviction
they shout through the bars of cliché and addiction.
so I've got to go, I've got to go, so here I go
I'm gonna run the risk of being free
and in this drought of truth and invention, whooever shouts the loudest gets the most attention
so we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except:
"bow down, bow down, bow down to your god"
then we hit the floor, and make ourselves an idol to bow before.
well I can't, and I won't bow down anymore.
"rake at the gates of hell"; the pogues
I'll be with them asleep or dreaming
I'll be there when they wake up screaming
at the hour of death I will nurse them
to have a moment more to curse them
watch the maggots crawl out of them
hear the angels call above them
watch them as the cold air sucks them
down to hell, good night good luck
then if any should escape above me
beg and cheat until they trust me
drag them down to be damned with me
laugh at them as they forgive me.
"a rainy night in soho"; the pogues
I've been loving you a long time
down all the years, down all the days
and I've cried for all your troubles
smiled at your funny little ways
we watched our friends grow up together
and we saw them as they fell
some of them fell into heaven
some of them fell into hell.
"i'm a wicked one"; the hives
they say it's off the record, gotta keep it clean
can't be too abusive, can't be too obscene
but he's got a plan to build a future, he's been putting it off for way too long
another safety pin through his cheek and he's three chords short of a punk-rock song
wicked is as wicked does, he'll fight it till the end
he'll show his finger then say: I'm a wicked one.
he's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way
can't be all that happy, can't be all that gay
wicked is as wicked does, he'll fight it till the end
he'll show his finger then say: I'm a wicked one.
they say 'get off the stage' they say 'get outta here'
can't be all that punk-rock, can't be all that queer
he'll make them wish they never knew him, he'll make them pay for being wrong
but he doesn't really know how to do that
so we'll give him three chords to his punk-rock song.
wicked is as wicked does, he'll fight it till the end
he'll show his finger then say: I'M A WICKED ONE.
"under the gun"; the killers
yeah, she's got a criminal mind, he's got a reason to pray
his life is under the gun he's got to hold every day
now he just wants to wake up, yeah, just to prove it's a dream
'cause she's an angel for sure but that remains to be seen
because heaven sends and heaven takes
crashing cars in his brain
keep him tied to a dream
and only she can set him free
and then he says to me:
"kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now"
"great rock 'n' roll swindle"; sex pistols
people said we couldn't play
they called us foul-mothed yobs
but the only notes that really count
are the ones that come in wads
they all drowned when the air turned blue
'cause we didn't give a toss
filthy lucre, ain't nothing new
but we all get cash from the chaos
the time is right to do it now
the greatest rock'n'roll swindle
the time is right to do it now.
"search and destroy"; iggy pop
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and destroys.
"hellhound"; the misfits
got a hellhound dog
that hellhound's gonna rip your face off
got a hellhound dog
that hellhound's gonna be there in the way
got a hellhound born
you see it's born to the pack
got a hellhound dog.
"a figure walks"; the fall
a figure walks behind you
a figure walks behind you
a shadow walks behind you
a figure walks behind you
days of booze and roses
shine on us, free us all
who is not irascible
he is no genius
the old golden savages
killed their philosophers
thought brought the drought about
something followed me out
goes out again.
"venus of the hardsell"; mucous membrane
'cos one mutt yaps and the pack starts baying
blood for the gods, it's cheaper than praying
soldier boys die but superman still flies
violent days, it's a permanent craze
it never pays to love the venus of the hardsell
don't screw around with the venus of the hardsell.
"all fired up"; interpol
I dream of you draped in wires and leaning on the brakes
as I leave you with restless liars and dealers on the take
and I can read you like a gumshoe, watch this meeting-hall sweat and shake
I'll take you on, I'll take you on, I'll take you on, I'll take you all on.
I'll take you on, oh, I'll take you on, I'll take you on, I'll take you on.
and strike you with desire of fault lines
no clutch, no storm
I can bind you with no ties and leash, and watch you fall
you see, I've got this soul, it's all fired up, this soul it's all fired up
this soul, I got this soul, it's all fired up, this soul, it's all fired up
it's all fired up, it's all fired up, it's all fired up
I teach you of death's desires reflected in lakes
as I lead you in a fearful file to a precipitous fate
and I welcome you, I welcome your sweethearts that bleed and break
I'll take you on.
I'll take you on.
I'll take you on.
I'll take you all on.
I'll take you on when your will is gone.
"red right hand"; nick cave and the bad seeds
on the gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
with a dusty black coat and a red right hand
he'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
he'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
he'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
but there won't be a single thing that you can do
he's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
they're-a whispering his name through this disappearing land
but hidden in his coat is a red right hand.
"to hell with good intentions"; mclusky
my love is bigger than your love
we take more drugs than a touring funk band, sing it
my love is bigger than your love, sing it
my love is bigger than your love, sing it
my band is better than your band
we've got more songs than a song convention, sing it
my love is bigger than your love, sing it
my love is bigger than your love, sing it
and we're all going straight to hell.
"the life and death of mr. badmouth"; pj harvey
baby, you got a bad, bad mouth
everything is poison coming out, coming out
cheating, lying since the day you were born
someone ought to rinse it out with soap
wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
no kind words are coming out of your mouth
plenty goes in, but nothing good comes out
badmouth, sadmouth, you were an unhappy child
that doesn't make your lying tongue alright
wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
'cos everything is poison
you'll be the unhappy one
your lips taste of poison
you're gonna be left alone.
"i heard it through the grapevine (cover)"; kaiser chiefs
I heard it through the grapevine
not much longer would you be mine
oh, I heard it through the grapevine
oh, and I'm just about to lose my mind
honey, honey, yeah.
"scythian empire"; andrew bird
five-day forecast bring black tar rains and hellfire
while handpicked handler's kid gloves tear at the inseams
their halliburton attaché cases are useless.
"murderer"; wintersleep
you're gonna want it all back, you're gonna want it all
are you a rightous man?
throwing the witches on the fire, you're gonna burn em up
are you so violent, yeah?
you're gonna want it all back, you're gonna want it all
they're gonna cut your neck
give me the words you said you liked, you're gonna want it all
are you a violent man? are we the lovers in July?
and then the lightning comes, oh, and it don't come back
you're gonna want it all back, you're gonna want it all
are you a violent man?
throwing the witches on the fire
they're gonna cut your neck
