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Darling, Are You Ready For The Electric Chair Yet? (lyrics 1990-ish)
Her memory is dancing on my fingertips
Last tango of my knuckled heart
Chalked my outline on the bedroom floor
I am no body, have nobody.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing ECT dramas on the BBC
Oh come around and I’ll plug you in
Shock yourself back to me.
When I heard her talking Latin
And tattooed PLATH on her desk
Me and my heart….oh me and my heart
We stole the weekend away
Dreaming of the Monday girl.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing ECT dramas on the BBC
Oh come around and I’ll plug you in
Shock yourself back to me.
A three term love affair with
Miss ‘Dead End Town 1987.’
I sat behind her in biology
And it strange how the sun
Spun her hair gold.
Skirt riding up thighs on the waltzers
Skimming stones over springtides.
I’m ready, pull the trigger
Trigger trigger ready ready -
A blazing June
But eight million rain storms
Drowned my heart
Oh, pull the trigger.
It’s frying time at the ocean shop
Darling, I’m ready for the electric chair
Turn voltage to sky high
Abandon ship
Abandon ship
All who sailed her.
* 3 of 'The Collector.' In daze of demo days & fifteen minutes of fanzine fame. Split due to musical differences - i.e. we were shit musicians. So never had a top 20 hit in Faroe Islands or anywhere.
Last tango of my knuckled heart
Chalked my outline on the bedroom floor
I am no body, have nobody.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing ECT dramas on the BBC
Oh come around and I’ll plug you in
Shock yourself back to me.
When I heard her talking Latin
And tattooed PLATH on her desk
Me and my heart….oh me and my heart
We stole the weekend away
Dreaming of the Monday girl.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing ECT dramas on the BBC
Oh come around and I’ll plug you in
Shock yourself back to me.
A three term love affair with
Miss ‘Dead End Town 1987.’
I sat behind her in biology
And it strange how the sun
Spun her hair gold.
Skirt riding up thighs on the waltzers
Skimming stones over springtides.
I’m ready, pull the trigger
Trigger trigger ready ready -
A blazing June
But eight million rain storms
Drowned my heart
Oh, pull the trigger.
It’s frying time at the ocean shop
Darling, I’m ready for the electric chair
Turn voltage to sky high
Abandon ship
Abandon ship
All who sailed her.
* 3 of 'The Collector.' In daze of demo days & fifteen minutes of fanzine fame. Split due to musical differences - i.e. we were shit musicians. So never had a top 20 hit in Faroe Islands or anywhere.
Published 18th Jun 2020
Author's Note
#ERULGCT 54. Umanoid xx silly lyrics from years ago. recollected from a dusty memory and olde notebook hiding in a garden shed. The past is the strangest of all countries. ALL STAY SAFE
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19th Jun 2020 10:39am
mischievously fastly flittering vagabond winds versing passing clouds in all darkness & dusts & all that is in the capture within them.. the sunshine & all those playful lighness in lyrical. ECT & title in refrain & the stanzas in refrain offer twisted depths to the darkness ... the collector must be a hit with hits like this;)
true.. the past is the strangest of all countries or even continents or more even the miniscule dusty dots .. whatever however,,, the truth is .. despite their magnitudes or trivialities... all & nil of them are in a pathetic vanishing for good or better. the silliness or salience of them all filter off their essential hard lessons upon a soul in all maturations.. now is all . you know doodah.
good work of recollected lyrical.. Love ev xx
true.. the past is the strangest of all countries or even continents or more even the miniscule dusty dots .. whatever however,,, the truth is .. despite their magnitudes or trivialities... all & nil of them are in a pathetic vanishing for good or better. the silliness or salience of them all filter off their essential hard lessons upon a soul in all maturations.. now is all . you know doodah.
good work of recollected lyrical.. Love ev xx
