@ALBUM: Born in a crash @ARTIST: Therapy? +---------------------------------------------------------------+ |+-------------------------------------------------------------+| || Therapy? || || Born in a crash || ||(c)1994 Lars' Lyrics Ltd. in association with Headbang Inc. || || internet e-mail: niels@stack.urc.tue.nl || || or: M.W.A.Meulenbroeks@kub.nl || |+-------------------------------------------------------------+| +---------------------------------------------------------------+ Therapy? are: - Andrew James Cairns :Vocals, guitar - Fyfe Ewing :Drums - Michael McKeegan :Bass Track 4 & 8: original versions appear on the A&m album "Nurse" 1> Turn 2> Speedball 3> Bloody blue 4> Neck freak 5> Opal mantra 6> Innocent X (live) 7> Potato junkie (live) 8> Nausea (live) @SONG: 1> Turn Turn and face the strange The door is open you're awake You're storming heaven without thought You're storming heaven without god Remember, I know where you live And I know you're on your own I may forget I don't forgive I'm always home You turn And face the strange You turn And face yourself I know when you lie The brightness darkens in your eyes This is yours to take control This is yours now hold your own Remember, I know where you live and I know you're on your own I may forget I don't forgive I'm always home Repeat chorus You turn......barging into the presence of god @SONG: 2> Speedball You want to know what grows Inside my head You make incisions with a rusty can You judge me by the standards that you set A perfect world built by a hypocrite You make me sick Everything you ever see in me Pre-derided by your blinded eyes Blinkered visions of a narrow mind You make me sick @SONG: 3> Bloody blue John Coultrane's got a great big train Colour of the juice running through my veins And if you leave me boo hoo hoo I will turn this colour too Blue blue blue blue bloody blue Elvis on your bedroom wall Singing dancing all night long Dance on monday fun fun fun sing about Kentucky in the Memphis sun Repeat chorus twice @SONG: 4> Neck freak When you go you take part of me with you Leave me shaking no longer whole This is something that I can't wait for This is something that I can't have I'm just dreaming of your breathing I'm fucked My body is shaking like cables Everything is turning grey I'm wasted and washed out and worried I can hear you breathing I'm just dreaming of your breathing I'm fucked I hate it when she makes me feel she tears strips off me Crippled, lost and vulnerable Everytime I think of you I'm fucked @SONG: 5> Opal mantra maybe I'm in hell And maybe I'm alone But I can deal with this At least I feel home I never really cared about you I never really got to thinking about you You just go get drunk Then you go mess up Then come back to me Telling me you're clean I never really cared about you I never really got to thinking about you You are on your own You are on your own You'll never change your ways You'll just die the same Chorus twice @SONG: 6> Innocent X Is this real or is it a dream I can't seem to tell the difference anymore Caught between needings And the need to be real Your open arms gaping Like a busted sore I turn and burn my back like a rack Your tourniquet twists me Dangerous red I breath in the air It's pavement gray It shrinks my skin And I've done nothing wrong I drop to my knees and work my skin I feel this life pumping right through me Love and death die on the dirty floor Your upturned face doesn't even see That this is all I'll ever have Cause I don't know What I want But something inside Something inside Something inside I've done nothing wrong @SONG: 7> Potato junkie I'm bitter I'm twisted James Joyce is fucking my sister How can I remember 1690 I was born in 1965 I can see you I can reach you I won't be you This business Is pointless To think that green's The only colour on the atlas I'm trying hard Just to survive To keep myself alive I can see you I can reach you I won't be you James Joyce is fucking my sister Repeat chorus twice @SONG: 8> Nausea Here I am As I am As you made me think I am I don't hear you I don't need you I don't want you I .............. Don't wanna feel anymore This is this This is it Not my kisses just my fist I don't hear you I don't need you I don't want you I .............. Don't wanna feel anymore The sickness is inside you For Therapy? information please send a SAE/IRC to: Therapy? PO BOX 28 Blackrock, CO Dublin Ireland