TempletonPeck Lyrics
The reason TempletonPeck are in the "music influenced by Bowie" section is because their
lyrics are reminiscent of early Bowie (I'm thinking Queen Bitch, Width of a Circle and Life on Mars)
with rambling broken apart stories and odd little quirks. That and the lead singer told me he was influenced by
Bowie. I think thats straight forward enough. Enjoy.
A taste for danger
Anxiety tends to leave a taste for danger
Nothing wrecks homes like the arms of a stranger
But oh! My! My!
How it turns me on!
A necklace or a piece of string
It makes no difference if you don’t know what I mean
But oh! My! My!
How it turns me on!
Something you said
Came back to haunt me
It came back that night
How it turns me on!
Anxiety tends to leave a taste for danger
Nothing wrecks homes like the arms of a stranger
But oh! My! My!
How it turns me on! How it turns me on…
Guitar, come on!
Oh I’m leaving it all behind..again,I tell you baby
Oh I’m leaving it all behind..again,I tell you baby
Anxiety tends to leave a taste for danger
Nothing wrecks homes like the arms of a stranger
But oh! My! My!
How it turns me on!
A necklace or a piece of string
It makes no difference if you don’t know what I mean
But oh! My! My!
How it turns me on!
Wave of fear
You don’t know what its like, living without a point of view
So I caused a lot of pain and for two days felt like someone
You cant know what its like, loving someone who cant fall
Your lips dominical, cry on the telephone
The concept of suicide is now the only reason I’m alive
You cause a little pain, my fickle heart illuminates
Can’t you see why I’m here? Sorry seems to rape the air
And mistakes is not a solid word, so I don’t want to leave you here
You don’t know what its like living without a point of view
I caused a lot of pain. Now I feel nothing at all.
You cant help but turn around, there’s just too much history
The goal is still the same, but the rules have changed
I don’t know how you feel, I wish I could taste your pain
I could use a little pain to start me up again
But angels don’t ever change, over a boy like this
But she can use me till I die if that’s what she thinks she needs
You can’t see through my eyes so you can’t see what’s so beautiful
Every single mirror should have you once, before I crack them all
These vile words are so weak; it’s like silence without the peace
So I caused a lot of pain, maybe you’ll remember me
I don’t want to talk about second chances
I curse the f lames with a wave of fear
Now we’re nothing at all
Tie the lady up.
Burton Menswear Made Me Evil.
So the tenth moron of the day walks through the door and they expect me to smile
And the stench of the women they loathe brings tears to my eyes
"Boy! Measure my neck! My chest!" they demand with a smile, which forces me over
God! I want to wrap that tape around their necks and force their soon to be widows to smile. They wouldn’t need much forcing.
This is a corner of my life
My head is full of hell
If I were smarter I’d be dead
Just one more suit they’d have to sell
They don’t play the radio inside because the radio can make you think
And if you thought for just one second then you’d be out of that door
So they rape you with M.O.R. till your mind is slack like a whores vagina
And when there done through with raping you get to mop the floor. Suicide is the new brown.
This is a corner of my life
My head is full of hell
If I were smarter I’d be dead
Just one more suit they’d have to sell
Oh! Lord please forgive me for what I have done.
Lord punish me no more, I know right from wrong
But there’s just one thing father, I’m curious as to when
I made the mistake that deserved such punishment
I was good friends with a gay man…I know you hate that shit!
Then I smoked some marijuana and laughed at all that you hold dear
I aborted my own son with a morning after pill
I masturbate on Sundays when I’ve got time to kill
I take your name in vain just about fifty times a day
I’m a cheat and I’m a liar, especially on Christmas day
And I’ve been so unfaithful. I sold my ass to pay my rent
Lord I think I hate you…this is starting to make sense.
I hate my job…so I’m renouncing my…
I hate my job…so I’m renouncing my…
I hate my job…so I’m renouncing my God.
And within just days of my decision I’m munching boardroom cock with Jai
Oh! Look here, it’s a recording deal they expect us to sign!
Now our fame is spreading like Colin Wilsons legs
And Thor Browns newly found appetite for under age sex. It’s a new beginning
The corners been turned
I feel we’re reaching our goal
But what I’m reaping in Cunt
I’m lacking in soul
But what I’m reaping in Cunt
I’m lacking in soul
But what I’m reaping in Cunt
I’m lacking in soul.
Glamour
It’s the end of illusion
My performance is wasted
I’m not kissing the concrete
In an eastern- block city
Some are so distant
When I need a strong hand
I scream through your leaving
It’s no time to release me
But just give me one chance to say…
While your face is in my hands
It’s a strange time to think of tomorrow…
Don’t hurt me today
Don’t you walk again?
I’m gonna kill myself!
The sorrow has lifted
As I come up for air
Leaving the bed I feel…
A shame I adore
No one is wasted
And some moments are art
While I’m feeding my fantasies
Of radio superstars
Oh! I feel it’s gone again
I need another dose of your tears
But your word play defeats me
Don’t hurt me today
Don’t you walk again?
I’m gonna kill myself!
I need a photograph
Something to make me smile
Give me your photograph
Something to make me smile.
My beautiful whore
Standing in the manner of a lunchbox packer
Pouting through breath of mint and lime
You let me in to your rented accommodation
A small apartment with art deco pretensions
The plaster on your ass raised too many questions
I called you Mary you called me sweetheart
What exactly did that mean to you?
Dreaming of princesses after the storm
I lost myself in your kiss whilst anxiety beckoned
But I licked the sweat of your thighs and swallowed my questions
You know the way you think you’ve seen it all before?
Until you’re naked, on your knees and kissing nylon till your lips are raw
I thought I was so superior
I thought I knew it all
I thought wrong
My beautiful whore
The minute I was spent your demeanour changed
You spoke of beaches and reassurance.
You gave me a scented wipe, the type you get with a bargain bucket of chicken
You showed me the door and a road to a highstreet
Ashamed enough to be turned on I walked the streets until morning
You know the way you think you’ve seen it all before?
Until you’re naked, on your knees and kissing nylon till your lips are raw
I thought I was so superior
I thought I knew it all
I thought wrong
My beautiful whore
Never sleep with your lesbian best friend
I know its tempting and you think it could be fun
Believe me brother I know where that comes from
You’re such good friends that to mess around would be so natural
But is your ego strong enough to cope when she…
Laughs at your feeble attempts at cunnilingus
Complains loudly about your stubble on her thighs
Yawns when you’re trying to fetch her off with vigour
Says she always thought your penis would be bigger?
And you’ll give up when she reaches for her lighter
And lay in silence while she gets out her vibrator
Never before will you have felt so useless
And you’ll realise how little you know when she…
Laughs at your feeble attempts at cunnilingus
Complains loudly about your stubble on her thighs
Yawns when you’re trying to fetch her off with vigour
Says she always thought your penis would be bigger?
But you’ll live to fight another day
And there’s always next weekend
But boys take my advice and learn from my mistakes
Please never sleep with your lesbian best friend
But if you’re lucky like me you will still be friends
And you’ll laugh about the night you shared in vain
And fellas don’t be thinking that it would be delicious
She’ll say you’ve got bad breath and you’ll say she stinks of fish because she
Laughed at your feeble attempts at cunnilingus
Complained loudly about your stubble on her thighs
Yawned when you tried to fetch her off with vigour
Said she always thought your penis would be bigger?
But you’ll live to fight another day
And there’s always next weekend
But boys take my advice and learn from my mistakes
Please never sleep with your lesbian best friend
But you’ll live to fight another day
And there’s always next weekend
But boys take my advice and learn from my mistakes
Please never sleep with your lesbian…
With your lesbian…
Best…
Friend
Sociopath sonnet
It’s hard enough to catch the pieces
When they come staggering down
Showered with glass and a warm daydream
Of the one who broke your heart
But if it was broke why are you so eager
To hold another thing twice
Could it be that you’ve never tasted
A human being in your whole life
I just wanna love someone
Oh I….
I just wanna love someone
Oh I….
I just wanna love someone
But the problem for me is that too often I see
Two people who would claim to be lovers
Cover up wounds with dominical lips
And their own brand of mystery bleeding
So I stay away from someone who could conceivably
Hurt me or cause me to cry
Because she could be covered in ice or a thin cracking coat
Of the blood of her sire
But I just wanna love someone
Oh I….
I just wanna love someone
Oh I….
I just wanna love someone
So I play around with the girls of finical
Security to justify me
I brag of my conquests and my Oedipus complex
So they won’t try and introduce me
To some stale trash basket with a career in fashion
Who bore me with a tale of woe
While I’ll just wanna get out of there to the rats in the dirty street
And roll around in their honesty
But I just wanna love someone
Oh I….
I just wanna love someone
Oh I….
I just wanna love someone
The story of Jed
This here’s the story of a man named Jed
He’d lay awake every morning wishing that he were dead
You see Jed’s head was red so he’d wish he were dead
Or a blonde or a brunette or a ten foot killerwhale
Jed had a wife called glorious massive
Jed had a truck with a gun on the dashboard
No offspring or pets, but cruel rumours at church
Told of glorious secret and insatiable thirst
Now Jed had a problem with his lottery numbers
In the colonies he dreamed of what two much would look like
So he counted the moles on glorious backside
Praying for a new strain of cancer to spread over her hide
Glorious had lovers and no conscience to speak of
Jed had few friends and a red, lazy eye
When told of the situation with the boys and the Alsatian
Jed smiled to himself "now the bitch is going to die"
He waited all night for the bitch to stop dancing
He waited till one for glorious return
Then the smells of white wine, old spice and stale Dunhill’s
Alerted old Jed that the games had begun
He tied her with rope and he cut off her fancy…
White virginous ribbons and he gave her a smile
Old glorious was shaking and Jed’s jukebox was making…
Him feel for the first time in three years alive!
Jed slashed her, Jed bit her, and Jed cut her an asshole
When glorious stopped screaming he cut out her eye
And the bells from the church of St Peters, Wisconsin
Rang to sound of glorious massives’ demise
Well the boys in the prescient and the workshop and the bars
Took their antibiotics and found themselves wives
Jed had a cell with a thief called michofski
And life was worth serving because Jed had his pride
"Look what you have done Jed"
But look what I let go
Poem for Tessa
The child’s dawn escapes again
My eggshell mind is crushed immaculate
Soldiers take up unrehearsed positions
And charge without mercy
With the safety net of bureaucracy
Waiting for its corpse
She believes in death
And angels
The posters on her wall confess
Her pretensions are charming
I love the child with her eyes
Off into the distance
Fixed on a dead alternative
Love feeds
On everyone around me
This cancer drains
And gives me candidates
The vampires swoop and smile
Fellow terminals share the morning
Love me again
Joy pales with your pain
Parasites take my shell
But my soul soars safe from the clutches of infidels
I don’t know where you sleep or if you sleep alone
And it really doesn’t matter
Jewelled dances and honeyed smiles
Descend into a part of me so deep
Nothing is hidden
I love you Tessa
Now I know what it means
It could never stop