The passion of lovers

she had nut painted arms
that were hers to keep
and in her fear
she sought cracked pleasures
the passion of lovers is for death said she
and turned to feather
and as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
the little foxes so safe and sound they were not dead
they'd gone to ground
the passion of lovers is for death said she
the passion of lovers is for death
the passion of lovers is for death said she
the passion of lovers is for death
she breaks her heart
just a little too much
and her jokes attract the lucky bad type
as she dips and wail
sand slips her banshee smile
she gets the bigger of the better to the letter
the passion of lovers is for death said she
the passion of lovers is for death
the passion of lovers is for death said she
the passion of lovers is for death

Bauhaus, 1978

...è un gioco? bè, allora fatemi ridere

It was the first thing that I saw
You never see that kind of Classical Girl
Understand
It was the first thing that I saw
That was fate
"It was the ballistics!..."
No... that was fate
It was a world
What a world!
What a world, what a big world...
But a world to be drowned in
It's just a JOKE man!
Another day?
Well, SUFFER
for that's the way of the west
SUFFER
Oh
Oh it's a joke!
It's a joke
Oh
It's a JOKE
That's a joke?
Hunh-unh
Well
HUMOR ME!

Pere Ubu, 1978