Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter I've never seen a man so broken up ripped apart They say my name is death I've never seen a man so broken up ripped apart But I'm alive, I am alive I've never seen a man so broken up ripped apart I am born ten thousand times I've never seen a man so broken up ripped apart Ten thousand ways, I'm alive |
I am the shadow I am the evening come I am your greatest fear Your greatest love Born in ten thousand ways for each and every day I am alive I am the victim of lying morality and so, I am beyond caring I am born ten thousand times in ten thousand ways My head swims in spoilt mothers milk I am too alive There are too many of me, too many to kill They're in my head They know my name My name is death but I am alive, I am alive |
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A girl who can't shake off the smell of a man she met but didn't know well She thinks she feels him in her skin She thinks she sees his sideways grin She sees him on the street by chance Follows him as if entranced Gets on a train that he gets on A girl like this she is possessed She sits two seats behind his own, can hear him sigh, a little moan She wonders what he's thinking of as he removes his right hand glove She notices his hand is strange as if the bones were rearranged She thinks of what she'll say to him She hears it playing deep within You're all I need to get high |
The man jumps to his feet just then Slips out the train and round a bend She almost loses sight of him Shuts her eyes, thinks of his skin She catches up just as he goes into a bar and down below to where cases of wine are stacked There is no light, it's nearly black You're all I need to get high He turns around to face her then his right hand seems to claw the air She doesn't know why she came here She doesn't know what possessed her Sweat's running down her spine But then he breaks into a smile that lights up his whole face And then he starts to laugh and laugh and laugh, And then he says "I've thought about you since that day we met but barely spoke" |
With your wild, call the pace Taste the tracks of the waste With your wild, with your sweet With your cold black-eyed teeth I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray Let it slide, let it slide Ignore me and everything I've done For I am stupid, I am poison I take this one and I taste the tracks I taste the tracks of the waste in my head and you face me instead I must be drifting somewhere |
I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason The burning is here, is only here to follow through But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through Let it slide, let it slide Ignore me and everything I've done For words, like bullets they know when to come And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks Of the waste in my head and you face me instead Well ignore me and everything I said For I am stupid, I am poison. I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray With your wild, call the pace Taste the track of the waste With your wild, with your sweet With your cold black-eyed teeth |
Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory She sat at a teetering picnic table, there was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold Carla took out her knife and began etching random words into the table's surface Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus He was meaty but graceful His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile Her mouth was small to begin with but dreaming made it even smaller That's just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreams |
Carla's small mouth was dreaming as her knife began carving a poem into the table I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun but what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus When Carla was done carving she went back to her work station and scooped shiny white goop into jars That's just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreaming The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break at the same picnic table He noticed the poem carved into the wood Although he didn't know who had written it, he coincidentally thought 'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him So he took out his own knife and wrote 'luscious apparatus was here' |
After a few days both Jack and Carla happened to sit at the picnic table at the same time They both started to look at the things carved in the table Then they looked at each other They knew who each other was Carla's mouth got small and dreamy, Jack's eyes got round and hot When they got done with the graveyard shift They went back to Jack's apartment and had sex Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex, talking sex Sex like animals have, sex like boys have, sex like girls have Sex upside down, sex inside out Sex with grins, sex with tears Sex, sex, sex |
Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once that Jack's wounds were from carving himself Jack was trying to carve poems into himself and now he wanted to carve some in her This was where she drew the line She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, Jack felt cheated and misled He felt that by carving a poem in the table Carla had been begging to be carved upon Carla didn't see it that way at all She got up and started putting on her clothes Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating Then, because she was small and could move fast she ducked and Jack tripped and fell and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that |
I can make a perfect picture from a voice Her serenity oozed into my ear It didn't take long for her to know me and I knew it felt good Pick me up and use me Pick me up and use me she was saying You are nothing You are nothing without me You are nothing You are nothing without me If I am taken, you think that you can live again But you are nothing You are nothing without me |
You know I'm here for you, right here for you See I am the punished one She, she took all the glory She took everything, everything I had to give Sucking it out of me But I am always gonna be here because I am the punished one She took everything, She took all the glory, everything I had to give Sucking it out of me You are nothing You are nothing without me You are nothing You are nothing without me If I am taken, you think that you can live again But you are nothing You are nothing without me Without me, you're nothing |
Lead me on through the night Take my hand, precious Lord And lead me home Take my hand, precious Lord Lead me on through the night Take my hand, precious Lord And lead me home |
They start to kiss He rubs his hand inside her tight's inner band She shivers up against him hard She reaches inside of him far But then she stops, she pulls away She starts to go and he tells her "stay" But she walks determined up the stairs She sways a bit, she flaunts her wares She's got him where she wants him now She knows he'll follow hard and how anything she says will go Any yes she'll turn to no He follows her outside and says "Hey wait, don't go, stay here" She turns around and sneers at him and walks away for days |
I wanna write myself on the walls of your heart Because the knot that holds us altogether throws us all apart I'm gonna stop myself before I say something true Because the answers that roll from my tongue are nothing to do with you And I hold a piece up to the light Hold a piece up to my eye Found a missing piece from my set Found a person I'd not met Hold a piece up to the light Hold a piece up to my eye Found a missing piece from my set Found a person I'd not met Sometimes is a lonely place |
So tow me over to the light, The sound, the sound it is in sight Found my heart was contained within a cell Found my heart in this tuck-a-way-me world I hold a piece up to the light Hold a piece up to my eye Found a missing piece from my set Found a person I'd not met Sometimes is a lonely place Sometimes I held the missing piece |
There's a song that tells you about the sounds you hear in the night The animals crying because they're hungry and the child crying at night because he's hungry and lonely So take my hand And walk this land with me And walk this lovely land with me |
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Unsound Methods was written and produced by Alan Wilder Assistance and co-ordination Hepzibah Sessa Recorded at The Thin Line, Sussex between September 1996 and March 1997 Mixed during April/May 1997 Additional production and engineering Steve Lyon Mix assistans Paul Steven and Simon Shazell Metropolis mastering Ian Cooper Thanks to Hep, Douglas, Siobhan, Maggi and Hildia, Steve Lyon, Oliver Kraus, Daniel Miller, Roland Brown, Pepe Jansz, Leonie Carroll and everyone at Mute, P.K., Ian Cooper, Mary Shimkin and Paris Wilder Maggie Estep appears courtesy of Mouth Almighty / Mercury Records Sleeve House at Intro Photography Merton Gauster |
