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Healthy As Hate - Marc Almond

"Sometimes I feel high Sometimes I feel so unbelievably down It's nothing to do with pleasure or pain No it works its way up From the pit of my groin Sometimes I feel high Something shoots-out with an"

Things You Loved Me For - Marc Almond

"I'm a labyrinth of hopes and fears Of tears of frustration and of anger But if you can break through this wall And search amongst it all You'll find a man there Who has a heart of love Who is afraid of"

Unborn Stillborn - Marc Almond

"Oh I bet your life You're sick of the sight Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars Love's just got to pass your way in time You smell of prison, smell of crime I just didn't want to say I told"

Prelude - Marc Almond

"There's a colour TV in the pink shack But the paint's peelin' off the walls Take a sneaky photo by the pink shack In a pair of muddy overalls Pay a ragged dollar for my snapshot mister Put a big grin on"

The Days Of Pearly Spencer - Marc Almond

"A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by a shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks"

Vaudeville And Burlesque - Marc Almond

"I've had my fill of ugly words I've had my fill of lies When the only truth or beauty now Is deep within your thighs The roses are in bloom my dear I haven't any fear That you'll love me Like you did last"

A Man - Marc Almond

"I really must stop always being the child Chasing his youth his heart, nose to the wind I really must cure my tender nostalgia Bury deep my stars beneath the veil of night I must postpone my Spanish cheau Dreams"

Abel And Cain - Marc Almond

"(Race of Abel) Eat, sleep and drink God smiles on you contentedly (Race of Cain) In filth and stink grovel And die wretchedly (Race of Abel) Your sacrifice smells good To an angel's nose (Race of Cain) What's"

In Your Bed - Marc Almond

"How good it must be In your bed Let me slip beneath the pile The sky tells me nothing worthwhile It will rain again it said And me so alone in my bed I think of people of my years Who take wives, husbands,"

Incestuous Love - Marc Almond

"My love, my sweet, my king My child whom I adore My love, my sweet, my law My other self You are the setting sun Fallen to the ground You are my final spring My God, how I love you I've already made my"

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