Lyrics:
There's a hunger on the hill
Maybe too much to fill
I want those sweet chunks
The succulent sweet lumps
Sweetmeats! Sweetmeats!
Oh don't i just die for you?
Sweetmeats, sweetmeats, oh
Even Johnny had to go too
You can taste it in the air
A sickly sweet perfume fair
The blood drips from my sill
A meatpie cooling still
You can taste it in the air
A sickly sweet perfume fair
The blood drips from my sill
A meatpie cooling still
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
And it was full of pretty things
For baby and for me.
There were sweetmeats in the cabin,
And apples in the hold,
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.
Tally-whacker"?
SEAN: No, no, no... I said the sweet-meat.
GIRL #4: Oh my god.
SEAN: What?
GIRL #4: -{To other call girl}- I just heard some fucking idiot call it a tally-whacker.
Sweetmeat
By Pigface
Album:
I love all aminals but they don't love me back.
I tend to put them in a state of full attack.
Sweetmeat
By Pigface
Album:
I love all aminals but they don't love me back.
I tend to put them in a state of full attack.
Only a monster
Would take our home away
Only a madman
Would cast us both astray
Imagine the terror
Getting your head ripped off
The steal our sweetmeats
The entire hive is lost
Honey
They've released the hornets
Now it's time to go
Honey
They've released the hornets
Now it's time to go
Burn burn the board of the night
Sweetmeat people and funny lights
I don't care if you don't like my voice
I don't care if you don't like my Toys
I'm lost I'm lost again I'm lost
I'm lost again in party of ghost
I'm lost I'm lost again I'm lost
I'm lost again in party of ghost
Dark Dark the board of the night
Sweetmeat people and funny lights
I don't care if you don't like my voice
I don't care if you don't like my Toys
SICK!
Him…
He jumps on the floor… Get away from that door…
I say…
Sweetmeats everywhere on the counter…
Time to say goodbye to the worker…
I’m ruined, I’m sick and tired…
He is ruined, he’s not sick nor tired…
There are many stains to wash…
Anyway… He’s in a rush…
He said… HEY!!!
Come to the well she said
Come eat my bread
Come drink the water of life
Enter my valley deep
Let the angels weep
Rejoice and touch the good earth tonight
And there was gingham and silk
Sage, honey and milk
Sweetmeats, spirits and wine
She bathed us in sweet balms of rose
Lit candles of clove
And lay her glisting body on mine
We stayed locked in love
In leaves of green and gold
She touched, I trembled, we kissed
I poured the contents of my aching heart and soul
Soon she woke up with the sun
Filled with seeds of worlds to come
Come to the well she said
Come and eat my bread
Come and drink the water of life
Oh, whoa no I can't pretend to tell you lies
The heat that's burnin' thru' my veins
Will eat your love alive
Cos I-Yes I'm the devil in disguise
The will is strong, the flesh is weak
You see it in my eyes
Call me-me the Manimal
That's what I am
Call me-me the Manimal
Half beast half man
Call me-me the Manimal
That's what I am
Call me-me the Manimal,
Half beast half man
Oh, whoa no temptation's fever's burnin' me
My hands will sweat, my lips will scream
I take just what I need
Cos I-I wanna run my hands on you
My soul's alive, I feel the drive
The sweetmeat's where I feed
Call me-me the Manimal
That's what I am
Call me-me the Manimal
Half beast half man
Call me-me the Manimal
That's what I am
Call me-me the Manimal
Half beast half man
Call of the wild I'm a lunatic child
I wait in the bush, I watch you and smile
Dinner's at eight, I can't hardly wait
I'll eat you alive, baby don't you be late
Call me-me the Manimal
That's what I am
Call me-me the Manimal
Half beast half man
Call me-me the Manimal
That's what I am
Call me-me the Manimal
Half beast half man
She whispered of her innocence (a plea I must contest)
While baptizing helpless sinners with a missionary zest
She will exorcise your demons, then exercise your thighs
Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in her eyes.
Her sweetmeats are the souls of men, she'll gorge herself to bursting
And for yours her heart is thirsting, as a spider craves a fly
No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor
Sh'll rewrite the Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try.
The plants are dried out in the valley of souls
And the gladness is stuck in a huge pitfall
The wind isn’t raving, but I can feel it come
And the black crowes are flying around on tiptoes
I see a big fleecy cloud, it’s getting closer to me
And he wants to be my finest sweetmeat
But he doesn’t know, what I know, about the flavours
He doesn’t know, that I might puke on him
Pull down your disbelief
It’s just the beginning of the tempest
The rain brings the changes
Washes away all the sadness
The spirits who live in this black & white village
They are glancing through the wide horizon
Thousand of horses are running across the field
A flash of lightning is kissing with the rainbow
Pull down your disbelief
It’s just the beginning of the tempest
The rain brings the changes
Washes away all the sadness
See what I see and feel what I feel and
Become the luckiest folk in this tragedy
Imagine a fragment of heavenly hell where
You could have a bath in the lake of eternity
Strung up
Barbed wire is my rope of choice
Scream loud
It's the last time that you'll use your voice
You dare visit my wooded domain
Now you're hunted by the cannibalistic insane
First you witnessed
As I placed your friend on a spike
Suffering
Of which you've never felt the like
You look down on me
As the barbed wire cuts deep
Then I grab my knife
And you begin to weep
I slide it in just below the navel
Screaming begins and so does convalescence
I slowly push it up, severing muscle tissue
Exposing entrails
The sweetmeats of adolescents
Dear disemboweled
Thank you for your generous donation of meat
I'm not sorry for your suffering
Because you make a tasty treat
Dear disemboweled
Thank you for your generous donation of meat
Because of your pain
My family gets to eat
Dear disemboweled
You're a monument of anguish
Only one, albeit deep, cut
And your body starts to languish
Disemboweled
For my feasting pleasure
Disemboweled
Disemboweled
For my feasting pleasure
Disemboweled
For my feasting pleasure
Disemboweled
Disavowed
I'll never face justice
BLEGH
Disemboweled
For my feasting pleasure
Disemboweled
For my feasting pleasure
Strung up
Barbed wire is my rope of choice
Scream loud
It's the last time that you'll use your voice
You dare visit my wooded domain
Now you're hunted by the cannibalistic insane
First you witnessed
As I placed your friend on a spike
Suffering
Of which you've never felt the like
You look down on me
As the barbed wire cuts deep
Then I grab my knife
And you begin to weep
I slide it in just below the navel
Screaming begins and so does convalescence
I slowly push it up, severing muscle tissue
Exposing entrails
The sweetmeats of adolescents
Dear disembowelled
Thank you for your generous donation of meat
I'm not sorry for your suffering
Because you make a tasty treat
Dear disembowelled
Thank you for your generous donation of meat
Because of your pain
My family gets to eat
Dear disembowelled
You're a monument of anguish
Only one, albeit deep, cut
And your body starts to languish
Disembowelled
For my feasting pleasure
Disembowelled
Disembowelled
For my feasting pleasure
Disembowelled
For my feasting pleasure
Disemboweled
Disavowed
I'll never face justice
BLEGH
Disemboweled
For my feasting pleasure
Disemboweled
For my feasting pleasure
Tell me a story of what is to come
Tell me a story of what has been
Tell me how things come to an end
Tell me how things come to be
Gather 'round then and listen right well
Come and hear the story of the Dancer, Her colours
The great bowl of Tea and the field, a field of Dreams
The Dancer looking into her own eye
Saw there was a circle
And from her iris these colours she spied
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple
Round and round, the colours spun out
In a widening tapestry
At the edges of which the colors merged into a great bowl of tea
Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the wind
Gathering windswept kisses into gumdrops
Suck on the stones, spit them out again
The Dancer swimming out into the Tea
Left the colors all in a muddle
Stepped out of the bowl, looked up at the stars
Dripping a grey-brown puddle
As the puddle dried, bright grasses to sprout
From this field grew all things
To leap to life, to whisper, to shout
In the field, a field of dream
Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the waves
Collecting wave-worn kisses into sweetmeats
Savor the flavors of the day
And so we too walked in to the field
Where all things sprout up and decay
Here we've lived, loved laughed and cried
Time will come, we too, here will lay
I remember her story like wisps of wind
Whispered through the reeds
As time wrapped around bones
Like a stone by the stream
Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the wind
Gathering windswept kisses into gumdrops
Suck on the stones, spit them out again
I stood within a veil of tears
Crying for how things must be
I awoke renewed by the stars so near
And the rush of the blood pulsing through me
I saw it as a fleeting game
She came she left again she came
Spun 'round the seasons
A Dancer of Joy and of pain
Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the waves
Collecting wave-worn kisses into sweetmeats
Savor the flavors of the day
Tell me a story of what is to come
Tell me a story of what has been
Tell me how things come to an end
Tell me how things come to be
In his dreams he always feels this giant resurrection pie lying down on him, he feels he's slowly chocking by and by In the daytime he is busy reliving the past again
In the day his reason works so he is able explain
Food for thought
In his prime the least of cries would start another food supply All those sweets had magic power just to make all grief go by Now it's hard for him just to control himself when he's alone He just can't leave this sweetmeat for the mind alone
Food for thought, it's killing me
It makes my life fall into pie
It's no picnic eating when you're having Too much food for thought
He can't eat because he's having too much food for thought
We have stared over the precipice of mortality
And death's gaping maw could not be sated
Our deviant feats could not attain immortality
In shame, we vow our flesh to be uncreated
Putrescence and filth, within our lab and within ourselves
The mocking corpses bloat and distend
This reeking rubbage will dispel
When our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully end
In vaporous rooms, veins swell to burst
Anesthesia is applied
Scalpels lick our forearms and wrists
Doctor assisted suicide
Caught in the act, we are red-handed
From the antibrachium, flesh is disbanded
Anti-coagulants of our invention
Will ensure no blood flow retention
Goblets are filled with the reagent
Our work's micturation
A toast is raised to time spent
On failed experimentation
Noxious salves enkindling throats
Congealing on tongues in coats
With instruments we have fathered
We'll proceed to disembowel each other
Fraternal dissection
Detritus of a cold cook medical waste
Keech of those that were burked medical waste
Sweetmeats hung from rusted hooks medical waste
Maladroit surgical jerks we're medical wastes
Lacerated midsections medical waste
Sucking wounds filling lungs medical waste
Our avulsed intestines medical waste
Terrorist physicians we're medical wastes
Our characters are mortally wounded
Teetotaciously rent corporeal shells
And now our blood and grue is self-exuded
For from Icarian heights we fell
LaBarre]
An aceldama littered with corpses, withered
Cerebrum spills from heads hacked in twain
Incarnadine shower across land scoured
Quenching the sod, the blood of the slain
Battles we've fought and conquests we've wrought
In wholesale slaughter, embroiled
Harvesting dead for our dinner spread
To the victors, the fruit of the spoiled
A quartet of gorelords, reigning in blood
Sweetmeats are ablated in a sanguine flood
Survivors of the melee are illaqueated
Deigned as pabulation, impinguated
Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
Flagitations have all failed
Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
Tapered pikes piercing entrails
Trodding down a path, beset on each side
By the ganched and their horrisonant cries
Astride cacuminated poles, they point the way
To an arescent feast celebrating victory
Heartily whiff a myriad of stenches
Putrescine platters brought forth by wenches
Cruor bullion, the soup do jour
Into tankards, claret is poured
Crapulous carousing, the de rigueur
Dehiscent lungs bellow gargled parlance
Supplying ambience
Caitiff factions sullied our names
Besieging their lands, we staked our claims
With their progeny dead and women caught
Now the impaled shall rot
Culled from a paladin's remains
The redolant guts of peditastellus slain
Culinary skills are put to the test
For a seven corpse meal we can't wait to ingest
From on high, the beleaguered cry of suffering
Stuck like pigs on acicular sticks, uncontrolled blubbering
Atop gavelocks, punctured gralloch haemorrhage, therein
Their final view of this motley crew eating finewed kin
[solo: "Slow Death" by S.C.
"I am not your slave
Nor are you my savior"
"But Isaac, I'm the only one"
I hold those cold deceiving eyes
Her once hypnotic gaze
And pledge eternal love. then walk away
Thunder seethes behind me
Death adjusts her favorite mask
Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness
Clasped in the garden, here you heard
This story blustered through
I asked her pardon, swore my word
I'd score her sweetmeats just like you
For only now
The truth lies prone before me
I couldn't leave her even if she stormed
The heavens as were promised
Beyond eleventh hour
Lilith, the abyss. the slithering mists
Will come for you this eve
Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst
Before those fatal kisses bleed
Beyond eleventh hour
She will make of you a plaything
Scant amusement for her bed
And when naked flesh forgets to sing
She'll take your fucking soul instead
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their reeking spells
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter
These words I speak are gates to Hell
I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur
I was the will o' the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure
All the kisses you have ever missed
Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed
We'll kiss and cuddle, we'll fuck and cling
I'll be your decadent plaything
And I only want to be the only one they want
Oh, their sweetmeat revelation
I'm flying on the wings of my desire
I'm floating on the sea of your lust
Strung out from the burning need to get higher
beating hearts in an unison of angel dust
I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire
I am the traitorous wretch, I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire
All the kisses you have ever missed
Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed
We'll kiss and cuddle, we'll fuck and cling
I'll be your decadent plaything
And I only want to be the only one they want
Oh, their sweetmeat revelation
I'm flying on the wings of my desire
I'm floating on the sea of your lust
Strung out from the burning need to get higher
Beating hearts in an unison of angel dust
15 minutes was all I needed to break free
15 fucking minutes of you and me
15 minutes to leave hell behind
15 fucking minutes to ease my mind
Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a fucking machine
Tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between
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