PEEPSHOW
  

1988
- Carousel
- Burn Up
- Rhapsody
Creeping up the backstairs 
Slinking into dark stalls 
Shapeless and slumped in bath chairs 
Furtive eyes peep out of holes 
She has many guises 
She'll do what you want her to 
Playing dead and sweet submission 
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue  
Peek-A-Boo Peek-A-Boo 
Peek-A-Boo Peek-A-Boo  
Reeking like a pigsty 
Peeling back and gagging free 
Flaccid ego in your hand 
Chokes on dry tears, can you understand? 
She's jeering at the shadows 
Sneering behind a smile 
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker 
Into the face of the beguiled  
Peek-A-Boo Peek-A-Boo 
Golly jeepers 
Where'd you get those peepers? 
Peepshow, creepshow 
Where did you get those eyes?  
Strobe lights pump and flicker 
Dry lips crack out for more 
"Come bite on this rag doll, baby! 
That's right now hit the floor" 
They're sneaking out the back door 
She gets up from all fours 
Rhinestone fools and silver dollars 
Curdle into bitter tears  
Peek-A-Boo Peek-A-Boo 
Golly jeepers 
Where'd you get those weepers? 
Peepshow, creepshow 
Where did you get those eyes?
Down where this ugly man 
Seeks his sustenance 
Down in the blue, midnight flare 
A glass hand cuts through the water 
Scything into his twisted roots 
Then from his eyes 
Spring fireflies 
Breathing life 
Into a roaring disguise 
Needles & Sins, Sins & Needles 
He's gasping for air 
In the wishing well 
Dust to rust, ashes on gashes 
Hand around the killing jar 
A soft hoodwink of shadows 
The size of make-believe 
Punching through his spike of rage 
A glass hand cuts through the water 
Snuffing out the magic fury 
Then from inside 
Bolt lightening cries 
Swiftly crushed 
The final, muffled sighs 
Needles & Sins, Sins & Needles 
He's gasping for air 
In the wishing well 
Dust to rust, ashes on gashes 
Hand around the killing jar 
Hand around the killing jar 
Hand around the killing jar
He trembles in the bitter wind 
Until it's time for us to speak 
Whilst others here are sleeping sound 
I'll slip away by floorboard creak 
Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets 
Shock the colours to bleach inside 
Whilst others there are sleeping sound 
Just we two will confide 
Listen to his body moan 
Make a wish and send us home 
To spin the gold and silver stitches 
We can turn his rags to riches 
With frosty jack on fingernail 
Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale 
Come whisper thro' your lips of straw 
A moment torn forevermore 
Listen to his body groan 
Make a wish and send us home 
To spin the gold and silver stitches 
We can turn his rags to riches 
My so-called friends say you're not alive 
I'll bake their bones for telling lies 
Then pull the pastry from the pie 
And pour the gravy in their eye 
Listen to his body moan 
Make a wish and send us home 
To spin the gold and silver stitches 
We can turn his rags to riches
You clamber up 
And look behind 
Their watchful eyes 
The helping hands 
A hen that's fierce 
And painted blue 
With red eyes 
Wants to swallow you  
A dragon dives and soars on tracks 
The hands that strap you to its back 
You turn around and look behind 
Their smiling eyes 
Won't help you down  
Their tiny hands 
Their tiny feet 
Such little hearts 
To miss a beat  
Grotesque dwarves in mirrored rooms 
Pulled and taut -- a thousand yous 
Staring back through stinging tears 
Remembering those funhouse thrills  
The paintbox tunes and wild balloons 
Their watchful eyes -- you start to swoon 
Oh painted vile in lurid hue 
The snarling horse that waits for you  
Its motor whirrs and colours curl 
Inside your head the monsters whirl 
Its motor whirrs and colours curl 
Inside your head the monsters whirl  
In sucked out 
Time stood still 
Roundabout back 
Carousel 
Time stood still 
And you remember it well 
Carousel
A crumpled future in your fist 
The killing streak ascends sun-kissed 
And the firestarter from within 
Pokes out from fever blistered grin  
King Salamander -- that's his name 
A desert maker -- that's his aim 
The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand 
Eager and willing to torch the land  
All fire and brimstone 
This jack-o-lantern 
He likes to watch the buildings burn  
His ardour smoulders -- phosphorous flies 
He radiates with urgence to hypnotize 
Stoke the furnace -- feed his need 
This thirst for fire is all he sees 
He's the blazing rubber making tracks 
The blue touch paper at your back  
All fire and brimstone 
This salamander king 
He basks whilst all around him burns  
'Giddy-up, burn-up, not fade away' 
These words ignite and pave his way 
'Giddy-up, burn-up, stoke it up and turn it up' 
He sings these words in fervid frame  
All fire and brimstone 
This jack-o-lantern 
He likes to watch the pyres burn  
Jack be nimble -- jack be quick 
Jack jump over the candlestick
Silver couches to recline upon 
And ornaments of gold 
Silver moonbeams dance in fountains 
Below shining citadels 
Surrounded by silver gates -- ascending silver stairs 
Eureka on angelic prayer -- wafts in and scents the air  
With ornaments of gold 
To warm my soul from the growing cold 
Ornaments of gold  
We can drink from silver vessels 
We can feed from silver bowls 
Then I'll give you gilded treasures 
Anointed by intoxicating oils 
Drenched in riches -- unimaginable 
Your splendour drips with jewels that are so beautiful  
And ornaments of gold 
Warm my soul from the growing cold  
Adorable -- rewardable you 
From head to toe -- I'd love to cover you 
And smother you in ornaments of gold  
In honeydew -- I'd love to cover you 
Oh lover do bring  
Ornaments of gold 
Protect our hearts from this 
Cruel world 
Ornaments of gold
High above 
The sickle moon 
All senseless thought 
Slips and drowns 
A place, a time 
Gone out of mind 
Reaction swims 
The opal time 
Ferry me down -- leave well alone 
Ferry me down -- turn to stone 
Here within 
My phantom flesh 
Welcome in 
The glowing guest 
Far inside 
The absolute 
Instinct leaves 
Us standing mute 
Ferry me down -- leave well alone 
Ferry me down -- turn to stone 
Heaven sent 
Some dark marvel 
Fool's gold 
As cold as marble 
High above 
The sickle moon 
Your hidden dreams 
Chill and swoon 
A place, a time 
Gone out of sight 
Pulse the blood 
Statue of light 
Ferry me down -- leave well alone 
Ferry me down -- turn to stone
Bad word, 
Or bad deed, 
Unpunished invites grief, 
Here's 
Rawhead and Bloodybones  
Reaching from 
Dark cupboard 
Crouching under stair, 
Lurking in chimney, 
Pond or well  
We're down here, 
Held here 
Dragged here 
And drowned here by 
Rawhead and Bloodybones  
Pop-eyed, 
Horns, 
Bushy-tailed 
Long teeth and 
Claws as well  
Rawhead and Bloodybones
In the sharp gust of love 
My memory stirred 
When time wreathed a rose 
A garland of shame 
It's thorn my only delight 
War-torn, afraid to speak 
We dare to breathe 
Majestic 
Imperial 
A bridge of sighs 
Solitude sails 
In a wave of forgiveness 
On angels' wings 
Reach out your hands 
Don't turn your back 
Don't walk away 
How in the world 
Can I wish for this? 
Never to be torn apart 
Close to you 
'Til the last beat 
Of my heart 
At the close of day 
The sunset cloaks 
These words in shadowplay 
Here and now, long and loud 
My heart cries out 
And the naked bone of an echo says 
Don't walk away 
Reach out your hands 
I'm just a step away 
How in the world 
Can I wish for this? 
Never to be torn apart 
Close to you 
'Til the last beat 
Of my heart 
How in the world 
Can I wish for this? 
Never to be torn apart 
Close to you 
'Til the last beat 
Of my heart
In the soil of our sadness 
Hear our hearts bell a serenade 
A faint choir tenderly shaping 
A lament... a hollow refuge 
In the blood of the twinkling sky 
Breathing in air drunk dry 
There was once a time of rapture 
All is lost... a pale gleaming 
Across this crooked land 
Runs a crooked man 
Our loved ones die 
Under the hammer 
Of the soviet sun 
Nothing can erase this night 
But there's still light with you 
Rhapsody... 
And if we can never see the sun 
There's still life with you 
Rhapsody... 
And I have seen all I want to 
And I have felt all I want to 
Rhapsody... 
But we can dream all we want to 
We can dream all we want to 
In the soil of our sadness 
Hear our hearts bell a serenade 
A faint choir tenderly shaping 
A lament... a hollow refuge 
notes perso : Peepshow est le Chef-d'Oeuvre de la seconde période des Banshees. Après 3 albums en demi-teinte, Peepshow assume la nouvelle tendance commerciale du groupe et atteint une certaine perfection. Peepshow est un délice intégral, d'une grande beauté et d'une grande finesse, définitivement l'un des sommets du groupe.