WILLIAM THE PHANTOM

William's in a violent dream
The chief is smiling through his teeth
Morning brings a lonely mood
A right hand trembling like a leaf

William the phantom(2x)

Dirty sheets and Vaseline
Photographs of precious things
Enemas and coffee black
Who knows what the day might bring?

Morning prayers morning sighs
Memories of lonely times
Quest for love and company
To a hairy chested Christ

Was it something I experienced
Or is it in my head?

French kisses and mojos
Dietrich on the stereo
Slow dance in a gay bar
Mother on the telephone

Cockroaches and heroine
Wild boys head for misery
William's in a hotelbar
Cutting up his diary

Nothing, as the day goes by
Evening prayers and evening sighs
Shopping centre, lonely meal
Chocolate in case mum drops by

Precious books and photos
Noisy televisionshows
Spends the evening by his own
(Dietrich on the stereo)

Was it something I experienced
Or is it in my head?

Sudden action sudden bores
Sodomy and Islam whores
William's in a desserttown
Cutting up Moroccan boys

Was it something I experienced
Or is it in my head?


SATO BAR

Beloved, gather round, admire me not for courage,
But for what I'm about to reveal
Truth revealed at last, the punchline escaped me,
Lost in the garbage or a pile of magazines
In a daze I roamed the streets, fleeing from the pen,
Fleeing at a movie just in time for the cumshot.
(Truth spat out in a grubby handkerchief)
Dazed for weeks I roamed this room, admired the view
willing to reveal, willing to scream out with all my heart.
'I made a blind date, down at Sato bar'

She said: 'wear a white carnation'
I said what's the colour of your hair?
Let's meet out in the danger zone
'Change for romance' the wind sighed

Sato bar arise, Sato bar arise
Where a man's expression bears no daylight
I met Jacques the grinning and Mr. evil tan
And a bartender pressing me down on a chair
Saying: 'here's a thirsty man'
He's the splatter that matters, his eyes black and chilling
Fighting and knifing and leering while pouring
He's into serial killing, he's into serial killing
Wipes off sweat with a grubby towel
(I think carnations are distasteful
But how I long to see one now)

Sato bar, Sato bar arise

Men strangely disappear
The backroom a templar's hideout
For the next 120 years
Men have found a place to conspire
A place to wear blackness like Christs
Spitting truth, counting scars,
No such thing as arguing at the Sato bar

Don't count me out, I cried!
I'm weak and I'm lost, but I'm willing
Weak lust...willing

Down at Sato bar


AGNES AND HET GHOSTS

Agnes and her ghosts, quietly live
In a room of six by four, with a lock on the door
Agnes and her ghosts, are moving about
In a small and cosy place, keeping me out
watching the handles, going up and down
Doesn't upset her, things in life she's got used to

Agnes in her white dress, nursing an old man
Helping him cough, gives him all the love she can
Agnes and her ghosts, Agnes and her dreams
I watch from outside and wish that the old man was me
Agnes and her beauty, Agnes and her eyes
Agnes is all that goes on in my mind

She's in her room now, prepares to go to bed
Has she sensed my presence, in the stroke of a sudden chill?
(Is she thinking of me)
Puts out the light, pulls up the sheets
Can't find no warmth, in the heart of august
(Is she thinking of me)
Twisting and turning, she stares in the dark
Is she scared, is she angry, lonely or hurt, is she waiting
(Is she waiting for me)

Agnes and her ghosts, quietly live
In a room of six by four, with a lock on the door
Agnes and her ghosts, are moving about
In a small and cosy place, keeping me out
Agnes and her beauty, Agnes and her eyes
Agnes is all that goes on in my mind
(I'll be around tonight)