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The following pointers take you to unofficial transcriptions of various songs not on the the other pages.

Test // Nowhere // Scylla: Helens Face // Low and Behold // The Birds they do fly // Che // Turnaround // You Don't Know // Backwards Glance // Speedcrash // Storm // Caught in the Alleyway // Open Day at the Hatefest


Test

The following (unofficial) transcriptions of lyrics for Test were posted to the mailinglist by Diana de Bruin (DdBruin#cdiv.azl.nl) with corrections by Lesley Snyder (lesley.snyder#conted.gatech.edu) and Gerry Valle (gerry#qcworld.com).

It's a shame
I'm the same
All the rest
In too deep

Thoughts, I've worked long and hard
And I've convinced myself
To depart, to depart
Laughed
When I wanted to cry
And I've lived
When I wanted to die

It's a shame

*** (To be brave is such a/In search of) stepping stone(s) ***
To feel when you're just ash and bone

It's a shame
It's the world who'll get the love

Well
How long will it take
Earn myself a
Golden handshake, golden handshake
Cause I worked when I wanted to sleep
And I run when I'm in too deep
The truth is such a subtle thing
To fear the questions that it brings

It's a shame
It's the world who'll get the love
I'm the same
All the rest
In too deep
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Nowhere

Fire Fire burning bright in the darkness of the night
It casts its glow on everyone cause it whistles clear loud and true
For the blackness is no fool when daybreak is its only sun

While the angel sleeps, the rest are nowhere to be found
While the wicked speak, the devil's nowhere nowhere nowhere

Tinkle tinkle go to the bell
Fire burnt and London fell
An end must come to all this fun
You'll see me rising up and above the fog
I see my house, my love, my dog
There growing for the world to see
They're growing there for you and me

The harder you run the less you achieve
The more that you give the less you receive
While the angel sleeps the rest are nowhere to be found
While the wicked speak, the devil's nowhere nowhere nowhere

Fire fire burning bright in the darkness of the night.
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Helen's Face

One of the songs that is "available commercially" by Scylla is Helen's Face which appeared on the soundtrack for Showgirls. See the discography for the full tracklisting. Initial try by me, corrections by Lesley Snyder (lesley.snyder#conted.gatech.edu).
I should look on Helen's face in hell
when I issue my last breath,
The stories they will tell

They'll say men can be bad but so can women
Men won't say that women swim in
oceans of truth

In your own
in your own
in your own time
you will realise

Should've seen the look on Helen's face as she fell,
but she succumbed to him and her soul she will sell
There is no reason that has a meaning
There is no reason that has a meaning

I should look on Helen's face in hell

We're all guilty
T/Dip our toes
but remain aloof
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Low and Behold

It never rains but it pours
On a sleepy town, north of New York

It's an old old score
It's a cold cold world

How we gloat at others' misfortune
A nation of reptiles given to nothing

It's an old old score
It's a cold cold world

Tainted you could say but never frightened
For it is not in my nature
I was born of stronger stuff
Lies and deceit will never be enough

It's just cause and effect
Effect and frustration that leads to desperation
And eventual separation 

It's an old old score
La La La La La La La
It never rains
A nation of reptiles
Given to nothing

The Birds they do fly

It's 8:55
There's no one left alive
I am on my own or so I dream
In an endless search I came across no one
No animal cry but the birds they do fly
Forgotten what occurred 
Lost all I heard
I haven't got a home or so it seems
I haven't got a home or so it seems
In an endless stream I came across no one
No animal cry but the birds they do fly
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Che

You want to hurt me
To make me feel what you feel
You want to tear me till I bleed at at the seam
You're so sick of what you live under
You take it to extremes
So sick of what you waste, that you can't even dream
But I know it's the picture you're after
You want to trap me like a fly on the wall
Then you call me useless
For finding the cause
You're so tired of all you left hidden
It falls into obscene
So tired of all the haste and what you could have been
I'm not your slave
You're not my master
But I know it's the picture you're after
This is all I need to know.
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Turnaround

I can hear her in the background but she's a witch
Because she knew it was me and she always did
I'm just glad you listen even though it's not true
I'm glad you're doing what you need to do
We've all tried and all failed to turn you, turn you, turn you around
You leave me hanging on the outside of an open line
You never speak
You're confident most of the time
Take as much as you need
Don't be shy
We've all tried and all failed to turn you, turn you, turn you around
I have waited an hour to get you on the phone
Tell you the good news before you left home
I HOPE YOU GET WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WORKING FOR
It will be right for you it will be right for you
Though it won't fit.
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You Don't Know

I'm sick of you my sickly friend
I used to think on you I could depend
Now I know to my power
The truth of it, the day and the hour
You can trust me, you can trust me
I'm your ally, I'm your alibi
I'm rid of you my tricky friend
There was a time when you and I could pretend
But now I know to my shame
that there's no reason there's no blame
You don't know your destiny yet
You're too wrapped up in what you think
That's all you want to hear
That's all you want to share
You don't know your destiny yet
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know
You're too wrapped up in what you think
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know
Yeh Yeh Yeh you can trust me.
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BackwardsGlance

With a backwards glance I said goodbye
Saw the regret in your eyes
It's too late now to change the truth
While we're living under the same roof
It's a ruse of yours to alter perception, manipulate a violent situation
For your own gain
With my tits in the air I'm strong and proud
You'll see me laughing out loud 
On a crowded street
In the summer heat 
We'll all be there so come and share
It's a ruse of yours to alter perception, manipulate a vital situation
To your own gain and your own needs and your own fear
And your own tears
Seek and destroy, smile and obey
It's a ruse of yours to spoil perfection, manipulate a violent situation
Fo ryour own gain and your own needs and your own fear
And your own tears
Seek and destroy, smile and obey
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Speedcrash

Clear around the bend, faster on the lane, there's a crisis up ahead
Slow it down again, there's a crisis up ahead
Slow it down again
You're in the best of hands or so you'd like to think
My turning's up ahead and you don't even blink
My turning's up ahead and you don't even blink
I live for speed, hit the hidden heights
Dial the secret code
There's a crisis up ahead but you don't even blink
There's a crisis up ahead but you don't even blink
I live for speed
You stay unaware without a care
There's no response that's long gone
You crave rapid lights, acid nights
There's no respect
That's long dead, it's long long dead.
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Storm

You find yourself in the middle of a storm
You thought you were hard but you've barely been formed
See who you are as your future is faced
It's not that far
No step is retraced
Today you're safe
Tomorrow who knows
Guarantees are fool's gold
34 turns to 43
See my mistakes
Don't become me.
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Caught in the alleyway

The wall is great, is grey
The wall is flat as my head hits I hear the crack
Smell the blood before it runs
Feel the force before you lunge
Feel the force before you come
Caught in the alleyway, no way back
Left in the gutter, a screwed up wrap
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Open day at the Hatefest

Lola, Lola, Lola
Light my Marlboro you trainspotting bastard
Is this what you really want, Cos I accept the invitation
Lola, Lola, Lola Answer the question, listen to the voices
Lola, Lola, Lola Answer the question, listen to the voices
Lola, Lola, Lola Is that what you really want?
Stand to attention Open your eyes Open your eyes
Is this what you want What you really really want
That's a clever lie
I tied your tongue to the roof of your mouth
It's on the roof of your mouth
Chain your hands to the back of the chair
Open day at the hatefest
Open day at the hate fest
Lola, Lola, Lola
I will shout and you will hear me
You must know me
It's saturday morning
Saturday morning Lola, Lola, Lola
Tie your tongue to the back of your mouth
Open your eyes Open your eyes
I accept the situation, I accept the invitation
You speak of questions unanswered
It's just a minute of time phase
Is this what you want What you really really want
Chain your hands to the back of the chair It's a tricky business
It's a tricky tricky business
It's just a minute
Open day at the hate fest
Honey, Honey, Honey Honey, Honey
it's just a minute.

Last changed Monday 14·May·2001 [go to top]
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