TimBauhaus in Oporto, Portugal just before the last show of the tour. These lyrics were updated for the Resurrection tour 1998 Kick in the Eye And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide So I began the crossing My throat burned dry Searching for the Sufis The kick in the eye I am the end of reproduction Given no direction Every care is taken In my rejection Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Every care is taken With my rejection And my abduction To my addiction Every care is taken With my protection And my abduction From my addiction Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Kick in the eye Silent Hedges Silent Hedges Following the silent hedges Needing some other kind of madness Looking into purple eyes Sadness at the corners Works of art with a minimum of steel Pure sensation The terrible downgrade Going to hell again Going to hell again Self confidence leaks From a thousand wounds Faults of civilization Burning the private paradise of dreams Minus hands of the electric clock Clock Clock Clock Pure sensation The beautiful downgrade Going to hell again Going to hell again Again Again Again Double Dare re-write 1998Doubl ouble Dare Re-write 98 I dare you to be real To touch a flickering flame No more pangs No pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be found To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells to peal I dare you to aspire To break with coarse desire In a void In a void you stare You've never You've never dared to dare I dare you In the Flat Field (resurrected 1998) A gut pull drag on me Into the chasm gaping we Mirrors multi-reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odourous whim Calmer eye flick shudder within Assist me to walk away from sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out of this labyrinth place I do get bored I get bored In the flat field I get bored I do get bored In the flat field Yin and Yang Lumber punch Go taste a tart Then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean From this sordid place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace Of pregnant cows As life maps out onto my brow The cards are lowered in index turn Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn I do get bored I get bored In the flat field I get bored I do get bored In the flat field Let me catch the slit of light For a maiden's sake in maiden flight In the flat field I do get bored Replace those Piccadilly whores In my yearn for some spiritual fix Transfer me to that solid plane Save me from a blazing pain Moulding shapes no shame to waste Moulding shapes no shame to waste And drag me out with deafening haste NEWS | TOURDATES | TOUR NOTES | BIO | PHOTOS | MERCHANDISE | MAILING LIST | LINKS