MY LAST BREATH
Could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
your last breath
Or could this be or could this be or could this be the moment of my death
Nothing lasts on this earth, like rabbits we do know
But we try hard to look away don’t want the truth to show
Nothing on this earth lasts like ostriches we stand
How desperately we plunge our heads back into the sand.
Could this be or could this be or could this be your last breath
Could this be or could this be or could this be the moment of my death
A corpse lies on a bed on a hot summer’s day
Well nothing disturbs us more than the smell of its decay
And so you’ll want to womit, and so you’ll want to puke
Repulsion of the rotten and how we worship youth
So could this be or could this be or could this be your last breath
Or could this be or could this be or could this be the moment of my death
Well nothing lasts forever, the corpse upon the slab
But well each of us is destined for a body bag
Nothing on this earth lasts decrepit and old
Nothing disgusts us more than the peach covered in mould
So could this be or could this be or could this be my
could this be or could this be or could this be my last breath
Could this be or could this be or could this be your last breath
Could this be or could this be or could this be the moment of my death.
IN THIS FAIRGROUND
In this fairground lovers laugh
And in this fairground sorrows of the past
How many stories dramas and tales
Love that blossomed love that failed
And in this fairground where the barrel organ plays
Where lovers meet and spend such happy days
And in this fairground where the barrel organ plays
Where lovers meet and spend such happy days
Well Marie the drum major for you lusts
To bear his children and desire to thrust
In this faiground where love and hate do grow
amongst the garish neon stories they do flow
just another story, one more to tell
how many stories do these turnstiles swell
And in this fairground the drum major stalks his prey
So this doom laden tale it slowly spins away
And in this fairground the drum major stalks his prey
So this doom laden tale slowly spins away
Amongst the shadows the drum major licks his lips
desiring your form and the swivel of your hips
In this fairground the tales they do spin
of lust virtue joy and sin
And in this fairground the tales they do spin
of lust virtue joy and sin.
SAND IN THE SEA
It’s only a gypsy boy
who takes you by the hand
Hold on to your baby
or you’ll end in gypsy land
stare into to that mirror
if you’re very wise
demons will make you blind
so now shut your eyes
Because all this dreams to a lady be
Have as much solidity as sand in the sea.
Sand in the sea... sand in the sea... sand in the sea... sand in the sea...
AN INCH
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words which he says his mouth you could shut
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words that he says his mouth you could shut
Is it just coincidence when he says something
Sometimes a profound question upwards he does bring
Then stupidity out of his mouth does slurp
And how I want to cut his throat watch as blood he burps
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words which he says his mouth you could shut
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words that he says his mouth you could shut
The sanctity of marriage you have a bastard child
So now your moral character vilifies and defiles
So you try to tell him marriage he can’t afford
Tell him that marriage is not for the poor
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words which he says his mouth you could shut
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words that he says his mouth you could shut
In heaven help with the thunder do all the poor sods
But your immorality is forgiven by god
When you say something which might make him see
He then blame it all on hyperactivity
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words that he says his mouth you could shut
An inch an inch and his throat you could cut
The stupid words that he says his mouth you could shut
JEALOUSY
Jealousy has found a meal
See the little piggy squeal
Like a cancer eats away
Cannot sleep night or day
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Jealousy has got a grip
Like a knife will slip
smell the despair
smell it in the air
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Another man has had his fun
You could smell the sweat, smell the cum
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
It’s gonna murder you
It’s gonna beat you black and blue
You it’s going to screw
The dirt you will chew
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
You could rip your heart out
you could scream or you could shout or murder the bitch
throw her corpse into a ditch
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
You could rip your heart out
you could scream or you could shout murder the bitch
throw her corpse in a ditch Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Another man has had his fun
You can smell his sweat, smell his cum
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
WALTZ THE NIGHT AWAY
So you waltz the night away with another man my love
oh the aching and the torment oh my god above
is there mercy from this torment is there mercy from this pain
oh to see the one you love - these storm clouds carry rain
so they drink to forget endless barrels full of beer
well I could fill all those barrels with a lake full of tears
and so you waltz the night away with another man
your wounded soul is like an animal damned
you want to crush her fill her full of pain
get revenge revenge revenge - these storm clouds carry rain
so they drink to forget endless barrels full of beer
you could fill those barrels with a lake full of tears tears
tears
tears
SIRENS OF DEATH
Can you hear them? Can you hear them too?
Can you hear them telling me what to do?
Can you hear them whisper, thirsty for blood?
Can you hear them or am I just going mad?
Can you hear them? Can you hear them too?
Can you hear them my brain slowly they chew?
Can you hear them singing their murderous song?
Can you hear them Marie must to me belong?
Sirens of death
through the walls and in my head
well they want her butchered, they want her dead
her whore blood spilt on our wedding bed.
Can you hear them? Can you hear them too?
Can you hear them could I do it, can this be true?
Can you hear them those voices death they command?
Sirens of death
through the walls and in my head
well they want her butchered, they want her dead
Can you hear them sweet revenge they demand?
Can you hear them? Can you hear them too?
Can hear them its my final cue?
Can you hear them the deed it must be done
Can you hear them Marie’s death march has begun
Sirens of death
through the walls and in my head
they want her butchered, they want her dead
her whore blood spilt on our wedding bed.
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
Sirens of death
through the walls and in my head
they want her butchered, they want her dead her whore blood spilt on our wedding bed.
STAB MYSELF
I wish I could stab myself I wish I could stick it in
I wish I could purge myself of this mortal sin
I wish I could stab myself drowning in my guilt
Wish I could stab myself my blood’s being spilt
I wish I could stab myself, my blood spilt
Or kill myself with a bottle of pills
I wish i could stab myself, my guts I’d puke
I don’t wanna live and face the truth
I just wanna stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab myself
I just wanna stab myself – stab – myself I just wanna stick in in – stab myself
stab myself I wish I could escape
cut my throat or my neck break
stab myself, my life redeem
stab myself you know it’s just a bad bad
stab myself, my throat cut
stab myself a knife in my gut
stab myself, cut the vein
stab myself and escape from the pain the
I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could dream
I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could pain the pain
I wish I could wanna stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab myself
I wish I could wanna stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab myself
I wish I could wanna stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab myself
I wish I could wanna stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab myself
I wish I could stab myself, escape from these lies
I wish I could wanna stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab myself and die die die die
die
stab myself I wish I could escape
cut my throat or my neck break
stab myself, my life redeem
stab myself you know it’s just a bad bad
stab myself, my throat cut
stab myself a knife in my gut
stab myself, cut the vein
stab myself and escape from the pain the
STICK TO THEIR PLAN
The things I could have been
The things I could have done
It doesn’t matter anymore
I’ll just stick to their plan
I ate my peas, I shut my mouth
I did what should be done
There’s so much I would like to say
But I’ll stick to their plan
I could have had my way
I could have been a man
But Im too tired, its too late
I’ll just stick to their plan
A madman or a murderer
A weirdo or a bum
It doesn’t mean a thing to me
I’ll just stick to their plan
The things I could have been
The things I could have done
It doesn’t matter anymore
I’ll just stick to their plan
It doesn’t matter anymore
I’ll just stick to their plan
FIRST STONE
Saint John is a liar, how could you believe
a whore and her sins that they did forgive?
The stone it was cast by Jesus himself
And before she knew it the adultress was dead.
The first stone is coming, coming your way,
and no one is gonna pray
The first stone is coming, coming, coming your way
and no one is gonna pray.
Your baby will be called a son of a bitch
And you in a gutter someone should ditch
Your lust will be punished I guarantee
A violent murder I can foresee.
And the first stone is coming, coming, coming your way
No one, no one is gonna pray.
The first stone is coming, coming, coming, your way
And no one is gonna pray.
You had your boys, you had your men
You spread your legs for each of them
So now the stones are coming coming your way
No one no one no one no one is going to pray.
The first stone is coming, coming coming your way, and no one is gonna pray
The first stone is coming, coming, coming your way and no one is gonna pray.
The first stone is coming, coming coming your way, and no one is gonna pray
The first stone is coming, coming, coming your way and no one is gonna pray.
BUNCH OF WHORES
They’ll raise your kids, they’ll seem so kind
They’ll cook you dinner, they’ll soothe your mind
They will seduce you, they’ll suck you dry
Before their thighs all sin does lie.
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’ll make you breakfast, treat you nice
They’ll cleverly conceal their vice
They’ll swear that they love only you
Behind your back your friends they’ll screw
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
How easily they spit out lies
How foolishly you will oblige
They’ll swear to God that they are yours
In fact they are - just a bunch of whores
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
And once the first one you have whacked
There is no easy turning back
One by one without a blink
Until their spieces is extinct
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
They’re just a bunch of whores Your butcher’s knife it roars
Your butcher’s knife it roars..... (rep)
RED MOON
I saw you kill her with your knife
I saw you take away her life
I saw you sticking that knife in
But it won’t end your suffering
And on the dancefloor float the whores
Their foolish lifes are just like yours
And on the dancefloor they do ---
Under a blood red moon
And so her corpse lies by the lake
And by her corpse you do now shake
I heard you sob, sob this tune
Under a blood red moon
And so the one that was your friend
Is now the one who does you end
Stare at her corpse, stare at your doom
Under a blood red moon
And in the morning the mists come down
And her corpse it will be found
Stare at her corpse, stare at the moon
Under a blood red moon
Stare at her corpse, stare at the moon
And hang yourself under a red
moon
Madness, murder, whores, soldiers and....peas. The Tiger Lillies tell the story of Franz Woyzeck, a lowly soldier stationed in a provincial German town. His wife is cheating, his superior officers consider him less than human and his doctor is performing medical experiments on him. He begins to experience a series of apocalyptic visions while his jealous suspicions grow. Things do not end well.
Woyzeck is a stage play written by Georg Büchner in 1836. He left the work incomplete at his death, but it has been variously and posthumously "finished" by a variety of authors, editors and translators. Woyzeck has become one of the most performed and influential plays in the German theatre repertory.
The production of Woyzeck and the Tiger Lilies was performed in Vienna 24 September - 15 October 2011 and this cd features the songs from the show. Recorded with Christian Kolonovits and a 10 piece brass band, the 12 songs follow Woyzecks descent into madness.
Musicans:
The Tiger Lillies:
Martyn Jacques – Lead Vocals, Accordeon, Guitar
Adrian Huge – Drums, Percussion, Backing-Vocals
Adrian Stout – Double Bass, Singing Saw, Theremin, Backing-Vocals
Christian Kolonovits - Piano, Organ
Brass-Band:
Christof Zellhofer/Trp., Simon Ertl/Trp., Michael Schwaighofer/Trp., Simon Plötzeneder/Trp., Josef Fuchsberger/Trp., Peter Travnik/Trp., Manfred Stimez/Clar., Norbert Amon/Clar., Clemens Hofer/ Trb./ Ten.Horn, Mario Vavti/Trb./Ten.Horn, Stefan Thurner/Trb.,Christian Eisenhut/Trb., Thomas Winalek, Trb., Friedrich Gindlhumer/Tba., Wilfried Plamoser/Perc./Drums, Daniel Neuhauser/Perc./Drums
Produced by:
Christian Kolonovits and The Tiger Lillies
Brass-Arrangements: Christian Kolonovits
Recorded and mixed by Clemens Nowak
at homebase recording studio vienna
Edited by Clemens Nowak
Mastered by Mischa Janisch at Sunshine Mastering, Austria
