Oh, and these...

A Year in Prague and a Whiskey Soaked Romance

Don't wait for the train to arrive, tonight we fly

It's just a matter of time before I see you again
So make it happen, make it happen
I'll see you again when we reach Copenhagen

They release the hounds, but they'll never take us alive
Now your feet are weak from running, and I know we're never going to make it

Deafened by the barking, blinded by the searchlights
Will we never escape from within these fences?

We built these houses with our fists
We blew these rooms apart
We decorated these walls with our blood

Oh, Marie
If only you could see me now, you'd be so proud of me
Meet me in eternity

Copyright © Doug Taylor 2005

Cutting Up Shakespeare

Paper scripts
The end of this shit stained romance
She never listens - to me
Turn the pages
To reveal the horror

The burning passion
That keeps us from sleep
And we're cutting up Shakespeare
For what it's worth
I'm still alone

Dear lover, I'm still alone
Dear lover, I'm all alone

I'd still dream of fucking you
If it wasn't for these circumstances

Copyright © Doug Taylor 2005

Whitened Teeth and Vampire Smiles

Crippling the senses of the animals
Changing the scenery to night
Fucking the headlights to avoid the crash
The clocks will run backwards again

Cassandra, this wait is killing me
A Lolita dressed in white
The perfect thing I cannot touch
It breaks the windows
The stone is never thrown

Correct my faults
They came packaged in flesh

Laugh, cry, scream, awake

Copyright © Doug Taylor 2005

The Invasion of the Moon (1957-1970)

A hermaphroditic leper, bare knuckle boxing for funds to find a cure

We invade as a step of progress
Our scarecrows with smiles as big as armies
The amphetamines glowing in our pirouetting eyes
Leaning closer to feel the heat

Spread some love, baby, spread it
Spread some love, baby, yeah

Reaching for the future between your thighs
We'll break before we feel alive again

Give the workers their due
Give the professions their workers
Give the workers their work

Spread some love, baby, spread it
Spread some love, baby, yeah

We made a pact to make it up
Inserting pins into our scalps
The acupuncture points of a generation

Spread some love, baby, spread it
Spread some love, baby, yeah

Copyright © Doug Taylor 2006