Sacred body, wan and worn
Bruised and mangled, scourged and torn
By
Tiny angels on her body
Little voices in her head
When the
Sing Ho! for the A-bomb melody
It merrily whistles down on
I've preened the feathers on my wings
And I've polished my
I left my heart in a wooden case
With chains and
The painter was dismissed today
We paid him off and put
Wet boys walking on my grass
Call to me come out
Dear Madame Maenad, in answer to your ad
I enclose a
Presents in Postie’s sack
You can smell cheap perfume 10 yards
The DJs are dedicating music to the dead
She has no
Can someone tell me
What is it that we're doing under
His schizoid personality
Fragmented at the age of eight
His grandmother brought
Don’t cry, darling, it’s blood all right
Face so blue and
Starry midnight, robed in shadows
Give my weary heart release
Spread your
» More on The Monochrome Set