She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's the salt of the earth and shes dangerous
She's a rebel
vigilante
missing link on the brink of destruction
from chicago to toronto
shes the one they call old whatsername
shes the symbol of resistance
and shes holding on my heart like a hand grenade
is she thinking what im thinking?
is she the mother of all bombs?
gonna detonate
is she trouble like im trouble?
make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that
she sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings this liberation
that i just cant define
nothing comes to mind

Are you ready to be liberated
On this sad side city streets
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth

My name is Brody I'm from Melbourne
Fitzroy Melbourne Fitzboy Melbourne
I grew up on Bell St. then on Bennett St.
My mom kicked out my dad for battery
Found a way she found a way out of spiritual penury
Working single mother in an urban struggle
Blames herself now cause I grew up troubled
It hit me i got everything i need

My one heart felt too much from the start
Ive seen people come and go
Living large and living low
You can build up your walls sitting on death row
Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul
You can wash it all down swallow your story
Get smacked off your head go down in downroll glory
You wont solve it committing self inflicted crime
Go on pull the trigger this will be the last time

I speak of the truth the truth of the heart
Like a desperate thirst in a raging drought
Hey youth time flies by
Theres an everlasting battle for eternal life
I love a man from California
Hes the prettiest thing we got the same disorder
The way you feel is OK its never gonna change anyway

It hit me I got everything i need

It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong Gutted like a pig, all you want is the world to bleed, someone somewhere stole your desire The pain akin to, being punched in the throat, and stabbed in the chest You would rather bleed than be without her Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears Replaced with lackluster memories you cry, your screams play in your empty room It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong Your bed swallows you whole as the days bleed together, torment on the lips Of a loved one, and if you try hard enough, you can almost taste her, feel her pass and Scream, OH GOD WHY ME You would rather bleed than be without her Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears Replaced with lackluster memories you cry, your screams play in your empty room It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong

Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who’s the only one?
Hey little sister who’s your Superman?
Hey little sister who’s the one you want?
Hey little sister shot gun!

It’s a nice day to start again
It’s a nice day for a White Wedding
It’s a nice day to start again

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister whos the only one

You see, I've been away for so long (So long)
I've been away for so long (So long)
I've let you go for so long

yeha It's a nice day to start again
Come on yeah It's a nice day for a White Wedding
It's a nice day to start again!

Take me back home yeah!

There ain't nothing fair in this world

And there ain't nothing pure in this world
If there’s something left in this world

Start again
It’s a nice day for a White Wedding
It’s a nice day to start again
it's a nice day for a white wedding

   I have not slept in days.

               The storm continues to rage outside.

The pounding raindrops are like tiny needles pecking at my skull. Peck...peck...peck...

          The clock here in my chamber now strikes 12. Midnight is upon me.
                              I am haunted by images of a dark beauty shrouded in robes of lush fabric and elaborate detail. Is her clothing medieval or gothic?

               To what can I attribute these manifestations? My collection of vampire pictures on the walls? Too many horror novels or films? Not enough chocolate? Am I going mad?                       
 I peer out the window of my chamber, and notice that the rain has now ceased.

            As I watch the sea of fog now crawling and curling across the landscape, she emerges.

                                                            This gothic beauty, parting the mist with deliberate grace.

            I am intoxicated.

      My curious eye cannot look away as it follows the dark siren on her path, when, there in the distance, I see them.
                        A coven of living gothic dolls has now congregated out in the cemetery.

      Male and female. Equally beautiful figures with pale faces making mischief among the graves.

            Like ghoulish children conjuring up splendid games and Halloween costume ideas the night before All Hallows Eve. I began to wonder what sort of tricks they would play, and what fiendish treats they would eat.

                  And as I observe these collectible figures in macabre costumes, I notice the little ones.

            Oddly complected kindergoths, toddling like infant zombies.

                        They dance together like a mad cult of fashion goths in their fiendish frivolity.

      My eyes dance by their side in the darkness. What a morbid and glorious site this is. The goths are so wonderful I could cease to exist.

            Waltzing through tombstones like vampires, elegant and lithe in medieval dresses.

      Beautiful makeup, and elaborate hair done like strange fashion collector dolls.

                  These pictures of witches persist. Almost as if my head were a cauldron and these goths were concocting a wicked brew of nightmarish gothic dolls percolating to perfection.

                        Suddenly, these fruits of lunacy made clear my purpose. I fantasize myself the dollmaker! The creator of this dark beauty and her macabre companions!
           Now, the question is how? How to appease these beings that leave my brain teetering on the bleeding edge of insanity? How to exorcise these collector dolls from the caverns of my morbid mind, scratching, clawing, reaching towards freedom?

              Of course! My father is quite the wicked craftsman, capable of bringing to life innumerable concoctions of collectible toys and figures for many generations.

  Perhaps he could help me to squelch these haunting visions, and yet, bring them to their full and beautiful realization.

Dark gothic dolls and collectible toys, shrouded in ornate dress, with elaborate makeup and hairstyles.

                                        A gallery of gloom, designed for the collector of dolls with a taste for the macabre, a glorious hunger for goths.

      Sirens of splendid melancholy, tattooed, pierced and on the very edge of fashion...bleeding edge goths!
                    Their names shall be Dagger, Abcynthia, Trinity.   All are welcome in this factory of shadows.

  And she, the dark beauty...my muse, I shall call her Storm!

On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself

When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance

[Scat]

Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance

Jackie is a punk,Judy is a runt
They both went down to Berlin,
joined the ice capades.
And oh, I don't know why
Oh, I don't know why
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Second verse, same as the first,
Jackie is a punk,
Judy is a runt
They both went down to Berlin,
joined the ice capades.
And oh, I don't know why
Oh, I don't know why
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Third verse, different from the first,
Jackie is a punk,
Judy is a runt,
They both went down to Frisco,
Joined the SLA.
And oh, I don't know why,
Oh, I don't know why
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah
Perhaps they'll die,
Oh yeah!

Woohoo Woohoo Debbie just hit the wall She never had it all One Prozac a day Husbands a CPA Her dreams went out the door When she turned twenty four Only been with one man What happen to her plan? She was gonna be an actress She was gonna be a star She was gonna shake her ass On the hood of white snake’s car Her yellow SUV is now the enemy Looks at her average life And nothing has been alright Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she’s uncool But she still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 Woohoo (1985) Woohoo She's seen all the classics She knows every line Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink Even Saint Elmo's Fire She rocked out to wham Not a big Limp Biscuit fan Thought she’d get a hand On a member of Duran Duran Where’s the mini-skirt made of snake skin And who’s the other guy singing in Van Halen When did reality become T.V. What ever happen to sitcoms, game shows (on the radio there was) Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she’s uncool But she still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 Woohoo She hates time make it stop When did Motley Crew become classic rock? And when did Ozzy become an actor? Please make this stop Stop! And bring back Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she’s uncool But she still preoccupied With 1985 Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she’s uncool But she still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985