Remourse of the Dead [Remords Posthume] - Marc Almond

One day the devil came above ground One day the devil came above ground To study his interests He saw everything The devil he heard everything And having seen a

Behind the dirt Sprawled before us Behind narrow eyes And faces of fat Beyond those hands Opened or closed That strain in vain Nor raise thier fists Further tha

The bargemen see Me growing old I see the bargemen Aging too We play the game Of tom fools Where the one Who still is oldest In my work Even in summer He must t

Wholely naked My my worn towel serving as loin cloth Face turned red Hands clutching at soap and froth Next next I was barely 20 And we were over 100 Being the

You've understood nothing If you need trains to fleet to adventure And white ships to take you away To see the sun in your eyes To see the songs you can't sing

On Sundays the bulls get so bored When they're asked to show off for us There is the sun the sand and the arena There are the bulls ready to bleed for us It's t

If you go away On this summer's day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts were

Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if it were a foolish game The way the evening breeze may tease