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My founded has been well and truly dumbed by "Standing There" in it's Andalucian mix.  I have disliked the Banshees for a lot of this decade, so much so (and this is an old story) once walked out of a gig I was meant to be reviewing in order to see Sonic Youth across the road.  Five minutes later Siouxsie broke her leg onstage.  I assume it was the highlight of the evening since the music couldn't have been anymore dire.  But "Standing There" is a different fishnet tights full of kettles, however.  It's perhaps the most spiteful record I have heard for a long time.  I think that the object of Siouxsie's bile are the sort of greboes/men who infest the precincts of any urban shopping area you care to walk down like Big Mac litter.  Now you don't need a Magnum, just point this record between their eyes.

Hey creepo's I'm talking to you
I've got a message to give it to you
You've got a problem we know
But there is something you ought to know

Standing there  across the thoroughfare
They stand and stare with that gormless air
So funny to see how dumb some grown men can be

An unwanted weed a dying reed
Left to consider life as it passes by
Ignoring your calling ignoring your taunting
Ignoring your feelings of self hate and loathing
How empty and pointless your life must seem

See them standing see them staring
See them wearing that same stupid face

Sticks and stones may break bones
But this taunting crones only cause inner groans
We ignore all your calling ignore all your taunting
Ignore all your problems of self hate and loathing
Somebody should show them where to go

See them standing see them staring
See them wearing that same creepy face

Standing there in the thoroughfare
They stand and stare with that gormless air
Does what you won't understand scare and make you mad?
Resentful and envious don't you disgust yourself?
So funny to see how pathetic some men can be

See them standing see them staring
See them wearing that same stupid face

Ignore all their calling ignore all their taunting
Ignore all their faking their self hate and loathing
somebody should show them where to go

Here I am.....

Hear my faith
Hear my faith
Hear my faith
Divided
Divided

Available with limited edition print.  This scan No. 0403

*Mixed by Pascal Gabriel

Punch me Judy make me cry
You'll disappear and then I'll die
A love that's lost always returns
To feed the fire of a heart that burns

There's no sleep for fury eyes
So deep are the eyes of fury

Watching faces changing places
Running rings around the moon
Exchanging glances taking chances
Did we laugh and sing too soon

Our stomachs turns on a fever stream
But with no mosquito bite
Rabid kisses in a dream
Still we can't escape the sight

There's no sleep for fury eyes
So deep are the eyes of fury

Tonight they exorcise the ghost
Of love from its unyielding host
If that don't suit you scream and shout
If thine offend thee pluck it out

Alone in love with the other one
The one who doesn't know
And when we dance with the other one
The eyes of fury glow

Tonight they exorcise the ghost
Of love from its unyielding host
If that don't suit you scream and shout
If thine offend thee pluck it out

Who'll weep for the fury eyes
Beholding love a thing of beauty
There's no sleep for fury eyes
So deep are the eyes of fury

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