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LOOK DEEP into my eyes little one... trusssssssst me! Yesss, trusst me when I say - this is ok, actually.

Who wouldn't love that sssublime sssnake from The Jungle Book? Even he gets a chance on this, the Banshees' 'Pin-ups' style collection of favourites from Ten Years In A Tour Bus. Siouxsie croons 'Trust In Me' from the Disney soundtrack but fares badly when compared with that python's creepy delivery. In the film, Snakey sings it while the camera closes-up to his eyeballs and they start spinning and spinning and.... ZONK, you're out!

It's been a long time since The Banshees have been hypnotic, but this has its moments. Unluckily, it's not half the LP that Nick Cave produced with 'Kicking Against The Pricks', because there Cave climbed right into his choices intent on doing damage, but here The Banshees are mostly too respectful. Except on 'Strange Fruit', which is a wobbling, imageless disaster - the "part sacrilege" that Severin was talking about, I think.

Major monuments on the rock n' roll landscape have been scaled: The Doors, Iggy, Roxy Music, John Cale, Television. All ghosts of the present, and if disturbed in this manner, likely to provoke a good thrashing. But The Banshees have escaped unscathed at several points.

Iggy's 'The Passenger' is one of the few rock records that could start a barndance anywhere in the world. It's a legend, and at least Siouxsie knows that if you're going to mess with this one, mess with it or leave well alone. So as all concerned take a ride to see what's theirs, the horns swoop and it swings along famously. I can almost see Siouxsie giggling at the fun of it. On 'Hall Of Mirrors', the Banshees and Kraftwerk are well matched, for each has a trademark pulse, and the tune is made for measure.

Anyone attempting the play-out Television's seldom-heard debut, 'Little Johnny Jewel' is asking for it. But rather than try for the high-wire tension of the original - and that, friends, is not even worth a try - they've reheated it in a supper-lounge suit, and it charms its way without sounding like sacrilege. JV Carruthers plinks and plonks his way psychedelically, his last call for The Banshees, while Budgie stabs at the drums with traditionally peerless timing, and I admit, it's great.

'You're Lost, Little Girl' needs its Morrison to convince, but Cale's 'Gun' stomps along righteously and the horns again puff it up for a welcome reincarnation.

Even allowing for the flat 'This Wheel's On Fire' and the token of their glam adolescence (Ferry's 'Sea Breezes', which sent me to sleep in its original surroundings), The Banshees have here made their first good LP in five years. Whatever that's worth today.  

David Swift 

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Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and ten feet tigers
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Flying domestic flying
And when the stewardess is near you not show any fear
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You are a khaki-coloured bombardier it's Hiroshima that you're nearing
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Daily, except for Sunday
You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her each day
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
As twenty cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you do
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Shower, another shower
You've got to look your best for her and be clean everywhere
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you down
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Census, the latest census
There'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go 'round
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You know that this town isn't big enough
Not big enough for both of us
This town isn't big enough
Not big enough for both of us
And I ain't gonna leave

The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors
Where he discovered a reflection of himself
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass

Sometimes he saw his real face
And sometimes a stranger at his place
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass

He fell in love with the image of himself
And suddenly the picture was distorted
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass

He made up the person he wanted to be
And changed into a new personality
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass

The artist is living in the mirror
With the echoes of himself
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass

Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass

Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass

Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me
You can sleep safe and sound
Knowing I am around

Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely your senses
Will cease to resist

Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me

If your memory serves you well
We were going to meet again and wait
So I'm going to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
But you know that we shall meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your memory serves you well,
I was going' to confiscate your lace
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was oh so hard to tell
But you knew that we would meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your memory serves you well
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favors done
And after every plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your memory served you well
This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter cry

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?

I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?

I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, girl
I'm sure that you know what to do

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backside
And everything looks good tonight
Singing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight
O the passenger
How he rides
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
Because it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see what's mine
Singing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So lets ride and ride and ride and ride
Singing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la

Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker
And the creepers get hung
Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job
One lost his liquor
And the other lost his hand

Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin' saw nothin' just smell the stink
Five hundred mug shots and a hundred to one
Four forgotten and the rest just won't come

When you've begun to think like a gun
The rest of the year has already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone

Well blood on the windows and blood on the walls
Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls
And the papers keep pounding on everything I burned
And the people getting restless but they'll never learn

I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife
Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time
Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
Knows they won't be back for a long long time

Top of the staircase was ready to fall
We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire
Or go for your neck with the chicken wire

When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Once you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have already gone

Mother of plenty, mother of none
You've got me cornered and still on the run
I don't care nothing about you anyway
Stuck in this hole I'm on my way

Yeah when you've begun to live like a gun
The days of the year have already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone

I’ve been thinking now
For a long time
How to go my own separate way
It’s a shame to think
About yesterday
It’s a shame

We’ve been running round
In our present state
Hoping help will come from above
But even angels there
Made the same mistakes

In love
In love
In love

Now that we are lonely
Life seems to get hard
Alone
What a word lonely
Alone it makes me cry

Thought train set in motion
Wheels in and around
Express our emotions
Tracks up then it tracks down

We’ve been running round
In our present state
Hoping help will come from above
But even angels there
Made the same mistakes

In love
In love
In love

Now Little Johnny Jewel,
Oh, he's so cool,
He has no decision,
He's just trying to tell a vision.
Some thought that this was sad,
And others thought it mad,
They just scratching the surface,
JJ can do the floor kiss.
Was he on display?
No, no, not today.
All that guy ever said,
He said, " I want my little wing-head".
He half-asleep at night
Over his head, sensation of flight.
And he wake up dreaming,
Dreaming...
And he run down to the airport,
The rush, the roar,
And he crouched down behind a fence,
With a chest full of lights,
Then,
He loses his senses...

Oh Little Johnny Jewel,
He's so cool,
But if you see him looking lost
You ain't gotta come on so boss!
And you know that he's paid,
You know that he's paid the price,
All you gotta do for that guy
Is wink your eye