The Cult - Sonic Temple lyrics
Tracks 01. Sun King
02. Fire Woman 03. American Horse 04. Edie (Ciao Baby) 05. Sweet Soul Sister 06. Soul Asylum 07. New York City 08. Automatic Blues 09. Soldier Blue 10. Wake up Time For Freedom 11. Medicine Train 12. The River 13. Lay Down your Gun 01. Sun King Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
This is where it all ends
And the kinda dream that you've never seen Well, yeah Hot damn, ooh, mercy ma'am What the hell you doin' to me? Ah, struttin' round with your head held high What you tryin' to prove, girl? Black haired missy, big brown eyes On my knees, mama please I'm a regal man, I'll do what I can To take you off to the promised land I'm a sun king, baby Let me take you by the hand Sun king, honey We can rule across the land I'm a sun king, baby With you I'll share my throne A sun king, honey I can't make it on my own, no Hey, look out, little missy's about Rippin' up the town, oh yeah Honey, I can't tie you down Woman, you makin' me frown Long legged lady with a black dress on On my knees, mama please I'm a regal man, I'll do what I can To t-t-take you to the promised land A sun king, baby Let me take you by the hand Yeah, a sun king, honey We can rule across this land I'm a sun king, baby, baby With you I'll share my throne A sun king, honey I can't make it on my own, yeah Let me tell you people Now, listen good City crawlin' like a tired dog, yeah Cult children in the house of the dawn, yeah Time was wasted 'cause it's gone too fast Time was wasted 'cause it's gone too fast I see the sun begin to shine I see the sun begins to shine Sun king, baby, ow Let me take you by the hand Oh, sun king, honey We can rule across this land I'm a sun king, baby, yeah, yeah With you I'll share my throne Sun king, honey I can't make it on my own, yeah I'm a sun king, baby Sun king, oh yeah Sun king, baby I'm a sun king, baby Sun king baby 02. Fire Woman Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Fire woman, yeah
Shake, shake, shake, shake it, yeah Wound up, can't sleep Can't do anything right, little honey Oh, since I set my eyes on you I tell you the truth T-t-twistin' like a flame in a slow dance, baby You're driving me crazy Come on, little honey Come on, now Fire, smoke, she is a rising fire, yeah Smoke on the horizon, well Fire, smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smokestack lightning Smokestack lightning Well, shake it up, you're to blame Got me swayin', little honey My heart's a ball of burnin' flame Oh, yes it is Trancing like a cat on a hot tin shack Lord, have mercy Come on, little sister Come on and shake it Fire, smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smoke on the horizon, yeah Fire, smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smokestack lightning, baby I was thinking what I've been missing I'll tell you truthfully, well She's coming close now, oh, I can feel her She's getting close to me and I never, yeah Fire, smoke, she is a rising fire Oh, smoke on the horizon Fire, smoke, she is a rising, rising, rising fire Smokestack lightning, a-j-j-j Burnin' out and shake it, baby Come on and burn it I say, send down fire to me Say, send down fire to me Say, send down fire to me, yeah Fire woman, you're to blame 03. American Horse Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Oh yeah
Oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Well, well, well, well Stick it in your ear 'cause it ain't exactly clear What you people hear, I tell you that's right, oh yeah Sucker in the middle blowing hot and cold Cracking his whip on the American horse He's gone crazy, completely crazy Trying to tame the American horse, well He's gone crazy, completely crazy Trying to tame the American horse, well Feather in his mane showing no fear of a twisted shady fool I tell you that's right, that's right Truth's a mighty clear forever on and on Never break a spirit of the American horse, well Don't you shoot him down He's gone crazy, completely crazy Trying to tame the American horse He's gone crazy, completely crazy Trying to tame the American horse, yeah He's gone crazy, completely crazy Trying to tame the American horse He's gone crazy, completely crazy Trying to tame the American horse Yeah, yeah, yeah Crazy On the day they tried to tame the American horse, yeah Crazy On the day they tried to tame the American horse, ow Riding on a pony, riding against the wind And in came Brando and he told it like this Crazy, crazy, crazy momma 04. Edie (Ciao Baby) Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Always said you were a youth quaker, Edie
A stormy little world shaker Oh, Warhol's darling Queen, Edie An Angel with a broken wing The dogs lay at your feet, Edie Oh, we caressed your cheek Oh, stars wrapped in your hair Oh, life without a care But your not there Oh, caught up in an endless scene, Edie Yeah, paradise, a shattered dream Oh, wired on the pills you took, Edie Your innocence dripped blood, sweet child The dogs lay at your feet, Edie Oh, we caressed your cheek Oh, stars wrapped in your hair Oh, life without a care Ciao baby Shake it, boy Oh, sweet little sugar talker Hmm, paradise dream stealer Oh, Warhol's little Queen, Edie An Angel with a broken wing, oh The dogs lay at your feet, Edie Oh, we caressed your cheek, well Stars wrapped in your hair Oh, life without a care Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't you know paradise takes time? Ciao baby Yeah, yeah Ciao baby Ciao baby, yeah Ciao baby 05. Sweet Soul Sister Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
All the hip young things
Trying to make a scene We living out forbidden dreams Star spangled banner Flutters in the sky Time hustles those who wait to die Come on little, honey Come on now, please Come on little, honey and dance with me Sweet soul sister Keep on pushing till the dawn, well Sweet soul sister Forever dancing on and on Ooh, she's a Dior girl Twisting round the world Midnight crush boogie scene A firm fixed expression Sensual, tender, smooth Sexual panther, beautifully cool Come on little, honey Come on now, please Come on little, honey and dance with me Sweet soul sister Keep on pushing till the dawn, well, well, well Sweet soul sister Forever dancing on and on, yeah Sweet soul sister Keep on pushing till the dawn Sweet soul sister Forever dancing on and on, yeah 06. Soul Asylum Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Who would break a butterfly on a wheel?
Not me, my precious child Sweet angel, wrap me in your velvet cloak, my dear Love's a sweet warm Goddess I invited here So many times I call your name, baby baby, please So many times I call your name, yeah Before the night is through grant me one last wish Sweet soul asylum yeah, an everlasting kiss Who would crush this woman underfoot? Oh not me, my chosen one (My chosen one) Sweet angel, wrap me in your velvet cloak, my dear Love's a sweet warm Goddess I invited here So many times I call your name, oh please baby, yeah So many times I call your name Before the night is through grant me one last wish Sweet soul asylum yeah, an everlasting kiss Oh baby, yeah yeah yeah Oh oh oh, takes me far away So many times I call your name, oh baby baby, please So many times I call your name (Before the night is through) Before the night is through (Grant me one last wish) Oh, grant me one last wish Sweet soul asylum, an everlasting kiss (Before the night is through, grant me one last wish) Sweet soul asylum, an everlasting kiss Sweet soul asylum, yeah oh, sweet soul asylum, yeah Sweet soul, yeah, sweet soul asylum, oh 07. New York City Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
I saw a rainbow stretched across the ocean crashed the big apple
So I took a bite found a taste I like but she bit me back I jumped across the ocean found a big apple so I took a bite She teased me with a taste laid my soul to waste Stabbed me in the back Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ I ain't never coming back, no Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ I ain't never coming back, child Pressure never stops pressure never drops Lennon got fried Said it was a crime said it was a pity no one even cried Pressure never stops pressure never drops Lennon got fried Said it was a crime said it was a pity no one even cried, cried, cried Oh, Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place I ain't never coming back, oh no no Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place I ain't never coming back Oh, New York City Oh, New York City, yeah, yeah New York City, yeah Oh, New York City, well, well Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ I'm never coming back, no Disneyland, trash can baby, yeah give you a heart attack The Times Square shuffle, Manhattan flip twenty four hour groove Working up a frenzy baby people push on through, yeah Listen boy Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I jumped across the ocean found a big apple so I took a bite She teased me with a taste laid my soul to waste Stabbed me in the back Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place I'm never coming back, no no no Hell's Kitchen is a DMZ I ain't never, never, yeah Oh, New York City Wake up, yeah, in the New York City Well, New York City, yeah, yeah New York City, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shake it up, do it now Shake it up, bells ringing I'm shooting down on the hip now I'm shooting down on the hip now, baby I'm shooting down on the hip now Oh, New York City 08. Automatic Blues Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Yeah
Ooh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Hey there people, have you heard the news? Ooh oh yeah The world's on fire, I'm telling you Yeah I'm telling you Brothers and sisters everywhere, come together People like you should Ooh, like you should Drive on people Drive on people Ooh, I never thought we'd get too far Yeah Livin' on the wrong side talkin' 'bout life Aow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lovers and sinners, cats and fools Shake it together, come on people Please, yeah Drive on people People drive on, say Drive on people I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool Talkin' about the automatic blues Yeah I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool Talkin' about the automatic blues Ain't no sucker, oaw Ain't no fool, no Ain't no sucker Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Come on and shake it, boy Drive on people People drive on, yeah Drive on people Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Drive on people People drive on, say Drive on people I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool I'm talkin' about the automatic blues Yeah I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool I'm talkin' about the automatic blues, now I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool I'm talkin' about the automatic blues I ain't no sucker, I ain't no fool I'm talkin' about the automatic blues Yeah, uh 09. Soldier Blue Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Yeah, come on now
Soldier blue, bloodstained red Hey people, he's gonna bust your head A real bad dream, yeah, you know it's true Kiss his boots or you'll be through Out of the night comes a soldier right Line you up in his gun sight His mind's exploded, ego's overloaded Hey children, start-a-runnin' Soldier blue, love is out of season Soldier blue, ain't fighting for no reason, no, no Ain't fighting for no reason, no, no Well, soldier blue, soldier fright He's gonna bust up everything in sight A real heavy dude in a killing mood Pack your bags or you'll be through, you'll be through, yeah He's guaranteed to shatter all your dreams His mind's exploded, ego's overloaded Hey children, start-a-runnin', yeah Soldier blue, oh, love is out of season Soldier blue, fighting for no reason Soldier blue, love is out of season Soldier blue, her love is out of season I have seen the sunset, the sea on fire Ships burn off the coast of Orion Dreams of peace wait on the horizon, oh yeah Clouds filled with blood rain on the water While night time's fingers clench the light shut Our sister rides the horse, Apocalypse Now is the closing, love has no season, yeah Love has no season C'mon shake ya sinner Soldier blue, love is out of season Soldier blue, fighting for no reason Soldier blue, yeah, love is out of season Soldier blue, fighting for no reason Soldier blue, fighting for no reason, yeah Soldier blue, fighting for no reason, yeah Love has no season Love has no season Love has no season, yeah 10. Wake up Time For Freedom Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly Wake up time for freedom, baby Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yeah Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, well Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha There's someone knocking on my door A tall dark figure I've never seen before His badge shone brightly like a star in the sky He dragged me out to the waiting car Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time to fly Wake up time for freedom, baby A flock of vultures spinning 'round my head Left me on the roadside for dead Cars pass by but no one stares These waking dreams, they never end Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time to fly Wake up time for freedom You know we gotta try Lawman on the bank now, honey Hound dog on my trail Wake up time for freedom Before the night prevails There's someone knocking on my door A tall dark figure I've never seen before Yeah, backs on blinding, like a star in the sky He dragged me out to the waiting car Sometimes, like this, they came Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yeah Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yeah Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time to fly, yeah Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time to fly, yeah Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time to fly Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time to fly Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time for freedom, baby Freedom, freedom 11. Medicine Train Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Shotgun
Standin' on a stage, the boy started shakin' Lip curled back, the place started quakin', yeah I ain't got long to go now baby I'm flyin' high Ridin' on a medicine train (Train) Never coming down again, no (The train) Ridin' on a medicine train (Train) I ain't never, never comin' down All fired up, a desolation angel A shootin' from a hip in the sonic temple, yeah I ain't got long to go now baby 'Cause I'm flyin' high Ridin' on a medicine train (Train) Yea, never coming down again, no (Train) Ridin' on a medicine train, yeah (Train) I ain't never coming down again, well (The train) Ridin' on a medicine train (Train) Never comin' down again (Train) Ridin' on a medicine train, train, train, train (Train) I ain't never, yeah Shotgun Ow oh yea yea Ah, don't you take me down the river, please Ah, don't you take me down the river, please, please, please Oh yea Ow Oh yea Standin' on a stage, a boy started shakin' Lip curled back, the place started quakin', yeah, yeah We ain't got long to go now baby Flyin' high To ride on a medicine train (Ridin' on a medicine train) Never comin' down again (Never comin' down again) (Train) Ridin' on a medicine train (Ridin' on a medicine train) I ain't never comin' down Never comin' down again Dear sweet Jesus Feelin' good now Feelin' good now Feelin' good now Ow, feelin' good That's rock n' roll for you That's rock n' roll Yeah now Rock n' roll C'mon, shake it boy Shake it now, ow Oh, gimme lot of that medicine Whoa oh, train, yeah 12. The River Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
I have traveled far
Unto this pagan hole Where nothing is real A place so pure and cold She runs deep and strong Twisting like a snake A thousand miles long A terror like a storm On the river, on the river Oh, raining jangled tears The shadows hold me near Burn down the dawn Now the furnace is gone, yeah Oh, deep inside my heart I can feel he is near me Cold sweat drips down Illusion and fear On the river, yeah On the river, yeah, yeah A gunshot, a river demon Baby burn down the citadel Hands of love hands of treason Oh, shift the doctor, ditch the bones On the river, on the river Turnaround, turnaround, yeah, turnaround Beating the dark side, yeah, yeah, yeah The dark side, yeah, yeah Turnaround dark side yeah turn around Give me the dark side, yeah, yeah I have traveled far Unto this pagan hole Where nothing is real A place so pure as gold Deep inside my heart I can feel he is near me Cold sweat drips down Illusion and fear On the river, on the river, on the river 13. Lay Down your Gun Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Drifting in on a dust cloud parched and dirty from the ride
He tied his horse to a fence post and strapped a gun to his side Across the square walked a lady Indian girl dressed in black As she walked by she smiled and said as she walked by she said Lay down your gun young boy lay down your gun young man Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die In her eye he saw a tear winter rose she gave to him On his cheek she placed a kiss and prayed to set him free Spotted the lady standing waiting there With outstretched hands to stop that bloody bloody affair Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die Young man Lay down your gun young boy if you don't you're going to die Going to die If you don't Lay down stay down Lay down lay down your gun young man Lay down stay down young boy Lay down your gun |