Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Interior Lulu, artist - Marillion.
Date of issue: 17.10.1999
Song language: English
Interior Lulu |
As you lie there on your bed |
Beneath the face of louise brooks |
With your makeup and your teddy bear |
And your C. S. Lewis books |
Bad seed |
You’re a bad seed |
You’re a decadent in chrysalis |
Waiting sleepily to emerge |
When you’ll visit every seedy need |
Of your random obsessive urge |
All the ruses that you use |
All the food that you refuse |
All the dust and tired air that feeds interior lulus |
All the poisoned attitudes |
And the lust for the unknown |
And the second best that devils use |
To make this world their own |
Interior lulu |
Interior lulu |
Every rainy day by e-mail |
As you lie there on your bed |
Another virtual page arrives |
There will be times when you remember me |
Of the chapters you’ll be writing |
As the voices echo in your head |
In the book called wasted lives |
As you read Henry and Anaïs |
All the lost weekends and booze |
All the finger-and-thumb screws |
All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise interior lulus |
Interior lulu |
Interior lulu |
Use the anger |
Paint a picture of it |
Throw the colours |
Use the pain, use the pain |
Scream back a brand new emotion |
As it runs across the skin |
Fire across paper |
Burn and curl, burn and curl |
You thought you couldn’t feel like this |
But it’s happening again and you’re waking up in pain |
Tattooed in that private place |
Microsoft and tears |
Intimately pierced |
Discovering and remembering |
You felt like this somewhere before |
Stirrin' up the bed of the river |
Somewhere you don’t like to go |
You wrote this down so many times |
But you get up anyway and you write it down again |
You’ve bored us all to death with this |
Well who you gonna tell |
When you’ve nothing left to sell |
She says she’s lonely |
She says she knows me |
But she’s a one-way street |
She told me what I already know |
«if you can carry it out you can take it away |
If you can carry it out you can take it away |
If you can buy it, it can be bought |
If you can buy it, it can be stolen |
If you can break it |
It’s already broken» |
Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking |
So many empty conversations |
What a waste of lips |
Lately I can stand to stand on primrose hill |
Look down upon the city |
A heart pumping the roads |
In our racing stripes |
We rejoice at being «connected» |
Without touching |
Thank God for the internet |
We stare at our screens |
All our lives |
What a waste of eyes |
'till the electrical storm blows our fuses |
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain |
All the trust and tired care |
Left to rust and go nowhere |
All this gold beneath my skin |
Sparklin' like sin somewhere within |
In so deep |
In so deep that |
I can’t sleep for these interior lu lu lu lu lus |