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Rating: This was the only review missing among the Bauhaus album reviews, so even though it's not my favorite, to keep you happy, I am about to analyze the album "The Sky's Gone Out". Certainly, it won't go down in history as one of the best, but in my opinion, it still deserves to be appreciated, not so much for originality, but for the writing of the lyrics which, in my humble opinion, is better than previous works (not an easy feat).
The first track is the cover of "Third Uncle" (Brian Eno). A beautiful and dynamic song that maybe suffers from excessive monotony. Next is "In The Night". From the title, one might expect something fairly ethereal like "Hollow Hills", but instead, it's pure punk that increases in tempo towards the end, almost turning into British pogo punk. Then there is "Silent Hedges", which in my opinion (and here I will incur the wrath of Robert Smith fans) is the neo-romantic song that The Cure never managed to make. Now that you hate me for this rash judgement, you will read my words with a more critical and demolishing eye. The following "Swing The Heartache" is terrifying, heart-stopping, with a riff that seems like that of "Nerves" but acidified to the nth degree. Another famous track "Spirit", which differs from the others and has a decisively less goth sound, but is still pleasant. Next is the famous triptych of shadows (The Three Shadows Pt. I, II, III) with the second one standing out, poignant and melancholic (the Fahrenheit 451 version is also beautiful). "Exquisite Corpse" almost sounds like a much more depressed and drugged Pink Floyd. And then there's her... "All We Ever Wanted". Without a doubt, "Bela Lugosi's Dead" will remain the best, but the lyrics of this song are truly stunning (all we ever wanted was everything/all we ever got was cold/get up, eat jelly, sandwich bars and barbed wire/squash every week into a day). I think any adjective would be reductive, and that everyone has a special relationship with this track, which I recommend even to those who do not like goth rock, given its melancholic universality (what the hell did I just say?).
Worth noting is the cover of "Ziggy Stardust" (Bowie, of course), one of Bauhaus' most successful.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Third Uncle (05:18)
(brian eno)
There were tims
There was pork
There are legs
There are skarks
There was John
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are Turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
They're in you
Then there was you
Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you
It looks tight on you
02 Silent Hedges (03:12)
Following the silent hedges
needing some other kind of madness
looking into purple eyes
sadness at the corners
works of art with a minimum of steels
pure sensations
a beautiful downgrade
going to hell again
going to hell again
So confidence speaks from a thousand fools
thoughts of civilizations
burning the brillant paradise soaked dreams
mindlessly hails to the electric cloak
what happens when the intoxication of success has evaportated?
following the silent hedges
following the silent hedges
going to hell again
pure sensation
the beautiful downgrade
going to hell again
going to hell again
again (x5)
03 In the Night (03:06)
In the night, in the chair
He sits there, he sits tight
No more cans, no more crime
See the place, see the time
You never know
He walks light, don't know how
Maybe now, in the night
Oh, I know, yes I know
There's no chat
He's for show
You never know
Sees the place and tries to get the time
He's slowly slipping into the slime
Can't inject into his veins
Blood and guff ooze out and stain
Cares not that he really bleeds
Death not hell is what he needs
Sees the place, checks the time
Some other place, some other time
You never know
Slipping up and down his writhing side
His eyes begin to ponder pride
Subjective pics of misled youth
Before him lies the dreadful truth
Undignifiled, Insignified
His wrist on to the razor slides
You never know
04 Swing the Heartache (05:54)
Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on whipcream lies
I feel that if I had been uglier
It would have been easier
There it sat, blinked and spat
In a black feather hat
And said "the rat"
Like a red bouquet slim swinger
It would have fit her better but no red letter
No red letter
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake
05 Spirit (05:29)
Tonight I could be with you
Or waiting in the Wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings
I wear a coat of drums
And dance upon your eyes
Turn the tables upside down
Change the lows to highs
Change the lows to highs
I fill you up with butterflies
Crown the heads of kings
Be glad of first night nerves
For fear gives courage wings
Fear gives courage wings
If I am on the sidelines
Chances are you'll miss
Wait alone and spotlit
For Doctor Theatre's kiss
The stage becomes a ship in flames
I tie you to the mast
Throw your body overboard
The spotlight doesn't last
The spotlight doesn't last
I could be with you
Or waiting in the wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings
I may tap you on the shoulder
And whisper "go" in red
Strip your feet of lead my friend
Strip your feet of lead
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
We love our audience (repeat)
09 All We Ever Wanted Was Everything (03:52)
All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day
The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness
Factorytown
Oh to be the cream
repeat
10 Exquisite Corpse (06:40)
1. Life is but a dream repeat
2. I make the air fall apart
Around me
Now as the petals are no more
A corroding, shrinking stalk remains
Bereft of his blooms
And the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions
Beset his appearance
Beset his appearance
No king could replenish his state
Now browning, sinking, dying
A thousand deaths x3
3. Terry sat up
And hugged the green army surplus bag
Around his skinny waist
It was cold
And the person beside him had faded badly
Legs apart his eyes lit up
THE SKY'S GONE OUT - THE SKY, THE SKY...
THE SKY'S GONE OUT
4. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
5. The sky's gone out!
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