sistervanian

I usually don't ever post lyrics but because this tune is so perfect in so many ways, and I woke up to its beautiful scratchy guitar in my head. And it holds an immence ammount of history and meaning for so many people that are in my life that actually deserve caring about:

So....um... Go Bauhaus!

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead
Poor Bela, Bela's Undead
Poor Bela...

It's almost like a prayer, and I recited it to him when I vistited Bela's grave in Los Angles. My heart belongs to the Damned, but Bauhaus will always be there too on a very high pedestal. Forever and Ever, Amen
SisterVanian