1. REMEMBER ME THIS WAY (FULL LENGTH VERSION)

What's past is past. It has its value and I'm content I played a part. The Scent of you remains and there will always be a corner of my heart that's yours? It's only yours. Believe me! Believe me! But you wouldn't want to see me now - I have changed beyond all recognition, but, with your permission, may I ask you to keep this photograph and remember me this way.



2. BEAUTIFUL MACHINE

Our beautiful machine cuts corners, breaks the mold. It knows no borders, knows its place. It follows orders to the bottom line. Ecological, no CFC's, no waste - there's no pollution. You could eat it from the floor. It gives solutions, never lies. It fills the room with pornographic, ultraviolet, looming aphrodisiac. We live for pleasure - on our backs, go back into the room... Our beautiful machine beats nature, cleans her up, knows how to tame her. Finally we have a saviour, proudly smelling good. Evening's just a step away... Evening's just a snip away...



3. ANASTASIA

Limping Anastasia waits patient in the yard. For just one hint of recognition, two strong arms. And a ticket to America where everything is better. She can hide behide a curtain, write letters. Perhaps a handsome senator will take her by the glove, he'll face the people helpless - they will fall in love. Oh, they'll shower her with sympathy, they'll give her all their money. She will fly back home again with a private army. The bombs will decimate those towers, I'll be on my knees. I'll plead for her exquisite mercy, I'll lick her high heels clean. And I will sell my Judas friends for ten years in a hole. I will sell my family, I shall sell my soul. But remember her dark intentions: I'll just roll her chain. I'll slip a penny for the tram fare, I'll tell the driver, "Don't stop 'til Spain."



4. DAY ZERO

The king will see no visitors this evening. He's resting in his bath. And he's restless for the screening of his favorite soap - this episode is crucial. The king just needs to cry. Far away, the peasants are revolting, the generals have been choked with knotted flags. I hear they're hanging from the balustrades. From mile-high-rises, microwaves are dropped. Drive-bys, dodge them all, to swarm into the hungry mob, to desecrate them, defecate them, no one's leading on. They keep pitching forwards, this way, that way, anyway. And I heard the airport's overflowing, and the borders have been closed. We are censoring this message, though we're sure that no one knows: No one cares! The king is looking rather disappointed. He's staring at the screen, and he's swearing, 'cos he's seen someone died. The funeral is live.



5. DAMIEN

Seven seas he sailed on with cannons blazing in the night. He had shiny medals for his eyes in kryptonite (with lasers!) . With every nail he hammered came the rush of flying hands. They pasted flyers and planted flags and we watched him hover higher? higher. Cruifix and lyrics. Holy holy sensurround? Lord, he never touched the ground. From state to state he wandered. He could have been the boy next door. You could feel the patriotic roar come pouring through the cracks of our existence. He took the fear away with whitewash and scorched earth. Majorettes and cool disciples, cigarettes and red hot bibles. And the buses ran on time. Slaves of Kali Hari-karied on bayonets in poison ivy. We raised the torch of freedom. Can you see? Can you see? This is for all the girls he never had and all the boys who stood and laughed and all the dopes and all the dealers, the peelers, sheilas, feelers, squealers, come? watch me fall, watch me drown? I'm kneeling in your mirror. See me cower in the corner of your room. Watch me desecrate the contents of your tomb.