I want to fire a gun - show me
I want to be unseen - show me
A deep disguise
A deep disguise
Five years of nothing good
Still screaming
Shout this secrets out
Deep, distant and pure
Deep, distant and pure
Kill rhythm
Deep feelings, I'm keeping, still dreaming
Now, my secrets out
Deep, distant and pure
I want to walk on air - show me
It's gonna feel so rare - show me
Don't want to look suspicious or undone
But I really think this rhythm is the only one
Five years of nothing good
And still screaming
Shout, get this secret out
Deep, distant and pure
Deep feelings, I'm keeping, cold comfort,
Shout - this secrets out
Deep, distant and pure
Deep, distant and pure
I want to fire the gun - show me
I want to be unseen - show me
A deep disguise
To kill this guy
Finalize the rhythm
The rhythm
Deep feelings I'm seeking, kill rhythm
Shout this secrets out
Deep, distant and pure
Deep, distant and pure
Catherine Wheel - Chrome Album Lyrics
Catherine Wheel - Chrome Lyrics
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
I Confess
Oh my blue-eyed boy
Built something to destroy
Is it getting high?
High
Oh you cheeky face
Shirt open to the waist
Now it's really getting cold
One more paranoia,
I don't want another
Oh yes I confess,
I don't want another
Yes you handsome man
Wicked boy, you sycophant
Are you ready to feel?
Deep stress, nothing new
Anxiety to use
Coming through the door
One more paranoia,
I don't want another
Oh yes I confess,
I don't want another
Ah
Ah
Taken many drugs, popped so many pills
Gasp at my adventures, marvel at my thrills
One more paranoia, I don't want another
Oh yes I confess, I don't want another
One more poison thought, don't want another
Yes, yes I confess, I don't want another
Built something to destroy
Is it getting high?
High
Oh you cheeky face
Shirt open to the waist
Now it's really getting cold
One more paranoia,
I don't want another
Oh yes I confess,
I don't want another
Yes you handsome man
Wicked boy, you sycophant
Are you ready to feel?
Deep stress, nothing new
Anxiety to use
Coming through the door
One more paranoia,
I don't want another
Oh yes I confess,
I don't want another
Ah
Ah
Taken many drugs, popped so many pills
Gasp at my adventures, marvel at my thrills
One more paranoia, I don't want another
Oh yes I confess, I don't want another
One more poison thought, don't want another
Yes, yes I confess, I don't want another
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Crank
Love my superstitious games
Running circles round my brain when I'm left smiling
I love to steal this living steam
My head in someone's dream
I'm tired of sleeping
Call me crank, my idea
Crank, so super
Crank, my conscience clear
I build my canopy of steel
It fulfills my sense of real
A chrome protection
Call me crank, my idea
Crank, so super
Crank, my conscience clear
It's clear
In this small partition, like a prison
Explode time bomb
If you know where I come from
You call me crank, my idea
Crank, so super
Crank, my conscience clear
Please call me crank, it's what I need
Crank, my mind in seed
Crank, my dream complete
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Running circles round my brain when I'm left smiling
I love to steal this living steam
My head in someone's dream
I'm tired of sleeping
Call me crank, my idea
Crank, so super
Crank, my conscience clear
I build my canopy of steel
It fulfills my sense of real
A chrome protection
Call me crank, my idea
Crank, so super
Crank, my conscience clear
It's clear
In this small partition, like a prison
Explode time bomb
If you know where I come from
You call me crank, my idea
Crank, so super
Crank, my conscience clear
Please call me crank, it's what I need
Crank, my mind in seed
Crank, my dream complete
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Broken Head
Step inside my head
See how much I see
Feel how much I feel
Just this once I will
Show you something good
A planet with no roof
The leading edge of truth
It's waiting up there
Broken head spilling air what an atmosphere
I really feel such a thrill
Broken mind come alive, imagination shines
I really feel such a thrill ooh ooh
A post euphoric grin
An astronaut I've been
Astronomic feelings
A face like luna, ah
Broken head spilling air what an atmosphere
I really feel such a thrill
Broken mind come alive my invention shines
I really feel such a thrill ooh ooh
Come into the big sleep
Donnez moi la grande surprise
Keep keep the vision clear
Come close and bring it near, it's the mother, the mother
Broken head spilling air what an atmosphere
I really feel such a thrill
Broken mind come alive my invention shines
I really feel such a thrill ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Aah aah
See how much I see
Feel how much I feel
Just this once I will
Show you something good
A planet with no roof
The leading edge of truth
It's waiting up there
Broken head spilling air what an atmosphere
I really feel such a thrill
Broken mind come alive, imagination shines
I really feel such a thrill ooh ooh
A post euphoric grin
An astronaut I've been
Astronomic feelings
A face like luna, ah
Broken head spilling air what an atmosphere
I really feel such a thrill
Broken mind come alive my invention shines
I really feel such a thrill ooh ooh
Come into the big sleep
Donnez moi la grande surprise
Keep keep the vision clear
Come close and bring it near, it's the mother, the mother
Broken head spilling air what an atmosphere
I really feel such a thrill
Broken mind come alive my invention shines
I really feel such a thrill ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Aah aah
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Pain
Before the summer fell I already knew
She said I was more than dead
I already knew
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, I just can't take this anymore
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, a knife behind the eyes, a vicious size
Again
I miss my best friend, a growing fear
A lot to sacrifice
Or draw to an end
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, I just can't take this anymore
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, a knife behind the eyes, a vicious size
Again, again, again, again, again, again
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, I just can't take this anymore
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, a knife behind the eyes
A vicious, vicious, vicious pain
Pain, here it comes
Pain, here it comes
Pain, here it comes
She said I was more than dead
I already knew
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, I just can't take this anymore
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, a knife behind the eyes, a vicious size
Again
I miss my best friend, a growing fear
A lot to sacrifice
Or draw to an end
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, I just can't take this anymore
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, a knife behind the eyes, a vicious size
Again, again, again, again, again, again
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, I just can't take this anymore
Pain, here it comes again
Pain, a knife behind the eyes
A vicious, vicious, vicious pain
Pain, here it comes
Pain, here it comes
Pain, here it comes
Writer: DONALD ELLIS, JOHNSON ELLIS DONALD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Strange Fruit
I've been inside this fruit when juices flow
But the taste is just a memory you hold
There is no real decay
No feeling of the skin
No juice
Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit
It never lets that sun out
Strange fruit
This is sweet the soul the flesh I wish
It's the liquid that I miss
There is no real decay
The flesh is barely bruised
It's no use
Strange fruit, strange fruit
Sonic juice inside my head
This fever is so concentrated
Oh no what a shame
Climb the tree and shake this passion down
But this fruit won't even kiss the ground
There is no real decay
The flesh is barely grazed
There's no way
Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit
But the taste is just a memory you hold
There is no real decay
No feeling of the skin
No juice
Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit
It never lets that sun out
Strange fruit
This is sweet the soul the flesh I wish
It's the liquid that I miss
There is no real decay
The flesh is barely bruised
It's no use
Strange fruit, strange fruit
Sonic juice inside my head
This fever is so concentrated
Oh no what a shame
Climb the tree and shake this passion down
But this fruit won't even kiss the ground
There is no real decay
The flesh is barely grazed
There's no way
Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Chrome
Can't you accept this flower hasn't grown?
Kick away the petals and come home
This is all she said
But there's something in me cold within me
A beast inside me, bold inside me
I find myself in chains
I find myself in chains
But if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Fix myself I will, I hope it's this time
And if I could only see the subtle things you see
I'd think myself so brave in victory
Step inside everything, everything's all clear
Maybe I could find some inspiration here
Because it's time to fix this thing
It's time to fix this thing
But if I had some time
I hope it's this time
Escape to somewhere beautiful
Then maybe I could really see the subtle things you see
I'd consider it such rare and privileged company
No, no, no, no
But never again, never again, never again
I'm just too close to winning
And I find myself in chains
And it's time to fix this thing
'Cause if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Escape to something beautiful
'Cause underneath the steel and rust and oil and shit
There's chrome just shining chrome
A mirror finish of my own
Alive inside this chrome, home, home, home
Kick away the petals and come home
This is all she said
But there's something in me cold within me
A beast inside me, bold inside me
I find myself in chains
I find myself in chains
But if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Fix myself I will, I hope it's this time
And if I could only see the subtle things you see
I'd think myself so brave in victory
Step inside everything, everything's all clear
Maybe I could find some inspiration here
Because it's time to fix this thing
It's time to fix this thing
But if I had some time
I hope it's this time
Escape to somewhere beautiful
Then maybe I could really see the subtle things you see
I'd consider it such rare and privileged company
No, no, no, no
But never again, never again, never again
I'm just too close to winning
And I find myself in chains
And it's time to fix this thing
'Cause if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Escape to something beautiful
'Cause underneath the steel and rust and oil and shit
There's chrome just shining chrome
A mirror finish of my own
Alive inside this chrome, home, home, home
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
The Nude
You're making me doubt myself
This feeling I know so well
Visions of naked greed
Are visions I just don't need
Far deep, phantom seeking, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Far from living, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
The texture of moistened skin
All over this skin I've been
Skin that's been angel stretched
No muscle or excess flesh
Far deep, phantom seeking, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Far from living, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
You're making me doubt myself
This feeling I know so well
Feeling of naked lust
This feeling I love so much
Far deep, phantom seeking oh you are
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Phantom breathing oh you are
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Upon the wall, the life is drawn
The love is lost, the truth will fall
The sinking ship, the sinking soul
The final fear
The picture on the wall
This feeling I know so well
Visions of naked greed
Are visions I just don't need
Far deep, phantom seeking, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Far from living, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
The texture of moistened skin
All over this skin I've been
Skin that's been angel stretched
No muscle or excess flesh
Far deep, phantom seeking, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Far from living, I can see
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
You're making me doubt myself
This feeling I know so well
Feeling of naked lust
This feeling I love so much
Far deep, phantom seeking oh you are
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Phantom breathing oh you are
The nude that broke my heart
The nude that broke my heart
Upon the wall, the life is drawn
The love is lost, the truth will fall
The sinking ship, the sinking soul
The final fear
The picture on the wall
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Ursa Major Space Station
There's no doubt
Of the future in my head
It's all worked out
I'd hate it to go left unsaid
I'd follow you through time
'Til it's not worth living
And if somewhere there's a sign
That I just don't know
Then I just won't show you
I'll make it easy
All the time
Shake it out
There's no doubt
Of the purpose in my mind
It's all worked out
I'll make it easier to find
I'd follow you through time
'Til it's not worth living
And if somewhere there's a sign
That I just don't know
Then I just won't show you
I'll make it easy
All the time
Shake it out
It's no crime
From the middle
From the sides
Shake it out
Shake it out
Ahs
Ahs
Let's take a rocket ship to Mars
And anchor off the satellite for lonely hearts
Such a special place
In outer space
Of the future in my head
It's all worked out
I'd hate it to go left unsaid
I'd follow you through time
'Til it's not worth living
And if somewhere there's a sign
That I just don't know
Then I just won't show you
I'll make it easy
All the time
Shake it out
There's no doubt
Of the purpose in my mind
It's all worked out
I'll make it easier to find
I'd follow you through time
'Til it's not worth living
And if somewhere there's a sign
That I just don't know
Then I just won't show you
I'll make it easy
All the time
Shake it out
It's no crime
From the middle
From the sides
Shake it out
Shake it out
Ahs
Ahs
Let's take a rocket ship to Mars
And anchor off the satellite for lonely hearts
Such a special place
In outer space
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Fripp
There's a shark shaped fin
In the water of my dreams
An alligator screams from the depths there
I'd swim with you there
I'd swim with you there, yeah yeah
In the house that I use
There's a psycho on the loose
He's playing with the fuse of a bomb there
I could live with you there
I could live with you there
Bye bye long day
I need to sleep so much
You shine on me
Too much is not enough
On the sheets and pillow case
In my bed for heaven's sake
The devil's dancing until late in my head there
But I could sleep with you there
I could sleep with you there
Always
Always
Bye bye long day I need to sleep so much
Nineteen hours straight
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Undivide your love
Undivide your love
In the water of my dreams
An alligator screams from the depths there
I'd swim with you there
I'd swim with you there, yeah yeah
In the house that I use
There's a psycho on the loose
He's playing with the fuse of a bomb there
I could live with you there
I could live with you there
Bye bye long day
I need to sleep so much
You shine on me
Too much is not enough
On the sheets and pillow case
In my bed for heaven's sake
The devil's dancing until late in my head there
But I could sleep with you there
I could sleep with you there
Always
Always
Bye bye long day I need to sleep so much
Nineteen hours straight
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Undivide your love
Undivide your love
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Half Life
Oh high it's hurting
So wide the line is drawn
I've gotta learn to stop myself from falling
Down so low
So don't die it's over
I've got a life, I've got a place to grow
I've gotta learn to stop myself from falling
Down so low
There's still time to grow
You know you know
It's so hard to think clearly
Clear
So clear
I've gotta learn to stop myself from falling
Down so low
There's no time to build
It's no horror film
It's so hard to think clearly
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah, ooh
There's still time to grow
You know, you know
It's so hard to think clearly
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
So wide the line is drawn
I've gotta learn to stop myself from falling
Down so low
So don't die it's over
I've got a life, I've got a place to grow
I've gotta learn to stop myself from falling
Down so low
There's still time to grow
You know you know
It's so hard to think clearly
Clear
So clear
I've gotta learn to stop myself from falling
Down so low
There's no time to build
It's no horror film
It's so hard to think clearly
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah, ooh
There's still time to grow
You know, you know
It's so hard to think clearly
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Show Me Mary
Mary sticks her tongue out, it's a sign
Two fingers is a magical state
And she promised me she'd show me why
I don't think I can wait
Hey, hey, hey, hey, show me Mary
How does it go? Show me Mary
Show me Mary
This flower is a living cusp, but how it kills
Infectious beyond all that's fair
And if I succumbed while standing here
Would you really care?
How does it work?
Show me Mary
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me Mary
Show me Mary
Mary took a dive when it suited her most
No surprise you are sucked
You construct for yourself
Or are you really someone else?
Breezing through somebody's hell
Purifying as you go
No, no, no, no, show me Mary
Where have you been? Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Two fingers is a magical state
And she promised me she'd show me why
I don't think I can wait
Hey, hey, hey, hey, show me Mary
How does it go? Show me Mary
Show me Mary
This flower is a living cusp, but how it kills
Infectious beyond all that's fair
And if I succumbed while standing here
Would you really care?
How does it work?
Show me Mary
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me Mary
Show me Mary
Mary took a dive when it suited her most
No surprise you are sucked
You construct for yourself
Or are you really someone else?
Breezing through somebody's hell
Purifying as you go
No, no, no, no, show me Mary
Where have you been? Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Show me Mary
Writer: BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Chrome is the second studio album by English alternative rock band Catherine Wheel, released on 20 July 1993 by Fontana Records in the United Kingdom and Mercury Records in the United States. It was produced by Gil Norton, who would later go on to produce Catherine Wheel's next album, Happy Days. The lead single, "Crank", reached No. 5 on Billboard's Modern Rock Tracks chart.
While not all that successful commercially, Chrome has been well received by critics and fans alike.
Performed By:
Catherine WheelWhile not all that successful commercially, Chrome has been well received by critics and fans alike.
Genre(s): Shoegaze, alternative rock
Producer(s): Gil Norton
Length: 53:46
Released: July 20th, 1993
Year: 1993