"Demon Lover"

Now listen to me because
I won't waste another breath on this,
I've been waking up in strange places
With no memories in my head

She claimed she is an abductee
he told her she's delusional,
Just a rebel, not revoltionary
Too hip for close encounters

You say this is war
This Love ain't no more
You set off a bomb
Where do you think you're going
A step behind I'm following
I know what you're gonna do

No human pilot walks away
from the wreckage you have caused,
scar tissue on my heart
flash traffic in my head

Molecule by molecule
I am capturing your image
In a voluptuous hologram
Of perilous wisdom

The evidence of things unknown
Like arrested souls
Orbiting over fields of mauve
And violent fates in a sewer of wanting

Trouble in the world
The odours, the sexual ecstasy
The bullets tearing though my heart
Newsworthy, interesting, exciting, arresting

Sex and death 
Violent traces of the hidden agenda
An impossilbe experience?

No!

We are all capable of evil
Some of us are proud of it
Our nightmares are gorgeous 
And closer to the bone
Closer to the bone

Oh yeah,
Demon Lover, Milk of Paradise
Red as blood, sweeter than life
Red as blood, sweeter than life

Stranger Stranger
Demon Lover
Rage inside my Paradise
Darkness draws me closer
Deep inside your wishing well,

Draw me closer, pull me higher
Ashes and sparks, exiled from the city
Fugitives a step behind
I know what you're gonna do

You say this is war
This Love ain't no more
You set off a bomb
Where do you think you're going
A step behind I'm following
I know what you're gonna do

Demon Lover

Early 90's , Matt and Peter were drawn together with the inevitability of a binary star system settling into orbit around each other in the final years of the 20th Century. Their music and songwriting partnership was the product of time spent composing music, writing lyrics, performing and mining the rich seam of popular music, from punk and dance to love ballads and hard rock that have shaped the musical mindscape in recent years. From the loud and the slow, to the underground and the pop, they were ready to bond words to music, tune to lyric, to create songs that had their own distinctive style – Thunk and Disorderly. Ripping musical conventions apart, they melded tunes and words into songs that stripped human experience to its bare essential and laid the roots of happiness and pain plain for all to see. This wasn’t a heroic project; it was a labour of love, of form, of rhythm and rhyme, stipped naked of pretence, open to all with ears to hear and eyes to see. Music, friendship, kinship of spirit, personalities that meshed and clashed and rejoined in a new pattern, these two guys twisted the notes, wrung the words, warped the conventions and found themselves the parents of a squalling child called Thunk and Disorderly. Join them on a trip down the lane of your experiences with the soundtrack of their work walking alongside you.