Undead Wedding

The undead are dancing,
as they become betrothed.
The dark wave is pounding,
as the Machine foretold.

Swaying in and devout,
to a strange kind of Hate.
Say I do with a shout,
be my dancing mate.

The chapel will be a hot-funk,
with Mz. Samantha and Xander,
spinning Goth mixed with Steampunk,
for your Pretty audio slander.

The reception hall gets on your whirl,
with Dark Electro and New Wave.
The room steams hot with a Melting Girl,
and Tomas Diablo dj’s to your grave.


Let Me Never Down

Everything’s taking a back pass tonight
With bright shining friend Promises
my best friend lets me down alright
We’re flying high as best houses

I never hope my want to remember
taking my best friend down again
Taking me where the world He knows
I Never want to come With me again

We’re Never watching me ride As I hope
I long to be taking us down a Ride
I want the stars taking down by me again
I’m Never a safe On the ground ride

He never lets put me down the hope
where he’s wearing they’re trousers
I’m as He never lets me See
who’s let me down
I’m With my feet
I’m he


Andrew John Fletcher
David Gahan
Martin Lee Gore

Never Let Me Down Again
Lead singer: Dave Gahan
Songwriter: Martin L. Gore
Publishing info: ©1987 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd/EMI Music Publishing Ltd. All rights reserved. Lyrics electronically reprinted without permission.
Appears on: “Music For The Masses” album
“The Singles 86>98” album

I’m taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
He knows where he’s taking me
Taking me where I want to be
I’m taking a ride
With my best friend

We’re flying high
We’re watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground

I’m taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
Promises me I’m safe as houses
As long as I remember who’s wearing the trousers
I hope he never lets me down again

Never let me down

See the stars, they’re shining bright
Everything’s alright tonight

Martin Lee Gore

I’ve received two lessons,
from Martin Lee Gore.
The skill of rhyme,
and art of metaphor.

If it wasn’t for you,
my soul would be silent.
You’ve led me through a life-long dance,
with no need to ever be violent.

There is nothing in my power,
worthy of offering you in thanks.
But dance with you forever,
from afar in your ranks..