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Dark Entries
Bauhaus Lyrics


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Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheathes and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed

I will scream in vain
"Oh, please Miss Lane
Leave me with some pain "

Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping, seething
Pressure lines, among confidant heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what? What was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head (dark entries)
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
My shielded pride

Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride, they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries, dark entries)
Gyrating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries, dark entries)
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries, dark entries)
Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries, dark entries)
He sleekly offers his services (dark entries, dark entries)
Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries, dark entries)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries, dark entries)
Of lonely office clerks (dark entries, dark entries)
Any lay suffices his eye (dark entries, dark entries)

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
My shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Dark Entries" by Bauhaus are dark and evocative, painting a picture of a seedy underworld in which the narrator is a reluctant participant. The first verse describes the narrator's addiction to drugs, which he takes as a means of escaping his troubles and pain. He is in a miserable state, living in a hovel of a bed and yearning for someone to leave him with some pain.


In the second verse, the narrator wanders through the city's neon lights, feeling a sense of alienation and fear. He is trying to find his place in the world and make sense of his own identity. He eventually finds himself in a room with someone else and they have sex, but it is not a loving experience. Instead, it is degrading and humiliating, as the narrator's shielded pride is taken down and his darker side is exposed.


Line by Line Meaning

Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheathes and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed
Describing the process of addiction, where the person is seeking to quell their emotional or physical pain through drugs or other harmful activities, ultimately leading to a miserable existence.


I will scream in vain "Oh, please Miss Lane Leave me with some pain "
Expressing the futility of asking someone to hurt us in order to help alleviate our inner turmoil. Sometimes we just need to go through the struggle and pain to come out stronger.


Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping, seething Pressure lines, among confidant heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what? What was right
Describing the feeling of being lost and directionless in a world of wealth and excess, not knowing what is truly valuable or right to pursue.


I came upon your room it stuck into my head (dark entries) We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down My shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side
Describing a toxic and dysfunctional relationship where one person takes pleasure in breaking down the other's walls and exposing their vulnerable side. This leads to a feeling of discomfort and shame as their true nature is revealed.


Puckering up and down those avenues of sin Too cheap to ride, they're worth a try If only for the old times, cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love
Describing the idea of giving into temptation and indulging in sinful activities for the sake of nostalgia or desperation. This is ultimately a futile pursuit and doesn't bring true happiness.


He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries, dark entries) Gyrating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries, dark entries) Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries, dark entries) Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries, dark entries) He sleekly offers his services (dark entries, dark entries) Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries, dark entries) Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries, dark entries) Of lonely office clerks (dark entries, dark entries) Any lay suffices his eye (dark entries, dark entries)
Describing a manipulative and exploitative individual who preys on vulnerable people for their own gain, offering false promises and using their own physical appearance as a lure.


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This chorus serves as a recurring reminder of the darker, more sinister aspects of oneself, and the danger present in ignoring or suppressing them.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Ash, David Jay, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy

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Lyrics

Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh please, miss Lane
Leave me with some pain

Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping seathing
Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...)
Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...)
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...)
Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...)
He offers his services (dark entries...)
Exploitation of his finer years work (dark entries...)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...)
Of office clerks (dark entries...)
Any lay suffices his eye (dark entries...)

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
all my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

Dark entries
Dark entries
Dark entries
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Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh please miss Lane
Leave me with some pain
Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping seathing
Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what? What was right
I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues
Girating through some lonesome devils row
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey
Of walking money checks possessing holes
He often sleekly offers his services
Exploitation of his finer years
Work with loosely woven fabrics
Of lonely office clerks
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye



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Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh please miss Lane
Leave me with some pain
Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping seathing
Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what? What was right
I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
He's soliciting…



Diche Bach

>>Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed

I will scream in vain
Oh please miss Lane
Leave me with some pain
Went walking through this city's neon lights

In fear of disguising my warping seathing
Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what? What was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride

Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times cold times

Don't go waving your pretentious love
He's soliciting…
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Reminds me of my youth . . .



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Grev A

Back in the late 80’s I was listening to this on headphones in my darkened bedroom lying on the floor in black clothes with my arms crossed like a corpse when my dad walked in on me. The miserable old bugger wasn’t impressed!

KallmeKILO

Maybe not then, but it depends on how you turned out now

Anonymous User

@AK Brechin holy shit it does work, that's awesome!

AK Brechin

Did you mean for this to read like alternative lyrics to the song? Try it, it almost works!

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AsocialFairy

Bauhaus isn't a goth band. They are THE goth band

Leon Caspari

Im more of a type o negative fan my self but this band is good too

George from Greece

With Virgin Pprunes

john Harris

Word

blue eyed bathams

@John Ran I never saw them as goth. More indie/post punk

At Zero

@John Ran as a kid They called Us Death Rockers.. older Punks.. goth was London after Midnight and Human Drama...boring shit.. Southern Death Cult etc.. goth boys had skirts and makeup.. black pants and Jean jackets with patches.. Creepers and Docs , Monkey Boots etc not the Witch Buckle boots Goths had.. Cheers from Orange County California

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