The club opened in July 1982. Originally specialising in new wave and glam rock, it later focused on gothic rock. Ollie Wisdom, the lead singer in the house band, Specimen, ran the club with the assistance of production manager Hugh Jones. Famous regulars at the Batcave included legends such as Robert Smith, Siouxsie Sioux, Steve Severin, Foetus, Marc Almond, Vinny Jones, and Nick Cave.
A diverse array of bands would play at the club, backed up by their resident DJs Hamish McDonald and Annie Hogan (Marc Almond band member). The bands involved electronic leading act Alien Sex Fiend, led by Alice Cooper-influenced vocalist Nik Fiend. The host's band Specimen, who took ample influence from 1970s glam rock and Sex Gang Children, is a group that would go on to prove influential in the gothic rock, dark cabaret and deathrock movements. The club also showed black and white movies in the old theatre and occasionally featured unusual cabaret. Much of the image and fashion used by the subculture can be traced back to the bands who played at the Batcave.
In recent times, newer bands from the deathrock subgenre of Goth have begun to once more describe their music as "Batcave". It must be noted that these bands are generally from non-English speaking countries, though the original bands who played at the club have had their style dubbed as "Batcave". Because of this, in some sense the term is accurate.
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Bauhaus Lyrics
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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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The lyrics to "Dark Entries" by Bauhaus are dark and evocative, painting a picture of a seedy underworld in which the singer is a reluctant participant. The first verse describes the singer'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 singer 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 singer'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 Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Ash, David Jay, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MrSirDrew
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
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@dn9597
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
@greva2904
Back in the late 80βs 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 wasnβt impressed!
@IncredulousMisanthrope
Lol I remember doing exactly the same when I was 13 or something, somewhere around 3am. My mom walked in on me and she wasn't really impressed either. I'm 16 now and I haven't changed a bit lol.
@Trotskyxx
It could have been worse - you could have been having a knuckle shuffle at the same time.
@thiscorrosion900
choking the alligator....@@Trotskyxx
@thiscorrosion900
you young cheap little punks....think you're clever with your gothik rawk.....why doesn't anybody play Cliff Richard anymore? Now that was real music!!
@maddogwalt
@@thiscorrosion900 right on we should get cliff and nail the bastard to the rugged cross
@d.n.3652
This song makes me wanna wake up at 7am and be a productive member of society
@d.n.3652
@TTFPouyii in my 20s lol
@dj-um7el
@@d.n.3652 Agreed!
@thegreatgiginthesky8822
It makes me wanna wake up at 7am, yell and roll off the streets and scare the productive members of society off