After leaving The Lemon Kittens she embarked on a solo career, recording and producing the albums Pop-Eyes (1982), Jesus Egg That Wept (1984) and Inky Bloaters (1987) on her own label, Awesome Records.
In 1988 she signed with Sire Records, which released Dark Adapted Eye which contained material from her first three albums as well as b-sides from the singles Big Hollow Man, Where The Flies Are and Yummer Yummer Man.
In 1990 she released her lone major-label studio album, Blast The Human Flower. Her last two album releases were in 1995 and consisted of a career retrospective double-album entitled Comatose-Non-Reaction and the Timber Tongue EP. Dax's career in the music business then went on indefinite hiatus, and was often referred to as a retirement.
From 1996 on, she has worked in interior design, and has appeared several times on the BBC interior design show Homefront.
According to her official MySpace page (maintained by long-time friend and former bandmate, Karl Blake), she has had several spoken word performances of her old material in the UK and on the continent, and there is some talk of new material being written. Her first three albums have been re-released on CD via her own label, Biter of Thorpe (with distribution through World Serpent).
King Crack
Danielle Dax Lyrics
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With head-of-fire,
And lips just made to lie.
And promises that you never keep,
'Cos your heart's made of ice.
Everything you do,
And everything you say,
Way down, where the angel cries.
You wanted wealth,
And you wanted fame,
But, oh, the price was too high.
You dally here,
And you squander there,
And time just passed you by.
Take another hit,
And push a little shit,
And skim another bucket of gold.
Way down, where the angel cries.
(La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la)
Everything you do,
And everything you say,
Is nothing but a season in hell.
Way down, where the angel cries.
Way down, where the angel cries.
The lyrics to Danielle Dax’s song King Crack tell the story of someone who appears to be charismatic and alluring to those around them. This person is described as having a “head-of-fire” and “lips just made to lie,” making them seem enchanting and full of passion, but ultimately untrustworthy. They make promises they never intend to keep because their heart is cold as ice. Everything they do and say is just a “season in hell” – a short and fleeting moment of excitement without any real substance or meaning.
The song talks about the price of wanting wealth and fame, and how it can come at too high a cost. The person described in the lyrics has wasted their time and opportunities, causing the years to “pass them by.” They turn to drugs and deception to achieve their goals, and seem to have no qualms about hurting others along the way. The repeated line “way down, where the angel cries” creates a sense of despair and hopelessness, suggesting that this person’s actions have consequences beyond just their own destruction.
Line by Line Meaning
You rally round,
You gather support,
With head-of-fire,
With passionate intensity,
And lips just made to lie.
And with the ability to deceive through words,
And promises that you never keep,
And with a tendency to break commitments,
'Cos your heart's made of ice.
Because you lack compassion or empathy,
Everything you do,
All of your actions,
And everything you say,
And all of your words,
Is nothing but a season in hell.
Have no real value or tangible benefit.
Way down, where the angel cries.
In a place of deep despair and sorrow.
You wanted wealth,
You desired monetary riches,
And you wanted fame,
And you desired notoriety,
But, oh, the price was too high.
But the cost of achieving those ambitions was too great.
You dally here,
You waste time and procrastinate,
And you squander there,
And you spend carelessly,
And time just passed you by.
And now you find yourself with little to show for it.
Take another hit,
Consume another substance to numb your pain,
And push a little shit,
And deceive or manipulate others,
And skim another bucket of gold.
And accumulate more wealth through questionable means.
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
Instrumental interlude
Everything you do,
All of your actions,
And everything you say,
And all of your words,
Is nothing but a season in hell.
Have no real value or tangible benefit.
Way down, where the angel cries.
In a place of deep despair and sorrow.
Way down, where the angel cries.
In a place of deep despair and sorrow.
Contributed by Adeline N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.