Daily Archives: November 15, 2012

Radio XI, side A, track 8: “Peek-a-Boo” by Siouxsie & The Banshees

Oh, Siouxsie & The Banshees, I’d never heard anything like you before.  I didn’t know it at the time, but you were my first introduction to the “artistic girl”.  Where I grew up, Goth and punk and the like were pretty much nonexistent.  The guys and gals who listened to heavy metal and some of the even heavier metal were the only real rebels that I was aware of.  And I loved those guys and gals and envied them quite a bit.  They drank and smoked and I’m pretty sure they were having sex.  They knew all about cars and all in all they just didn’t give a shit.  They wore leather jackets and T-shirts that celebrated bands like Megadeth and Metallica.  They could talk for hours about the amazingness of Queensryche and the genius of “Silent Lucidity”.  They clearly lived a much more dramatic and exciting life than I did.  I hung out with those guys when I was older, but even then, it was clear that I didn’t have that special awesomeness that could break me out of whatever mold I was in.

But you, Siouxsie & The Banshees, you guys were something else again.  You weren’t the kind of girl with crazy tight jeans and huge hair and were adept at making out.  You wouldn’t be hanging out on Main Street apathetically watching the cars cruise up and down the one block that was the main drag.  No, you’d be hanging out in someone’s basement or some warehouse and there would be lots of candles and candle wax and there’d be leather, but a different kind of leather, and you’d know things about sex that I couldn’t even fathom (then or now).  I loved this song, Siouxsie & The Banshees.  It was dark and weird and sexy and I didn’t really even understand it.  And it had an accordion.  Somehow the idea of all this weird sexiness going on while someone was playing an accordion. . .that was a realm of eroticism that my young mind could not begin to comprehend.

“Peek-a-Boo”

Creeping up the back stairs
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bath chairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes
She has many guises
She’ll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue

(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)

Reeking like a pigsty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand
Chokes on dry tears, can ya understand?
She’s jeering at the shadows
Sneering behind a smile
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
Into the face of the beguiled

(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo) Golly jeepers
(Peek-a-boo) Where’d ya get those peepers?
(Peek-a-boo) Peepshow, creepshow
(Peek-a-boo) Where did ya get those eyes?

Strobe lights pump and flicker
Dry lips cry out for more
“Come bite on this rag doll, baby!”
That’s right, now hit the floor
They’re sneaking out the back door
She gets up
From all fours
Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
Curdle into bitter tears
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo) Golly jeepers
(Peek-a-boo) Where’d ya get those weepers?
(Peek-a-boo) Peepshow, creepshow
(Peek-a-boo) Where did ya get those eyes?
(Peek-a-boo) Golly jeepers
(Peek-a-boo) Where’d ya get those weepers?
(Peek-a-boo) Peepshow, creepshow
(Peek-a-boo) Where did ya get those eyes?
(Peek-a-boo) Golly jeepers
(Peek-a-boo) Where’d ya get those weepers?
(Peek-a-boo) Peepshow, creepshow
(Peek-a-boo) Where did ya get those eyes?

Where did ya get those eyes?

Where did ya get those eyes?

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