Cemetary Blues

EL CARNAVAL DE LA BESTIAS

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
From the memory to the skull.
Roll. Roll. Roll. Roll.
Underneath the skin, there's a ghost.

'Cause it's a dead end scene,
played on a dead end street...
'Cause I'm dead end meat,
baring a dead end seal...

Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep.
Keep myself away from your walls.
Bleed. Bleed. Bleed.Bleed.
'til there's not a drop remaining to fall

Fuck you.
I'll be holding on tight.
Holding tight to that cutting glass.

I'm unfit, I don't care
You want it, well, it's there
I'm a joker, but I don't fake
I'm a thief, though I just take
I could be black, man, but I'm red
I won't be white until I'm dead
Guess I'm wrong, if you're right
Don't even need to choose a side

Stripped down to the bone
See your heart surrounded
With tiny paper flames...
Secrets sins of a soul
Sink oh so low...
Just to fit in the frame.

Fuck you.


DEATH IS A GIMMICK

Death is a gimmick
My whisper was a vow of stone
Hoping the night would never die
I'd cancel by now
My subscription to the other side
I'd suck the blood out
Out of my private
Private afterlife
Then I'd spit back
The guiding lines
Of any five stars religion...

I'm on my way to the cage, and I...

Wings of my brand new angel
Wages of self destruction
We will collide
Once the world has won

My cutup scenes orgasma
Nailed to your plastic chest
Set culture as a dogma
Where no god is god's best
The boy's never ashamed to play
Truth is only what you wanna believe
I'll suck what I'd like to taste
I'll love what I've got to waste

I'm on my way to the cage, and I...

Wings of my brand new angel
Wages of self destruction
We will collide
Once the world has won

Rip off the skin of my cage
To repel ghosts of my youth
Poison's lying underbelly
As relative as the truth
Indian Summer Saints
We snaked down the absolute

I like that skeleton crown.
D'you like that skeleton crown ?


RODEO IS BLEEDING

Oh, so strange
The glimpses of this never ending love
came to me...
Through the shape of a sharp knife
Stained with blood...

I'll get you
It's my last ride
This could lasts for days
and for nights

Burn all your egos
And start playing with knives
Find out tomorrows
Will never save your life

The gates of heaven are on my way
The shapes of gods move towards me
If I should die before I wake
I'd pray no one my soul to take

I'll get you
It's my last ride
This could lasts for days
and for nights

Burn all your egos
And start playing with knives
Find out tomorrows
Will never save your life

Breaking the broken.
Leave it unspoken.
Blood is not a secret weapon.
But the only thing that relays them to me.

They are calling out my name
On the other side of the gates
Their whispers are the same
As I'm disappearing through the rain...


SOME BLUE NIGHTS IN THE SAME OLD VEINS (X)


NOW, WE TASTE LIKE BABYLON

You and I,
We're differently both the same
It's a question of lust instead of fate
Making love on needles and razorblades

Babylon

By night,
Things aren't better on my side
This curse is getting rational
Cannot quit it,
Can only bleed some more...

Headrush.

I used to have your color on my skin
Don't need anything that I've always been
And now, we taste like Babylon
Slowly ruined by enigma...
One of us will be scattered before dawn...

Babylon

Ocean roars and my kingdom crumbles
Evacuate 'cause the city wall mumbles
Fateful words for my monkey troubles
Ejaculate on every Saint-Double

Headrush.

I used to have your color on my skin
Don't need anything that I've always been
And now, we taste like Babylon
Slowly ruined by enigma...
One of us will be scattered before dawn...

Ashes of my flesh
Flesh into the void
Another night will soon forget
I was forever ripped apart

Babylon


BLACK ON BLACK

Black on black
Your tongue in my eye
A thousand nights a ride
I'm not going back

You're on the backseat of the car
and it looks like they know us...
They'd like to see it...
But this trick,
I won't do it anymore...
I never delt with it
I never really delt with us
We cradled a bloom
Raising along
the hollow fangs of her jaws
Leaving some feathers to fall
In a fight that was already lost...
At the sound of her law...
I was already drifting a little too far...

Black on black
A new exit to follow
Death makes Saints of us all
So fuckin' bruised and beautiful...

Black on black
A new city to swallow
Death makes Saints of us all
Just like Jesus in a brothel

Black on black
This naked machine's borrowed
Death makes Saints of us all
So fuckin' lazy and shallow

Black on Black
Your tongue in my eye
A thousand nights a ride
I'm not coming back


THE DOOM, THE LOSS & THE FOURTH DIMENSION /
CERCUEIL SUR MESURE

I always keep
I always keep it in my pocket
Some Pop Art cards
To get my eyes out of their sockets
Don't want to make the front page
Don't want to be your bad news of the day
No traffic, no sign, no code
No sound, no exposure, no flame

Picture stars, they were passed out at the show
Picture us, while someone laughs on your radio
Picture you, you're so perfect but you don't know it
Picture me, 'cause I'm diving into the sea

And maybe god was on the phone
Dealing for some hope
And maybe nobody here
Has got a place to go...
And m-m-maybe he became ill
and couldn't leave the studio...
Well, wait, don't tell me...
Maybe I just don't want to know...

Picture stars, they were passed out at the show
Picture us, while someone talks on your radio
Picture you, you're so perfect but you don't know it
Picture me, 'cause I should have learned how to swim...

-. CERCUEIL SUR MESURE .-

J'ai le souvenir de tes yeux devant les miens
Fantômes au voyage sans lendemain
Quand chaque minute défilait
Valsant sous les vertiges d'un ciel de blessures
Ou mes stygmates s'écartillaient
En fruits orphelins de ta morsure
Pour laisser pendre une lèvre bavant le sang
Sur les reflets vascillant de ta figure...

Il faisait froid
La langue au palet
Pas de Roi,
Plus qu'un valet
Et les heures passaient
Et me détruisaient
Petit à petit
Dans le coin d'une nuit
La tête contre le mur
Le coeur en coupures
Tes sangsues au Bal de la Faim
Dans mon cercueil sur mesure...


HOUSE OF ALL SINS
(A CASSETTE FROM THE PORT OF SAINTS)

Fiberglass with cocaine on
Jeckyll's playing glockenspiel
Don't stare at the clock for now
'cause the end of the night
Depends on Satan's meal
Talk. Talk. Talk. Rock on.
Looks like we're having a deal
They'll be dropping names
Like some drop bombs
Like 69 reinvented the wheel...

Oh, baby, baby, baby
It's the perfect place
Nobody knows my name
Anywhere around
In the Port of Saints
Oh, baby, baby, baby
It's the perfect place
The halo of death on my face
The rope, the dope,
And the sex, sex, sex

Like Hyde, I told some lies
Better have an eager eye
If some of us are born to die
Some of us die to get laid
I'll show you how my wings are long
I'll get my kick before the dawn
If the record shows I'm almost done
Close the book, I got another one

One way, both sides
My twin coma bride
They are gods
Only underneath the skies

Oh, baby, baby, baby
It's the perfect place
Nobody knows my name
Anywhere around
In the Port of Saints
Oh, baby, baby, baby
It's the perfect place
The halo of death on my face
The rope, the dope,
And the sex, sex, sex

All is over but the blues
Tainted moon, tainted roots
Nights I've fixed my soul
In a coffee spoon
Lucifer sat in my room...

PEPPERMINTS & SUICIDES

Plympton states.
Somedays spaces.
Child, my mind is a angry bitch.
Crackin' a blackout-raven-smile
Mirror culture's growing near

You got yours man
and I got mines
We're suit cased anatomy
Black and white suicides

Kiss, kiss, bang, bang
Hush, hush, baby, baby,
Bye bye

Paper hearts.
Random fates.
Peppermints for sunny days.
Pins and needles for the sake.
Pills and bullets for a day.

I got yours now
And you have mines
We're suit cased anatomy
Black and white suicides


HAVE YOU EVER DANCED WITH THE DEVIL ON A FULL MOON EVENING ?

There was blood in the mixture
In fact, it never tasted so good
So if you're in
Well, I'm out
In the red light after midnight...
It never felt so safe
To see everyone rises up his grave
It's the dead walking among the living...

Gonna leave us alone
Playing sticks and stones
Gonna play on our own
Together alone

I finally fit myself
But I'm not there at all
I'd rather lose all myself
I'd rather stay out of control

So have you ever
Danced with the devil
On a full moon evening ?
When the lights are closed
Only true shadows
Are still breathing...
And it keeps on coming...
And I keep repeating...
And it keeps on coming...
And I keep on coming...

Gonna leave you alone
Playing sticks and stones
Gonna play on my own
Forever alone

I finally fit myself
But I'm not there at all
I'd rather lose all myself
I'd rather stay out of control

Just don't wanna fit myself


SSKELETONS OF A GOLDEN DAWN

It's my shedding skin
A little more I know
A little more I lose
And I've lost what I've shown
And I've shown all of my luck
See the angles of my skeleton
Revealing naked bones of freedom
I know how hard is the sun
How soon the morning always comes...

The shape, the core, the feeling you get
Go tell your god you won't do this again
You're living for another...
Go die in some other hands...
The Saints, the sinners, the less you forget
The more you get
Close to the edge...
And it peels off the skin to another world

Coma rope of indifference
I'll never learn how to dance
I'm better at making jokes
That haven't got any sense
Be happy... Don't celebrate
Feel the skull underneath your face
Museum of the great big ape
I'll never learn how to play the game...

Whatever I forgot, whoever I was
It's now lost somewhere along the way
Don't try to follow, don't even bother
I don't mind this time to stay away


LA BÊTE CONTRE LES MURS

Shapes of rapture around my head
Have found my way for tonight
The perfect suture... walls of arrogance
Feels like I came here for a fight...
Another magnum poetry tale that matches D.H.'s:
''Heads, you live & Tails, you die''

I'm not here to stay
I'm animal baby... Your burial
Come crash into me and take the fall

Black is blurred, tangled down within
The future never had a darker skin
'Cause I've lost control of my blood and skull
Scratched some hollow sins from my four walled hopes

I'm not here to stay
I'm animal baby... Your burial
Come crash into me and take the fall

I'm living the sideshows
Live it with a borrowed name
Looking from a distance
From another kind of frame
Your all-OK overture
Of course there's another way
For far I knew the picture
For far I knew the trail

I'm not walking a line
As straight as your mind