1. |
Beau Suicide
05:38
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My face is blue
My mirror so sad
With myself as a picture
I'm done with my last drink
My clouds wipe my make up off
And under the white
The color blue...
And red, on the edge of my glass
The angel of despair
Whispers in my ears
That my face is blue, is livid
That my face is in the mirror
I tease myself
Be back home late tonight
Must have slipped on the pavement
Dark with sadness
Graze the moon in the gutter
Fuck not again
And claw my guts out
My face is blue tonight
My mirror cries at my reflection
Will I see it again someday?
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2. |
43°
05:50
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Crackles in my veins
That's not a shame
To fall asleep on a carpet of dead
And to have a mournful disease
43°
43° in my veins
And the sun blows inside my head
At the light of this dying winter
My body wasn't used to embrace
Until the crackling in my veins
The limit of degrees is reached
Before being considered as a clinic dead
43° in my head
43 enough to flow all
Enough to flow all
The meat and chocolate
Struggling in trembling words
To spread an idea of sensation
Blows through my veins
A young girl just sat next to me
Is reading a weird book
And she just said to me
Her innocent word, yes
You can take my...
Her innocence, third
Yes
A young girl just sat next to me
Is reading a weird book
And she just said to me
Her innocent word
Yes you can take
My pain to write those lines
When degrees are too strong
The brain infiltrates regions and landscapes
Behind the window and the rail
The continuity
That leads me away
Out of 43° degrees
That break my grave
Hardly and slowly
And the word of this innocent girl
That breaks my life
And
The face of this innocent girls
Rapes my life
Ordinary
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3. |
Dare Me
05:44
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Dear soul,
Dare me to introduce myself,
in those pages I'd like to see you fill,
at the same that you emptied my life,
and my soul. Fill all my spirit.
I do not want to be prolix and I fear,
with no doubt, and dirtying
your future feelings,
I do not want to be sure of me,
with no hours,
enclosing to your future feelings.
Nevertheless, take this skin
as a mark, a gage of;
as a mark of you in me,
this mark of you in me,
as the witness crys this feeling's reading inside of
Of me,
the cadaver can be exquisite.
- Agathe
It stands still on the hours and decades
A gate
The pure aspect of your intimate, tonight
So dare me, to introduce myself
Without any word and anything
Within anything that can kiss my lips
Crushes on your skin forever
Crushes on my skin, forever
With nothing left but a lace
With nothing left but the trace
With nothing left on my skin and disgrace!
My skin and disgrace
All lovers
You and I
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4. |
Trembling Androgynous
05:50
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Here am I, speaking inside objects
Obscure objects, nefarious infamy
Loneliness, is always hugging me close
Loneliness
It's the day, the light
And I'll go far
It's the day, the light
And I'll go far
One day, loneliness
No one understands her
Not even me; except
It hurts, sometimes
Booze, wine, revealing
A little beyond dust of my mind
Since I've done things
That don't touch me anymore
Since I've done things
That don't touch me anymore
Surreality of life
Of our lives
Short-term thinking, like radio frequencies
How sad is all we can think!
How sad is all
I wanna be switched off like a light
I'm gonna be switched off like a light
If this light should not exist
It couldn't serve or guide anyone
If light should not exist
It couldn't serve
It's the day, the light
And I go far
It's the day, the light
And I go far
It's the day, the light
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5. |
Thousand Clouds
03:10
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Anyone else could say
That in life, we catch, we trust
And we believe in nothing finally
Anyone else could say
That in life, we catch, we trust
And we believe in nothing finally
In everyone and every smile
We look for momentum sensuality
Her sex is available
Her skin like an obsession
Abused and disabused
Her sex is available
Her skin like an obsession
Abused and disabused
Disabused at all
Could anybody else say
That my life is just better or
A running illusion like a thousand clouds
A running illusion
And now close to my heart, a deep feeling
Of delight, for one hour
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6. |
American Chronicle
11:40
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Snow, a weird song on the radio
Tells the tale of a doll
I'm perishing dead drunk
On the back of a blue cab
Los Angeles under snow
To live with crazy men
Undo the knots my angel
You have frozen dolls eyes
Los Angeles
Capital city of pain
Drunk and insane
Gives herself up finally
Los Angeles under snow
Undo the knots my angel
You have frozen dolls eyes
The ones on the magazines
And you know it
Fancy you more right now
I'm leaving you my dears
I'm leaving you all
Among the leaves there
And the wind
The breeze and the light
I shall get back to the mist
To alcohol, the world weariness
My cardinal pain
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