Marquis de Sade - Wanda's loving boy
Conrad Veidt

 

L'acide oxydent corode le temps, l'homme observe les sourires
Crispés sur les dents des silhouettes/épiderme sec/fixées sur
Une esquisse de Klimmt mais...
Conrad Veidt danse
Les cris disséqués dans d'épais catalogues, les lèvres articulent
Le lent monologue. Le sens expire, l'expression prime : la ville
N'est plus qu'une vitrine où...
Conrad Veidt danse
Le long des usines incisées par le vent, Rank Xerox asservit les
Couleurs résistantes
L'Europe désire l'euthanasie
Pureté froide à Nagasaki

Philippe Pascal

I lie awake in some silent night
Every word and sound is wedged in the air
I think I'd like to stand up right
And with all my might to hang on to your hair

I wanna die for a little while...
The dreams and thoughts where I locked myself
Just kept my hands from scratching my face
Life's growin' dark, the colors are dying
And now my world is getting bent out of shape

I wanna die even for a while...
Could I make out your laughter ?
Could I laugh with you ?
I just want to touch your eyes
I just want to touch your smile
Oh just your smile...
Your eyes, give me your eyes, restore to me the colors of this scene
Your lips, lend me your lips, discover some meanings to my screams
...But the silence is drawing closer and closer

I wanna die just for a while...
Could I make out your laughter
And laugh with you - laugh with you
I want a noise, a voice to talk with
I need a voice I could fall in love with
I lie awake in some silent night
The things I clutch at crumble down to the floor
I need a voice I could fall in love with
So pull out the sounds that are wedged in the air
I want a noise a voice to talk with
Any kind of noise that could after my world
I need a voice I could fall in love with
Gimme some sound in my silent world. Hey !

Philippe Pascal