Marquis de Sade - Rue de Siam
Rue de Siam

 

Heads of motionless men are bending
Over the receding ground
Useless hands are laid on knees
It will be so nice to shut them down
Back to cruelty back to cruelty
For these fat men cut off from real life
By connected filters set in line
Tone down the keenness of their sight
To dull just like a blunted knife.
Back to cruelty when starvation is staged
Back to cruelty to make up for their tedious lives
Back to cruelty back to cruelty
Outside's a run of coded pictures
They try to sort out once again
But thruth slips out between their fingers
With the handing of these cards in vain
Back to cruelty a word will never weep
Back to cruelty a book will never bleed
Remember thoughts are a waste of time
That keep you from action and fight
Remember to think is to stare at oneself
Another way of staying deaf and blind
Back to cruelty get rid of cold white visions
Back to cruelty they're through with emotions
Strike to make the fat men utter
Cries of hatred cries of anger
Beat their flesh to shake them out
Of obsene sleep now let them shout
Back to cruelty back to cruelty
Don't stay behind your window
Don't kill your crawling shadow
That holds you to the floor
Back to cruelty back to cruelty and beat them

Philippe Pascal

It's very early and Wanda sleeps so soundly
Underneath the dim moonbeams
The whole world is dead when I come up to your bed
Just to scream in your ears
Now listen to your-lover: is acute pain the highest pleasure ?
It's very early Wanda weeps so loud I taste her lips with my teeth

R - and now I realize / how bright / how wild were her eyes
I lift you of the sheets and stand you up on your feet
To start the odd ceremony
Let our desires lead us let the pretence and masks
Stand in for us to hit the mark
Farther and farther and farther in search of strongest pleasure
I stand you up on your feet oh how thrilling to feed
A sickly bird with one's seed

R - and now I realize how bright how wild were her eyes
It's very early Wanda sleeps so soundly in the shelter of my dreams
The last words she spoke were getting stuck in her throat
Sorry I plead not guilty
We had one single thing we could share
Our yearning for unknown pleasures
I was lying to myself
Cos I could do nothing else when standing facing the mirror

R - and now I realize / how wild / how sad were her eyes
and now I realize / how blind / how mad it was to try to reach paradise
I was so pleased
To see Wanda down on her knees
I was so pleased to see
Wanda groveling at my feet

Philippe Pascal

S.A.I.D. is the slogan
Four letters sewn above the numbers
Read and repeat it
Until your dreams slip through your fingers
We're leaning to the East
Where people rest in peace
S.A.I.D. is the slogan
Four letters sewn above the numbers (on your right shoulder)
Learn it teach it
Until your brain slips through your fingers
We're headed for the East
To rest in endless peace
No name no face
S.A.I.D. is the slogan
Four letters sewn above the numbers
Speak it or sing it
Until your will slips through your fingers
We're moving to the East
We're gonna rest in peace
S.A.I.D. is the slogan
Four letters sewn above the numbers
Live it and breathe it
Until your soul slips through your fingers
We're living in the East
Buried deep in endless peace
No name no face
C'mon c'mon now
Join the crowd of echoes of yourself

Philippe Pascal

They said I could make my own way to the door,
That somewhere up there, may be even see the dawn
I'm running out of breath
Tearing up and down the stairs
I rush from here to there in mad purposeless frenzy
And with every step I take, quicksands close in over me
Who listens to my calls
As I'm running through the halls ?
May be another day
When I'm another man...
They shaved my body clean and all my teeth were filed
I was drained of every impulse and brought back into line
Who listens to my call
When I'm running through the halls
May be I'll do for you
All the things I can't do
Were you to ask me
I'm running out of breath
Tearing up and down the stairs
They said I could struggle out of here, all by myself
That some where, up there, I could really breathe the air !
Who listens to my calls
As I'm running through the halls
May be another day
When I'm another man
We'll swim to the surface
My head close to your face
To find another place
We'll stand and wait for burns
The deep bites of the sun
We'll stand and wait for burns
The deep bites of the sun
But the foot falls echo
And it sounds like a wave
Crashing against the steps
Of these steep and dark stairs
That lead to desert halls
Were the foot falls echo
helpl I'm drowning

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

Très profond, sous ma peau dans la viande
Le réseau cancer
Emet son appel
Les pattes crispées se redressent et se tendent
Pour creuser ma chair
Le maître s'éveille... L'air se hérisse de bris de verre
D'éclats de fer qui fixent mes nerfs
Tu sais Marc : "Nul endroit où le fuir" (dans la nuit)

Cancer et drogues dictez vos ordres
Cancer suffer, please pierce my nerves
Nourrir l'horreur qui mutile les images
Diktat de mes sens
Dedans me remplace
Digère mon corps, défigure mon visage
Mais donne l'assurance
L'empreinte sur le sable... Ma gorge crache des mots prétextes
D'éclats de fer excision vaine !
Tu sais Marc : "Je ne veux pas le perdre, juste l'oublier !"
Cancer et drogues dictez vos ordres
Cancer suffer, embrace my nerves
Now dance to the rythm of my Cancer

Drugs of no suffer won't you please remove my nerves
Très profond, sous ma peau dans la chair
le réseau cancer
Se regarde dormir
Anesthésie la douleur, la lumière
Aux mouvements lointains
La plaie insensible... Calme clinique respire l'absence
Reste en attente du jour prochain
Tu sais Marc : "Nul endroit où se fuir dans la nuit"
Cancer et drogues dictez vos ordres
Cancer suffer, embrace my nerves
Now dance to the rythm of my Cancer and my drugs

Philippe Pascal

ANTS NOISE
I watch over this ash-colored island
At the edge of the world
Where the red deep pools of blood
Seem to light the black sand
And I watch over it for ever

R - because they sent me away / to this far away place
My rifle and I dug a hole in the night
I'm one of these voices these yellow ants noises
I stare at the landscape around
A strange blend of corpses and stones
We erected new kinds of mounds
Made of rusty and broken bones
Sharper than splinters
Watch over it for ever

R - and I'm still there in the desert of nowhere
Yes I'm still here but who cares over there

HAISEN DA (THE WAR IS OVER)

I fight for what's right
Protect the light from darkness
On the Suribachi hill
I fight for you life
Protect your heart from the thickness
I've got ten men to kill
And I don't care about the reasons
'cos all I am 's a lethal weapon

R - singing iwo jima songs
Iwo jima songs iwo jima songs / all my life long
Haisen da... we don't believe that

Oh what a great thing to feel
Your will is harder than steel
If you obey orders, they say
The day will never fade away
So now I fight for your life
So now I fight for what's right
Don't take away my illusions

R - iwo jima songs... set my mind on fire
And I don't care about the reasons / 'cos all I am 's a leathal weapon
That's all I want to be

MUMMY

The fire still burns inside
Its flames ate up my mind
But it's quiet inside my mind
clean inside my mind
Though it's dead inside
I left mankind behind
The ideal is now on sight
It's no sacrifice
I paid the price
To design my life
As a straight line
The fire still burns inside
Its flames consumed my life
It's so quiet inside
clean inside
Nothing more to find
I left mankind behind
The ideal is now in sight
It's no sacrifice
To pay the price
To design my life
As a straight line

Philippe Pascal

Sous les morsures aveugles, la lumière agonise
Le jour mis en pièce cicatrise sous les cendres
Des nuits illuminées
Eclaboussées des cris
D'ombres sauvages traquées qui se laissent prendre
Douce uniformité (trait noir sur nos regards)
De formes émoussées
Fondues dans ce brouillard définitif
Don't lay your eyes on my mind
Down in Stammhein
Don't lay your hands on my brain
No place to hide
Les lendemains planifiés, nos souvenirs inutiles
Le temps figé s'est résigné à hurler présent
La musique psychiatrique
Tranxène, neuroleptiques
S'infiltre en toi, guide tes pas, droit devant
Les règles sont fixées (un triangle sur nos rêves)
Le décor est stressé
Déformé dans ce brouillard définitif
Don't lay your eyes on my mind
Down in Stammhein
Don't lay your hands on my brain
And no place to hide
And I hold myself tight
(In the final fog of Stammheim)
It's a nice place to die
To be handed suicide
La guerrilla urbaine pour s'extirper des sangles
Accentue la pression, de l'ordre sur nos vies
Ses gestes détournés
A la fin nous étranglent
Implantent la peur dans nos pupilles rétrécies
Nous sommes sous influence (il n'y a pas d'issue)
Des larves sans défense
Rejoins les chiens dans le brouillard définitif
Don't lay your eyes on my mind
KZ methoden
Don't lay your hands on my brain
Stammheim-Belsen
And I hold myself tight
In the final fog of Stammheim
It's a nice place to die
To be handed suicide
Don't lay your eyes on my mind
Down in Stammhein
Don't lay your hands on my brain
No place to hide
Don't lay your eyes on my mind
KZ methoden
Don't lay your hands on my brain
Stammheim-Belsen

Philippe Pascal

He's walking down the Rue deSiam
No longer running, no longer talking
Towards the harbour and the quays
Attracted by the long thin wound
Of the sky watching him
Ant the sea calling out to him
D'you know ther're several ways of dying
You can make a list of them
According to the difficulty
She would long for the night
Out of sheer weariness
Her eyes went dull for she had forgotten
And she gently subsides
Nothing will break on the carpet
No blood no blood, it's red and it's dirty
And feels so bad
He's looking for evidence along the quays and the streets
Some of the pieces of his life
The reflection on the water
The shadow on the ground
Whisper to him something lurks behind his eyes
May be he will laugh about it
He's walking down the Rue de Siam
Where all things vanish as he walks past
Even his memories of the bedroom
Where they designed the metal network
Whose strands grow taut and interweave
Bring us together
And bind us
And they pull us apart
In any case there's nothing behind it all
The end of the path
Why repeat same gesture
When you've reached the limit ?
And you're getting cramped in your suit
And no spot on your suit
No blood cos it's red and makes me feel so sick
He's looking for evidence along the quays and the streets
Some of the pieces of his life
The reflection on the water
The shadow on the ground
Whisper to him something lurks behind his eyes
May be he will laugh about it
He's walking down the Rue de Siam
Further along there is nothing
The horizon is a smooth wall
Down which rejected illusions drip
That once drove him along
There's several ways of dying
And one way of keeping alive
Floating between day and night
Sheltered from rough seas and time
Drifting along with the wind
But out of weariness
She asked for sleep to come
For eyes to shut for the sake of oblivion
Cos blood is red and blood it's dirty
And it feels so bad
He's looking for evidence along the quays and the streets
Some of the pieces of his life
The reflection on the water
The shadow on the ground
Whisper to him something lurks behind his eyes

Philippe Pascal

Rêves secrets d'armatures dressées lisses et droites
Repli de Marc terré dans son abri étroit
Restent ces images aux murs
Mémoire d'un futur d'après guerre.
Capture l'insecte englué dans le présent
Des villes bourbiers où s'enlisent tous mes mouvements
Esclave de sa vie
Recherche une nouvelle stratégie.

Invente diverses rhytmiques et crie
Le langage hystérique brise
Les gestes instinctifs de ma vie

Arrache les filtres qui limitent ma vision
Mes yeux mobiles fixent de nouveaux horizons
Toutes les nuances du gris
Sont autant de tactiques de survie
Détruis les plans qui régissent l'existence
Torture mes sens, désarticule ma danse lente
Abandonne l'habitude
Et recherche les autres attitudes.

Invente diverses rhytmiques et crie
Le langage hystérique brise
Les gestes instinctifs de ma vie


Philippe Pascal