Marquis de Sade - Rue de Siam
Set in motion memories (CD)
It's time to wake up your sleepy senses
Now, forget the neon bites
It's time to switch on your weary feelings
Now, forget the other nights
Fire and fights
Out of sight
Are you ready now to face the light ?
So leap out the window of your life
Set in motion your memories
Forsake your old dry corpses
And stand up for yourself
It's time to look away this useless mirror
That never comes to your help
Stretch your limbs, get out of your skin
Now hold up your head
There is a reason to
Learn reaction
A reason to know some motions
And it will be allright
Set in motion your memories
Forsake your old dry corpses
And stand up for yourself
Stand up for yourself, stand up for yourself, now stand up, stand up
Make up your mind, stand up for yourself, make up your
...Your dream is too tight
Your dream is too tight
Oh leave your dream, your dream is too tight
Find another dream... allright
It's time to switch on the TV screen
Now make up your mind
Now make up your mind
Fire and fights
Out of sight
Are you ready now to face the light ?
So leap out the window of your life
Set in motion your memories
Forsake your old dry corpses
This is the final thing I really want to do
That's what I want to do
Philippe Pascal
Henry (CD)
Oh Henry ! I tell you it's no use trying to put out your eyes
You feel the stiffness invade your flesh and crawl to your mind
She shut you in a box and said : you must wait !
She shut you in a box but I'll teach you to hate
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Oh Henry ! 20 years old, it would seem that you are too old
A broken toy, you're just a kind of walking living deadman
She shut you in a box and tried to break you heart
She shut you in a box and she hoped you'd die
Oh Henry ! What will be your vision of this world ?
May be watch Henry what she'll allow you to watch
She shut you in a box and then she told you the words
Splashes of cold light that destroyed all your hopes
Oh come down here Henry
I won't leave you alone
Don't let yourself go Henry
Come on and watch TV at home
Is it a lie ? Is it a lie ?
Philippe Pascal
Final fog (Brouillard définitif) (CD)
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
Air-tight cell (CD)
Rue de Siam (CD)
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
Nacht und Nebel (CD)
Silent world (CD)
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
Skin disease (CD)
You lean your head upon your friend's shoulder
Back in the white room
A blond haired man, just another sailor
Silent smiles and hopeless looks
Ripp off long shreds of dry skin
Stand up and face the wind
We caught a skin disease
Consciousness fell asleep
Then no more choice, then no more voice, no more voice
I don't want to hear this inner voice
It's so hard to take one's choice
And now. I'm throwing out my throughts
Watch the single light at the end of the way
And now please keep in step
Wear the uniform of the other sailor
Now please keep in step
Let the sea pick your bones
Let the sun drown your hopes
We caught a skin disease
Consciousness well asleep
Then no more thoughts, then no more doubt, then no more thoughts
I don't want to hear this inner voice
It's so hard to take one's choice
And now. I'm throwing out my throughts
Avoid any contact
Avoid any contact
I need a number, a tattoo on my arm
To tell me who I am now
To tell me where I have to go
Und der Seeman sagt
Eine auf dem Arm tätowierte Numme
Um Ihnen zu sagen, dab ich jetzt
Da bin, wohin ich gehe
I need a clock to set my life
I need a dreamless sleep
We caught a skin disease and
Avoid any contact
Avoid any contact
Eine Uhr, um mein Leben zu regeln
Ich brauche einen traumlosen Sehl
Wir haben eine Hautrankheit
Philippe Pascal
Walls (CD)
The danger spreads over there (that's what they said)
Heart rending sounds everywhere (but for the present)
We're working under shelter
We'll go out soon and we'll knock your heads against the walls
Spasmodic starts of modern death
Art is a means to set your breath
Kunst is a weapon of fight
We'll catch you by surprise and knock your heads against the walls
Our future is a Munch's picture
A shriek inside of a savage nature
(Inherit Baader's property, the plague is seeping into the city)
We're working under shelter
We'll go out soon and knock your heads against the walls
We'll steep our hands in your blood
We'll paint our world red with your blood
We'll paint our masks red with your blood and that is that is that is Neukunst Music
We'll knock your heads against the walls
We'll knock your heads against...
Philippe Pascal
Conrad Veidt (CD)
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
Set in motion memories (DVD)
It's time to wake up your sleepy senses
Now, forget the neon bites
It's time to switch on your weary feelings
Now, forget the other nights
Fire and fights
Out of sight
Are you ready now to face the light ?
So leap out the window of your life
Set in motion your memories
Forsake your old dry corpses
And stand up for yourself
It's time to look away this useless mirror
That never comes to your help
Stretch your limbs, get out of your skin
Now hold up your head
There is a reason to
Learn reaction
A reason to know some motions
And it will be allright
Set in motion your memories
Forsake your old dry corpses
And stand up for yourself
Stand up for yourself, stand up for yourself, now stand up, stand up
Make up your mind, stand up for yourself, make up your
...Your dream is too tight
Your dream is too tight
Oh leave your dream, your dream is too tight
Find another dream... allright
It's time to switch on the TV screen
Now make up your mind
Now make up your mind
Fire and fights
Out of sight
Are you ready now to face the light ?
So leap out the window of your life
Set in motion your memories
Forsake your old dry corpses
This is the final thing I really want to do
That's what I want to do
Philippe Pascal
Henry (DVD)
Oh Henry ! I tell you it's no use trying to put out your eyes
You feel the stiffness invade your flesh and crawl to your mind
She shut you in a box and said : you must wait !
She shut you in a box but I'll teach you to hate
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Oh Henry ! 20 years old, it would seem that you are too old
A broken toy, you're just a kind of walking living deadman
She shut you in a box and tried to break you heart
She shut you in a box and she hoped you'd die
Oh Henry ! What will be your vision of this world ?
May be watch Henry what she'll allow you to watch
She shut you in a box and then she told you the words
Splashes of cold light that destroyed all your hopes
Oh come down here Henry
I won't leave you alone
Don't let yourself go Henry
Come on and watch TV at home
Is it a lie ? Is it a lie ?
Philippe Pascal
Who said why ? (DVD)
Remember the nights
We looked for the new words
When we woke up
We chose our world
A walk in cold streets
A talk about strange things
Is this misleading ? Misleading
Now the time is passing over my head
My senses are set free, but...
Will you cry when I die ?
Shall I cry when you die ?
Who said why ?
So let me tell you now good bye
I say a bee is happy in its hive
I swear I tried to run by your side
But turn out the light
I swear I tried to run by your side
But turn on the night ooo who said why ?
But turn on the night ooo who said why ?
But turn on the night ooo who said why ?
Remember the rules
Of our different games
We painted our teeth
And changed our names
Then you burst into tears
Watching birds dissected
Is light misleading ? Misleading
Now the ice is freezing under my skin
My motions are getting harder
But now,
Will you cry when I die ?
Shall I cry when you die ?
Who said why ?
So let me tell you now good bye
I say a bee is happy in its hive
I swear I tried to run by your side
But turn out the light
I swear I tried to run by your side
But turn on the night ooo who said why ?
I swear I tried to run by your side
But I'm so afraid of the light
I swear I tried to run by your side
But I'm so afraid of the night
Philippe Pascal
Final fog (Brouillard définitif) (DVD)
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
Air-tight cell (DVD)
Rue de Siam (DVD)
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
Nacht und Nebel (DVD)
Cancer and drugs (DVD)
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
Silent world (DVD)
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
Japanese spy (DVD)
Oh oh Tokyo
Oh oh Tokyo
Oh she's a Japanese spy
Came over by a night flight
Oh she's a Japanese spy
A steel needle stuck in my life
Now listen to the Japanese sound
Oh she's a Japanese spy
Came here to dazzle my sight
Oh she's a Japanese spy
And she looks after my life
Now show me the Japanese way
Oh oh she spies my mind
Oh oh she spies my mind
Philippe Pascal
Skin disease (DVD)
You lean your head upon your friend's shoulder
Back in the white room
A blond haired man, just another sailor
Silent smiles and hopeless looks
Ripp off long shreds of dry skin
Stand up and face the wind
We caught a skin disease
Consciousness fell asleep
Then no more choice, then no more voice, no more voice
I don't want to hear this inner voice
It's so hard to take one's choice
And now. I'm throwing out my throughts
Watch the single light at the end of the way
And now please keep in step
Wear the uniform of the other sailor
Now please keep in step
Let the sea pick your bones
Let the sun drown your hopes
We caught a skin disease
Consciousness well asleep
Then no more thoughts, then no more doubt, then no more thoughts
I don't want to hear this inner voice
It's so hard to take one's choice
And now. I'm throwing out my throughts
Avoid any contact
Avoid any contact
I need a number, a tattoo on my arm
To tell me who I am now
To tell me where I have to go
Und der Seeman sagt
Eine auf dem Arm tätowierte Numme
Um Ihnen zu sagen, dab ich jetzt
Da bin, wohin ich gehe
I need a clock to set my life
I need a dreamless sleep
We caught a skin disease and
Avoid any contact
Avoid any contact
Eine Uhr, um mein Leben zu regeln
Ich brauche einen traumlosen Sehl
Wir haben eine Hautrankheit
Philippe Pascal
Walls (DVD)
The danger spreads over there (that's what they said)
Heart rending sounds everywhere (but for the present)
We're working under shelter
We'll go out soon and we'll knock your heads against the walls
Spasmodic starts of modern death
Art is a means to set your breath
Kunst is a weapon of fight
We'll catch you by surprise and knock your heads against the walls
Our future is a Munch's picture
A shriek inside of a savage nature
(Inherit Baader's property, the plague is seeping into the city)
We're working under shelter
We'll go out soon and knock your heads against the walls
We'll steep our hands in your blood
We'll paint our world red with your blood
We'll paint our masks red with your blood and that is that is that is Neukunst Music
We'll knock your heads against the walls
We'll knock your heads against...
Philippe Pascal
Conrad Veidt (DVD)
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