Marquis de Sade - Wanda's loving boy
Wanda's loving boy
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
Final fog (Brouillard définitif)
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
