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Calling My Music

Come tonight and in familiar ways
Everything will be all right – no tears, no war, no pain
Gonna call my music
Every song will ask for more, troubles stay outside my door
 
Come tonight and let this empty room
Be a place of magic light and whispers and perfume
Gonna call my music
Every sound – a drop of wine, all the poems will be mine
 
Calling my music, my music, chase away my fears
I can feel it drawing near, singin’ in my heart
Calling my music, my music, all’s in place for magic
Can’t forget to bring the moonlight, brightest night of all nights
Gonna call my music here
 
Come tonight and don’t forget my book
Turn around that old TV, just feel your tender look
Gonna call my music
Every colour will be true, every string will play for you
 
Come tonight and I will pour the tea
Made with flavours yet unknown and sense of harmony
Gonna call my music
Every morning will be spring, every beggar will be king
 
Calling my music, my music, chase away my fears
I can feel it drawing near, singin’ in my heart
Calling my music, my music, all’s in place for magic
Can’t forget to bring the moonlight, brightest night of all nights
Gonna call my music here
 
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Infiniment Petit

On a beau passer sa vie à penser
qu'on est le centre du monde
sous nos cartes de fidélité
on a l'impression d'exister

On est tous Infiniment petit comme un simple numéro,
infiniment petit on se noit dans un verre d'eau
infiniment perdu dans l'infiniment grand.

On a beau passer ses nuits à chasser le silence de nos démons,
sous nos couettes dans l'obscurité
on sais bien que l'on est seulement de passage

Infiniment petit comme un simple numéro,
infiniment petit on se noit dans un verre d'eau
Infiniment perdu dans l'infiniment grand.

Infiniment petit comme un simple numéro
infiniment petit on se noit dans un verre d'eau
Infiniment perdu dans l'infiniment grand

On a beau passer sa vie penser
Sous nos cartes de fidélité

Infiniment petit comme un simple numéro
Infiniment petit on se noit dans un verre d'eau

Born Again

Anima Animus...

Anima Animus..

Let the little children come unto me,
For the kingdom of the devil belongs to them,
Come,

The morning star rises, giving birth to a new dawn,
A new sun shines, its birth scream music to our ears,

I can see the dreams inside you..
I can find the way inside you...

As the world inverts and changes, a new Bible is required,
We shall tear up the old, and with sin as our ink, write anew,

And we will be born again..

We are born again!

(2x)
We are, we are born again!

Welcome to the new age,
This is the Bible of Electric Pornography.

Give My People Back

Devil take my hand pen me out some words that will make them understand
Understand what Hell is like
Devil use my voice try and explain to them that I didn't have a choice
It was my life or its their life
Cause they have never had a knife in their skin or a bullet hit them or a friend die in the pen
And they have never slept outside in the cold lied cheated and stole and begged for it to end
 
When the wind blows it hurts
When they touch me its worse
Tell me whats this all worth
Because Hell is hot and I'm not fit for life on earth
 
Go to Hell and I tell 'em give my people back
Devil man this I ask you give my people back
All I've done wasn't fun I think you owe me that
March through Hell and I came to take my people back
 
Givem back now
 
Woman take your hands press them both together and pray to the man
Pray for his forgiveness
You can't help who you love
Ask that when you go that he lets you up above
So that he don't punish both of us
 
Because you have never put a gun on a man
squeezed as many times as you can until it locks up and jams
And you ain't ever went to Hell and made a deal
seen that he was real and been a part of his plan
 
When the wind blows it hurts
When they touch me its worse
Tell me whats this all worth
Cause Hell is hot and I'm not fit for life on earth
 
Go to Hell and I tell 'em give my people back
Devil man this I ask you give my people back
All I've done wasn't fun I think you owe me that
March through Hell and I came to take my people back
 
Go to Hell and I tell 'em give my people back
Devil man this I ask you give my people back
All I've done wasn't fun I think you owe me that
March through Hell and I came to take my people back
 
Givem back now
Givem back now
 
All my Brothers doing years off in prison
Or those who spend their lives in the system
(Givem back now)
Those wishing they had a life worth living
or those who are enslaved by religion
(Givem back now)
All the children who were born without a chance
I'm one of you for everything its worth
(Givem back now)
Who sit in silence cuz the faintest sound hurts
Hell is hot and I'm not fit for life on earth
 
Go to Hell and I tell 'em give my people back
Devil man this I ask you give my people back
All I've done wasn't fun I think you owe me that
March through Hell and I came to take my people back
 
Go to Hell and I tell 'em give my people back
Devil man this I ask you give my people back
All I've done wasn't fun I think you owe me that
March through Hell and I came to take my people back
 
Givem back now
Givem back now
We fight and we don't back down
 

Paysage

Je veux, pour composer chastement mes églogues,
Coucher auprès du ciel, comme les astrologues,
Et, voisin des clochers, écouter en rêvant
Leurs hymnes solennels emportés par le vent.
Les deux mains au menton, du haut de ma mansarde,
Je verrai l'atelier qui chante et qui bavarde ;
Les tuyaux, les clochers, ces mâts de la cité,
Et les grands ciels qui font rêver d'éternité.

Il est doux, à travers les brumes, de voir naître
L'étoile dans l'azur, la lampe à la fenêtre,
Les fleuves de charbon monter au firmament
Et la lune verser son pâle enchantement.
Je verrai les printemps, les étés, les automnes ;
Et quand viendra l'hiver aux neiges monotones,
Je fermerai partout portières et volets
Pour bâtir dans la nuit mes féeriques palais.
Alors je rêverai des horizons bleuâtres,
Des jardins, des jets d'eau pleurant dans les albâtres,
Des baisers, des oiseaux chantant soir et matin,
Et tout ce que l'Idylle a de plus enfantin.
L'Émeute, tempêtant vainement à ma vitre,
Ne fera pas lever mon front de mon pupitre ;
Car je serai plongé dans cette volupté
D'évoquer le Printemps avec ma volonté,
De tirer un soleil de mon cœur, et de faire
De mes pensers brûlants une tiède atmosphère.