I. my fifteen minute
1. Meet me
meet me please
that's all I'm waiting for
lady rock and roll
come take a midnight bath
meet me where I die
ooh lady rock and roll
where are you now ?
I'm still waiting for the living thing
I need someone like you
Doesn't she has to exist ?
I would undress your coat
follow down your vrains
I would kiss you
smoke a cigarette and
say you we've to meet on tommorow
not today
so it'd be growing in each other
and maybe we'll take more pleasure doing nothing ?
like is safe sexe didn't exist
let's keep the mystic side, right ?
baby don't you already taste it ?
We're better wait, again,
as long as it last,
we'll get high and higher each time
I'll drop my fingers arround your legs
meet me please
see me paralized at the crossroad
hit me with your love snipe
I'll tell you when it's time to sleep
and I'll be sleeping with you
oooh, lady, this girl is inside
she keeps on dancing
I'll scrape your throat
To free these blue shining tortured screams.
2. Stupid things
You know that beautiful people need us to shine
more that you need them to laugh
you say, why are they stuppid ?
why don't they understand ?
you know about those guns, cold, old, invested by our SOGs
what do they mean ?
let's grow our ancestral picture
It looks so real to you, to me
I know you always fight for that real love
I know you are différent, but I think it's not enough
prove them you are true
Don't you wanna die, sometime ? Don't you wanna try ?
hehe I never really sweat to pay my 20th century cigarette
this thing we'd all like to stop, Coca-Cola !
see me drink this placebo drink
see me saying no to food
let's ea my favourite burger.
3. The white book - part I
You don't know why but this empty book is following you
white brook friendly look at you,
asking why you wouldn't undress those heavy toughts
White book is real, really empty.
No meaning if you are nothing
Everything if you are bitten like I was
White book is beautiful, but he don't want to be beautiful !
I want you to own a white book
maybe you're better never start writting.
4. Would you allow me ?
Why do I write in this marshmallow langage ?
sometimes I'd like to be kept under your wing
you don't know what monster you let live
ooooh let the children play
I don't know if I'm your brother,
but what scary me is you don't know who you are !
Lies, lies, so near to butterflies, considered as real
I'll write about dead colors
I'll tell you the world is grey
I'll follow you crying "why? why? why?"
I'll show you that supposed true way
I'll ask you to follow me
I'll sometimes use symbolic paths
I'll bring you to the tropics
You will be free
5. Fear
What are you doing behing the door ?
There'se a man listening to you.
He doesn't say a word,
letting you grow a world of fears, and doubts.
Why do you think is there this man outside your room ?
We're affrais to open the curtain
maybe it's raining outside
There'se this thing you can't ride.
Why do you hide ?
The man's walking arround your room
He never talk, he's crual.
6. The white book - part II
Drop the red tissue here
[to be continued]
