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English Poetry Cannibals Among Us Ravenous chastity, that lethal scrutiny Riven heart to nerve-shod sharp Blunt to wit, ere blade to cut The broken stuff of man Swansong perennial, such charming drivel A million voices numb, screaming on Leaving behind a sea of tears I'm left to sail Tainted perfection, my sickly lot Blistering glee to hollow tapestry Those laughing to stay whilst mockingly Fit into my cut glass prophecy Chaos unto thee, my stalwart enemy Wounded pride to morbid lust I'll roam the land for one who sees The cannibals among us Laughing Tragedy Laughing tragedy, The Acolytes run amok 'neath my parched stare Twirling flight, such astute recklessness Havoc quoth the dead nihilists in vain; None shall understand Sighing merrily, My unbelief in twain; here the blacklace corset There the promise of severance A lady life hath flowered Dark - scent o'my deviltry, blest scattering mark Gloved hand held aloft, naysaid ever Til frozen tears do tear at my cheek And I must gaze upon that scene A haunting grove of delight Winter hath forbidden tight Erring mockingly, Fro weaklings didst plunder my halls bare Stuttering fools to fleet at my every wake (these never look back) Poetry to petty white noise, all affections bled Fetterless am I, yet fearsome to behold!? Fair enough! Woe may they wed in my stead! Fainting agony, Whence wolven ghosts would accompany me Unto the bleaker path and the solace of night Til broken hosts of butterflies do weave An anti-lullaby fending off sleep Til duller charms may pale her into Silken lips soflty graze my neck Til her velvet waist enwrapp'd about mine arms Blackly bracelets twice enfold - forego Light to the hopeless beauty Of desiring what we can not hold Vargtimmen Only to sleep, love Draw the blanket o’er us Hist the tired tune o’my tired heart Whisper close, To the deep softness of our bed Swathe thine arms ‘round me Promise thou wilt stay Darkness looming o’er us Shut that weary light fro my weary eyes Lull me to forfeit Into the black damask of our bed Embrace me whence I weep Promise thou wilt not forget Only to sleep Only to sleep White Rabbit White Rabbit, run Say you can sacrifice everything And everyone Bunnyman, keep that watch Time ran out of me Quite indiscreetly Oh, I know The minutes pass’d The bowers clasp’d And those creepy shrieks You gasp out when we meet White Rabbit, run Say you couldn’t bear to lose Anything Or anyone Bunnyman, tell the Queen I’ll keep that head of mine Upon my shoulders Say on, White Rabbit Say on, I’ll miss the show And every single opportunity Say on, I’ll waste something And someone Say on, the day ruined me Quite explicitly Say on, You know you can’t beat me Invitation to an autumn tryst Naiad of ashen stars Erring gales swath’d fallen leaves To thy graceful footing, billowing Meandering ‘round thy silhouette at close; As thou ponder aeons trice Prone to wend the better end Flee we ought fro that achromatic maze Mundane clamant, the pretence stasis! - ere its dissemblance ebbs our darkly duad Stand we oft, yet fleet we forthwith! Nightshade fae, I league with thee Dance with we the arcane waltz! I shalt spread raven wings o’er us Steadfast to my heart, whence it sings Sylvan tunes as poplar trees and knotted yews Solace to lips and silence to sleep And thee, trenchant as Antania; Wrack the rays o’that archlight, And let us nightly bask In autumn twilight Ribands aflutter And black. Nameless Poem for a Dark Kin Dearest, stake the instant - thou they cannot see, Hurt amongst the blind, deaf amongst the kind, For they, the naive – stoic pillars of our days, Manifold crowd a path littered in tears (from our oh-too reddened eyes). Daresay I, be it so, dark one! Cast these blades anon if thou wilt; They are too crude for such as thee, I understand, Beareth the fools nay means but the quills to stitch, And us, feathers for sorrow oft too fit, Yet amply apt to delve, If we may, Into the deep warmth of reverie, Thoughts of peace and firelight To a sweeter verse in romance. Nalahiel, darling kin, Through autumn gale and nightly fog, Softly I do yearn for thy presence, Mayhap to err, mayhap to chance, Be it a raging eve or a minute’s peace, For thy charms, dark one, art both rare and delicate, Transfix’d in thine eyes – icy stars of beauty… Gladly I’d be friend for thee, or subtler company, That thou seest at a glance A humble invitation to dance. ‘Neath an ocean gaze Whileas visions twirl with lauds manifold Transfix’d to thee, I simply pause And so behold An endless ocean yon thy gaze And to its emerald dance I plunge and sway Mesmerized, entranc’d midst the waves Caressed by the oh so delicate grace Of thine eyes ablaze As if caught by the icy rays of stars and moon Mirrored to thy surface, but to hint At the profound deepness of thy soul And its fae charm, ‘twined ‘Round my thighs like vine Dripping nectar ambrosia Drawing me in, if only to taste Sylphen warmth and saffron lips - parted in lust to greet me To thy witche’s sanctuary Whence raven wings I do spread Like the blackest, blooming rose To delve anew into thy ocean gaze And savor thee close My Dark Vengeance I. Scorched Earth Requiem Laudeth thee I, oh mournful rose To the memory of crystal bliss And the ardent breath of Winter ‘Ere summer stars gleamed, atroce Reflecteth tenscore torments - Unearth’d and undead to the melody Of sunstricken agony Thence, the theatre of waning romance Cast by the wayward hands of Chance Staged an olden parlour, and unveiled Maiden into maedad, garden into quicksand And that wee sapling, perched on our windowpane Rent by the velvet fist Of a crooked hand Anon, love! Scorch this earth, and fleet To thy looking glass, whence it shadows cast And behold, perchance, mine eyes adust In the crackl’d shards of autumns past Albeit laudeth thee I, ô blackened rose Chained yester eve, fetterless on the morrow To what avail! Thou to me needful art! Ô love, dearest love, wherefore? Now, cursed Fate, time hath come To answer: wherefore please didst thee find In our demise? Lovingly we didst play! But nay – I praise thee ne’er Ne’er, say I, and to death with thee! Abomination, yea, for foul desecration! Whilst all gentry and warmth Hath fled our grasp Their spell to fade ‘neath and e’er Now hist! Canst thou not hearken the unborn gale Laughingly, aerily? For all thou didst so reave from us Shalt hence and e’er be graven on thy tomb And the blood thou so liefly gorged on Shalt birth crimson tides to haunt, wanton Thee and thy pearly white retinue Into the abyss, where I weep anew ‘Til melancholy ‘twixt to Cruelty Tears of blood doth flow And subtler themes crawl forth To chastise thy Lord And cleave the hands of Chance In the purer name Of my Dark Vengeance II. Maid of every cruelty Speak I unto Shades in October Ancient tongues of a darker counsel Reft o’vigor and hope altogether Lain to thou pluming fumes, adust Prithee, take all remainder Save my will to Ire! Hearken now Na lord nor beggar, I keen shadower Prone afore agues and Fate’s atrocities To heal and mend all spoilt and wilt - like golden sands these winter days crept Yet no bell sounded that Scorched Earth Requiem Silence lonely spread its veil To a colder Fall And I shadowing trite Left fro maenad to winding sheets Her delicate daughter to foster So pure a laugh, yet now …haunt o’my every hour And to-day Throat to screech and guts to churn Sudden pang of sorcery – spasm of yore Erst Fate’s meandering retch Strew my carcass yon that road Shades, stood they both before me! Wry wraiths, lastly do I offer thee Proffered pleas of loss and urgency Grant me the fell word of Chaos Rending alacrity, a heart of witchery - A throne of Hemlock, whence mayhap I should be sad no more If only to wreak and rend, alas! Fate hath trial’d me to bloody tears But they falleth nay and never Hence dare I bare dismal fangs! Still She squanders anew to fancies’ rue Sulking, guilling mocketh She, Maid of destiny; Fate in every cruelty! III. Anathema Echoes of her pain fall through Rippling unto waters still And I, wailing on that crest of rock Tell me: what string shall I pluck Doubling another chorus in silence? Jig to jig, step to dance and hop to bop Though world’s ruins smouldering Rank waters stifling to thirst Any shape or form or vaguely drawn hint Of an end – Yet the end cometh not! Alas; insufferable is written on my brow Anathema! Dare I but dream perchance Of a sweeter verse, For soliloquy to maddening madrigal Prey me atrocity… Chaos and Nihil! Lady of Aught, Sire of Cipher Heed me lastly; I was baffled by Fate - cleaved on Her altar And naysaid that grant, once and twice and e’er! Now time cometh To gather close these spirits of lore Noxious goddesses and deadened deities (troupes of acquainted company) ‘Til clement witnesses virtuously sneer Blades fro sheath clamorously cheer See, Dark Lord and Lady: My Dark Vengeance nigh to be! Now strenuously yield A sojourn snug, one jocund morn Ash fro mine hearth sternly rake’d ‘Til ardent flame coerced, doth crisp The frigid ice upon her lake IV. Seasons in absence “Until everything lost meaning and All and all and Colors faded to grey and Winter held her sway” Fallen snow Fro the sky in ashen specks To the frozen leaves upon my steps Moments of naught, to embrace I aught A slight to turn …for but a sot! Nay, I rise! Vassal on the prowl Yon the crypt o’my night Trembling lips to crooked fangs Shackles off, iron shod, breeding blight Twin empty orbs upon the tainted world Which empty has become Severance Vengeance is mine Acrid blood my veins doth flood And I shalt spawn that pest anon Afore indifferent hordes dissembled Whilst kin and I, back to back, blades aloft Slake apoplexy o’er Fate’s ascetic course Lips curled blue, yet see us smile Laughingly Aerily “Though love hath died And frost rims thick Upon the cherry bough” One less stalwart in thy court Foolish Fate, thou kenst me not! Plaguebearing fray, a daemon fey I shalt glean the Earth in endless dusk ‘Til I’ve slaked my thirst and wet my tongue Broken the fold o’my torment Slathered that theatre black Split the last coffin in two And my mournful rose Blooms anew One word And I shalt seize that fucking Fate by the throat And cast its tattering shape to the bottom of a cask -clasped in chains and sealed complete fast Chaos and Nihil for company My Dark Vengeance lastly be First flower of spring An unknown path to clear To the shriven river, whence I Cast down both daggers and fetters Strip skyclad ‘neath a warmer sun Lay my weary head ‘gainst the earth And lonely sigh To forfeit the bane o’romance And sleep seasons in absence To the death of Romance and the birth of a closer Kin Leave the sojourn path of Romance Thence only gleams that guilt to glore The procession of dancers dead Oneself to each self, though myriad they tread Fleeing fro truth uncast, unbound Aye, wouldst it free them? Wouldst it lay aghast the haunting, bleak past? Nay, say I, it is welt in unreflecting thought And adulterous sylphen corpses, white Adamant though virtue failed Us and Them and dear Earth together A set o’scarlet drops though we wept, O souls! Cruelty ‘twixt to thee, by loss and loe alone! Astricken to enact, like that of agony The fall from Grace and Ecstasy But thou forsaken Sires, thou tormented Widows Shun thy lonely crypts and clasp anon The bowers shut and chain’d and lock’d Ever forfeit these places of grand solitude Come, swarm in my vast circular hall! - by the score, and lay the mask of enemies To pits and bits of funeral fires - kin, we are lonely no more! Split the kegs, let it flow! Ruby red wine in taste and rich o’er our lips Blest apathetic, we are the Dark And laugh, waylaid to humble heavens Fro cold stone and hearts ne’er Canst quell the parched slumber Of shriven desire Black ribbon’d fae And t’would be thou, shadower That unveil’d and cast aside The sombre scarlet drapes, overhung - crimson gossamer, whilst I lay a-bed ‘Tween satin sheets repos’d whileas Thou unclasp’d the fetters of slumber And waken’d me, succubae, to thy deviltry… Ô, thou black ribbon’d fae Nightly clad, hued damask, Disrobing to garments fey, And myrrh incens’d witchery; Waylay me upon kisses fang’d! ‘Round my neck, clasp’d anon Fire, tightly flown desire wells Chiasm barely laps’d, enfoldeth In awe, to savour the dew o’thy spells And t’would be sweet ecstasy To slake our thirst, lapping absinthe lips; Curves oft concurred, and their taste, Circled, sought in sapphic draught Eddying, luring me in, ‘twixt into, Ascending ‘gainst thine waist Into depths, arcane spell’d And arched opalescence Of whispered moans – Mounting, blendeth And brazenly Climaxeth. Black Rose Dusk everlasting, blest shadowing nigh, Yon bleaker shores we trail’d our path – Adamant, to a tryst whence thy ivory waist My arms softly enfoldeth, O black rose! Unto thy ebon locks, a-trickling down Tears of rain so fall, Autumn to a close, Whilst kisses landeth e’er delicately, we – Hailing Winter laughingly, O black rose! Ruby pendants adorned, thou darkness laced, Silhouette witchery, fae of sombre glee – Up to the rim, a chalice filled in absinth To amber lips gently parted, O black rose! Aye, haunted groves didst trick our treats Witless wretches starkly spoil’d our feats For aught, say I, for all nightmares we dare hound! And chase away, being darker than they! Ghosts to wilt ‘ere we halt , and still Thou shalt have peace, O my beautiful, black rose When thee alone again shalt be, remember Drifting snows and a full moon in splendor Icy leys ‘twixt she held her sway And fro slanting rays, argent chose, Solace in thy gaze, O my blackened rose Amber Tucked near the hearth, my Amber Still, in the distance, we remember Cold waters wracked by winter Wreathed in emerald, beneath the ice As black trees bend their boughs low Down where shadows dare not go Laid to rest there ‘til we return Hence, our haven of such brilliance Unveiled upon a wonderful sight Endless dreams of one infinite night Laid there together ‘neath the fire A flame, a kiss and a promise Once winter is past, both raven and faerie Drink to thy health with wine and honey Whilst the florid grove doth spring Pearls of crystalline dawn upon the garden And did cast itself upon thy beauty My Amber ; running across the rain curtain With scarlet robes, a spark so lovely Myriad eyes merged into the open sea Whence thee offered one caress, so soft Hence, candles did writhe ; lovers sigh Thy fragrance still haunting the air As a spell too wondrous to linger – Nay, the Earth hath not seen a maiden so fair As the Amber who hath charmed me forever And smile but once, my Autumn Vast mountains, black skies and rivers wide Shall echo with mirth and laughter My precious Autumn, my one, say the word Swans shall flock where angels gather Woods shall ring with songs unheard Until they also remember – Peering through the looking glass Whence spirits fair, in ages past Grieved the most unnatural dearth ‘Til sunlight hath given you birth Black Aria, thrice spoken Last eve we bedded Woe Scarlet archlight on the walls - A faint, faint whisper Black, our venom Quoth She : " Graze me not " Whilst pale wrists She slit Quoth She : " Touch me yet 'Till scratched veins bleed dry 'Till my cup is fully drained And serpent tongues chant hoarse dismay... " BlackHeart, love me never Last morning, we huddled close Our dying mother 'midst rotting woods Ah, Her cold, cold caress - A kiss of sorrow Commiseration in mourning, we sought Black, our fate Quoth She : " Dawn hath died " Charmless sylphs sighed their song Quoth They : " Should such truth and beauty, From the Earth, pass utterly And cities' gleam reap forest green ? " BlackKindred, rise ! Fail Her not ... Yesterday we filled the streets Croaked Hate to dear and dreary - A loathsome march Discontent, the worms crawl, well nigh Black, our flag Quoth we, " Raise it high ! Haste this becoming, defiant roar Rape this crypt stone from stone 'Till silver towers in ruin lie 'Till dark blood gushes most clean ! " And we, the grim assembly, prevail at last BlackMarch, hark ! Never stop ! The Cherry Bough Darkness was a solemn refuge Pale orchid, my winter garden This, my broken, black armor Admitting woe, purple clouds gather Snowflakes on white, bloodless lips 'Tis only the breeze, or sister screams War hath reaved and rant cry and cheer Thus kneeling to the frozen earth Pray for one last kiss Though emptiness rakes the forest And sad children echo lost chants Though love hath died And frost rims thick Upon the cherry bough Post-human technoculture whores Drowned out potomaniacal fucken TALKERS Minutes astricken strangling atremble Jesting plastic shells: Say All about dead babies, brain tumors and tentacle-rape Punchlines b-rated’n’witty’n’hollow Let me conceive Instant hyperspeed Jacked in overload complete: The facelessness of true Civilisation Apologetic whelp, Babble aplenty your landfill gallery Trash fetish galore a-clinker Junk of yore bootleg commodity Post-human subculture whitenoise Spectacled pieces of technoshit! The byproducts of social engineering You call taste Über Über, and more for you dash/cretins Oh yawn, yawn if you’re bored! More, more! Make that level! Post that reply! See if anything cares And twitch endlessly, Azerty-qwerty to bland keyboard grind Twin pale orbs crackle and bleed After something you’ll never find Asocial drones, neck neatly noosed In a World Wide Web For the knot is coated in cum And slipping fast Zero one one zero one zero one Wonder why, then Why I refuse culture Why I’m not entertained Why we don’t connect And look To each absence I trace To the ghostly song I never raced For the Haunt is on And presence itself shall speak in silence The second we cease to talk When that lesson in alienation Must finally cease to begin “Delete yourself You’ve got no chance to win” The Lady of the Sea Stood still, the Lady of the Sea Lost in the midst of passions wed Her crystal beauty ; dear water faery And I I am the darkness you most fear, Patient, Silent. Rocks and drops clash and spur Cloud of regret upon us both Stood she, proud Lady of the Sea Thoughts forming sheer atrocity Did Luna smile ? Still I doubt Oceanborn though she was She sought to cleave the unspoilt day By unnamed treachery, and yet I croaked Raven wings would fly no more, Betrayed, Dismayed. Condemned with awe, lovers saw A most frigid sun slain beyond the Sea Night time did yell And I I am the daemon you shunned, Poisoned, Dead. A Lady in woe cast fell blows Lain naked in cold sheets, she wept and grievedv Blunt refusal of one last false act Faint whispers in a faithless eve, Blackened, Wracked. Such decadent tears, such elegant dance Wept she : “t’was the most beautiful romance” And so proud, this maiden listened at naught Oh, puce lament, my One ! Forfeit thy innocence ! Harken, for I, I am the poet whose verse you erased The bright swan whose feathers turned black The darkness your delicate shadow doth cast, Patient, Silent, Defiant. French Poetry Vertige Vingt millions de subjectivités dans une seule prison Mégapole solide comme la pierre La nuit, les murailles éclairées on les voit de l’espace Y tomber, sentir leur sueur, boire leur misere Intoxiqué de leur désir de vivre Vertige, la terre s’écroule sous ce stupide poids Et nous tombons a precher des campagnes deja pleines Nous tombons a secouer le béton de la mégapole Vertige, les calculs surchauffent la raison et tuent l’espoir Vertige, souffle court, et on étouffe les yeux grand ouverts Lorsqu’on ne saura plus vers quel idéologue se tourner Les statistiques insoutenables, et la bourgeoisie justifiée Nous apprenons à craindre ce que nous sommes devenus Trop de souffrance pour quelques coeurs ouverts La liberté nous amène au front, vertige Le pouvoir ne se laisse pas tomber Il retient les subjectivités dans l’assujettissement Elles crevent de soif, elles crevent de faim Vertige On boit du vin qui goute l’automne Et dans nos sourires, dans nos larmes Dans notre enfer Il faut bien decouvrir Comment fendre la pierre Théâtre du Soleil Pourpre Mal Fortune ouvre les rideaux ; Le spectacle de la cité du soleil pourpre Nihil entame une valse hilarante Les nuages se scindent en pleurs Les gouttes remontent vers le Createur La narratrice n'écoute pas ce qu'elle dit Et nous sommes des brins d'herbe mortes Achevés par l'Histoire Ferme tes paupieres, avance un peu ! Ailleurs il faut que ce soit mieux Mal Fortune ignore le nom de sa chanson ... coupée au dernier verset Cruauté prend son tour aux dés Avance, cours, fuit ! Ignore un peu ! Sur la scene de la cité au soleil pourpre Nos charme d'ivoires se veulent confis Nous conquérons une baronne Rubis Et seul le récit nous affranchi Le luxe de l’oubli Harpe desaccordée et clavecin faux Cette danse macabre autour du drame Automne, arrache la tristesse de cet été Pure saison, ne viendras-tu pas ? Automne, ne viendras-tu pas Laver mon passé de ton froid Et baigner l’aube dans tes feux Automne écarlate, mon seul voeu Aux lacs incandescents, aux bois charmants Courte inspiration du petit matin frais Et ce thé qui goute les feuilles mortes Son parfum lorsqu’elle valse Le satin blanc de l’Aube Noire Maintes caresses d’une peau de flamme À sa gorge, la toute premiere neige Oh bel automne, Delivre moi au plus grand Amour Parce que la morsure est encore en moi Mon esprit se broie de massacres exquis Trahit encore une fois, je me rappelle Automne, permet moi le luxe de l’oubli J’irai vers elle, lueur d’étoile sous orbe d’onyx Pour que l’hiver tremble sous ma fougue Lame de rubis contre la levée de la nuit Espoir infaillible, douce saison des bois Automne rouge, automne fable Hors d’un été las, ne viendras-tu pas ? Le mot de la Fin … Regarde le monde brûler dans le ciel Attends toujours Un tour viendra Et ce ne sera pas le tient Nous ignorons encore le mot de la fin Mais Agonie sera l’épitaphe Et Meurtre sera le theme Aux funérailles de notre adolescence Les étoiles vont mouiller leurs larmes Et nous pointer du doigt … Rêve au matin où le soleil Se levera du mauvais pied Jouis des brulures acides de la foi Fable divine ; nous enfantons des démons Qui vivrons plus vieux encore Glorifiés par viol et pollution Nous ne sommes plus rien Et le silence Rira le dernier Jardin d’automne Peinture vivante dans un cadre blanc C’est le portrait de mon jardin d’automne Feuilles mortes valsant dans la brise, au-delà … cette beaute n’épargne personne Au puit, le reflet est un miroir argenté Son visage dans les eaux, un sourire glacé Un flocon de neige à chuter sur sa joue Beaute givrée ; gorge blanche et main gantée Portrait d’un verger de clandestine romance Branches denuées à danser sous le ciel d’onyx Chrysanthèmes sechées à ses poignets Orchidees à ses pieds, la rafale se lève Et elle souffle son unique pensée Au puit, les eaux se cristallisent peu à peu Et doucement la neige tombe tout autour Un rideau blanc sur notre théâtre Les fleurs se couvrent d’un épais sommeil Et ses yeux luisent dans l’oracle hivernal Mysterieuse, elle s’avance Silencieuse, elle offre Un chaste baiser au jardin d’automne Une beauté qui n’épargne personne Dans le cadre en frêne blanc La fresque de mes vingt ans Ivresse Marcher dix-huit lunes Sans dessein dessous Mais peut-être Pour l’élusive caresse d’un foyer ardent Qui change sans cesse de visage Ta course essoufflée après ce merle blanc De pierre en pierre, d’esprit en corps Alors que tu distances dix-huit milles Oiseaux multicolores Là sous le cypres noir d’un jardin d’hiver Ivresse erigée contre le ciel d’ivoire Et son manteau d’écorce traîne a terre Ouvert sur sa gorge pâle, si pâle Ricaneuse, elle souffle « Qui veut m’aimer encore ? » Car à ses pieds Gisent trois corbeaux morts Les funérailles Sans passion, ne va nulle part Mais d’être à l’aise d’une question sans réponse C’est un moment sans espace qui nous loge Je ne sais plus creuser vers le haut Et me lasse d’être nargué Iras-tu planter des fruits sur les arbres ? Espoir du jour ou solitude d’Hécate, meurt le midi Souffrance insoutenable, attente de l’impossible infidèle Patience pour une Aube qui ne viendra pas ! Sur des cendres chaudes les rêves s’appuient Mais le présent précipice est l’instant de la chute Nous espérons que le monde malade Riant, se relève Mais sommes v êtus de noir Pour ses funerailles. Amarante Desir – la danse amarante Des fleurs bleues et le chant des corbeaux Murmures en prose d’une fougue incandescente Et je m’incline, creature merveille Le ciel à vos yeux, une marée aux lèvres Et cette lune d’automne À la pâleur De votre cou Ensorceler de murmures sans mots Feindre au loin pour etre enfin Je vous saurais Coudre avec les aiguilles arrachées du Temps Aimer comme la brise aime le vent Jusqu’aux ocres berges de l’Ailleurs Lever l’encre de nos chansons Hisser ces voiles noirs Et briser les vagues Plein front Scotch, canicule et peine d'amour La futilité de fixer la pensée en parole est la meme qui l'empeche de vehiculer toute emotion; au troisieme soupire on oserait croire qu'on se rapproche de quelque sens qui puisse éradiquer l'agonie entre nos tempes, mais non, il ne restera des anciens amoureux que le regret des souvenirs et la morsure de la séparation. Donnez aux peintres des pinceaux, aux sculpteurs de la glaise, aux écrivains du Cioran et aux photographes des morceaux de pavé; en ressors aucun ne saura calmer la peine de l'abandon. Videz le scotch, drainez l'absinthe et cuvez le vin: crystallisez la souffrance en stase - en puit vertical - mais le lendemain attend déjà les dents serrées, il sait plus que vous ce que coúte l'acte inexorable du devenir. L'humilité n'est ni une leçon ni une donnée, elle est stricte conséquence. Mais je pleures pour chaque tete baissée, chaque paupiere enflée; j'embrasserais chacune de ces larmes si mes lèvres n'étaient pas si douces et affamées. À qui sait cueillir le drame, à qui sait coiffer l'ennui mortel de la canicule, je lève un verre sale gorge d'envie, souhaitant un jour devenir la proie de la merveilleuse stupidité des nuages qui filent. Parce qu'il n'y a pas de réconciliation sans coút, et il n'y a pas de coút sans conséquence. Ce monde fétide n'arrête jamais de dégringoler. Il n'y a aucun sursis, nulle part où fuir et certainement aucune condition pré-existante de sérénité. Dites-moi donc encore que ce que nous ne pouvons trouver, il faut le créer. Savez-vous par quels chemins emmelés je croule de fatigue? Pouvez-vous éteindre la Civilisation un seul jour, que je respires!? Sans nom Un champ de chrysanthemes et lilas Au fleuve éternel du moment présent Oh, vin de la révolte ! Saoule moi de mes mortels vetements Ouvre les battants du monde nouveau Célebré par la destruction du temps ! Monologue pour l’Hydre (une reconnaissance de guerre à l’Éternel-Retour) Je suis La mauvaise place Et le mauvais moment D’un océan à l’autre, berge verte ou grise L’hydre pérenne vient vomir sur mes plages Tête sur tête, vague par-dessus vague Année après année Absurde, dira-t-elle, et je rigole Réelle, par contre, et je pleure Parce que le vide est, surtout Et que je n’habite nulle part - le problème Réside dans l’hypostase L’altérité aliénée, qui me répète sans cesse Qu’elle existe et que cela lui suffit Que ce monde est bien tel qu’il est Qu’il faut aimer la rance teinte et consommer Sans jamais protester Et l’hydre déjecte en bâcle Elle nous enterre en parlant plus fort « Tout Tout va bien TOUT EST EN ORDRE » Plages après vague après berge après année - écume en vers - (les esclaves adorent leurs chaînes, ils m’en parlent souvent et je dois conclure que c’est d’une importance capitale pour eux d’empiler ce savoir en ce qu’il en retourne : documenter ce flot continue d’épouvantables novatrices) Plages grises sur vertes par-dessus vagues après année - bile en prose - (sur commande jusqu’à l’insatisfaction, cycle en rengaine et ces serviles imbéciles qui sont juste assez savants pour construire des pièges mais pas assez pour tomber dedans : ils ont fixé le tube de vidange de ce côté-ci de l’existence, je te jure que tu peux me croire que tu vas voir la quantité de cochonneries dont le 21e siècle va se chauffer pour être prêt à s’armer, il y en aura de toutes les saveurs, promis juré) Et vague sur tête, tête par-dessus vague Année après année après année J’erre sur la côte des tristesses Je campe les spleens avec joie Je reste la mauvaise minute du mauvais lieu Ennemi du cours commun Dissonance dans l’aise Je ne serai jamais à ma place Cruel, puisque je préfère qu’on marche Cynique, puisque j’écoute pour vrai Terrible, puisque je me dois bien d’exister Et de tout, tout détruire D’accord Il faudra répéter À l’envers et à l’endroit La dialectique du milieu À la mauvaise heure Du mauvais moment : Il n’y aura pas de réconciliation Lyrics (From The Bloody Band) Outre-tombe Somewhere in the park beside the cemetery Through the fog I swear I saw some zombies I know you wouldn’t believe me But darling can’t you see They’re coming through the trees Come on get the chainsaw We’re not alone They’re coming home Them sack o’bones Now hungry roam (Boy) That bite looks pretty vicious I bet the thing’s infectious We’ll have to chop it off Come on get the chainsaw We’re all alone Goddamn the phone Them sack of bones Are right at home This ain’t no voodoo mama They’re thousands out to get’cha Why would you be so hasty Boy these brains look tasty We’re not alone We’re not alone We’re not alone We’re not alone Necropolis Hasten thee now Time is running out Black skies abroad Hear the sirens shout The police fled the Chrysalis the birth of this Necropolis City of the Dead All systems shocked every gate locked one corporate swine on the headline Every paper read Buildings tumble down Crashing to the ground Burn fire burn Let the maggots learn Pray preachers pray Hope will not return “The virus spread” the TV said but bliss became Necropolis City of the Dead And as white flowers bloom on blood their perfume smells of Ecstasy Now that Nature’s free Bridges to the sea Dark Age deviltry To eternity Marian (the merry feast) Marian, Marian my dear Have I seen you rising from Your grave, last night, screaming for revenge How could you – it’s still so strange but - Oh, my dear Don’t you fear For now I know You must be hungry so go and eat Like a zombie! – but not me - take this priest instead And feast - again - until they’re all dead ! The Banker, The Landlord, The Pope, and Mr. President, his wife, his mom, his cats and dogs and - Now my dear We just feel so jolly So happy Our bellies full and Merry – go, we’ll find some policemen to grind And, I swear, there’s no crime in there Dracul Ex Mortis For aeons have I slept One promise have I kept Enshrouded in my tomb And I have dreamt of night A million shades of dark The Dragon and his mark Awaiting to return For mortals do not know The legend of the one Forgotten long ago My castle on the hill The sun is shining still The river runs in flood (The) wolves cry out my name All growling ‘round insane They’re howling out in vain Their master is asleep A coffin as his bed Tormented in the deep Restless as the dead In the dark Waiting for a sign For when the stars align The sun no longer shines A gothic masquerade Whose music never fades A bloody morn is near An eternity of fear Ordo Dracul Ex Mortis (My) castle on the hill (The) moon is shining still The rivers runs with blood Hence I shall rise again And once they hear my name They’ll run about in vain In the dark The Dragon and his mark For aeons have I slept One promise have I kept A bloody dawn is here An eternity of fear Nuclear Baby (written with Benoit Massé) Nuclear Baby Where are we now? Atomic Lady Where are we now? Beware – radiation Beware - the highway men Don’t stop - if your tank is full Apocalyptic doom But I still want to live With or without you Desperately alone I’m inventing you Nuclear Baby Who are we now? Atomic Lady Who are we now? I’ve seen - hordes of mutants I’ve seen – the blood on my hands Don’t stop – they’re right on our tail Two hundred miles to go Cause I still want to live I’m down to seven shells And if you don’t believe (Then) Save one for yourself Nuclear Baby Where are you now? Atomic Lady Where are you now? The Final Nights Come join the Masquerade Taste the newly slain From the gift of Caine Though virtue bled There shall not be Rest for the dead These must be the final nights Give us blood to ease the pain Kindred smile at the Embraced Won’t you play this Mass-charade Drink this blood Lilith came to me at dusk White-draped as she must Prey for vampire lust How to deny This milk-white neck These purple veins Gorged upon the gift of Caine Though the end is coming near And our ancestors appear Could this be the reckoning The final nights… Carmella (a ghoul's point of view) Just beyond there’s a Cathedral where’s my Lovely Carmella Mistress of the night Singing day and night How she hates the light When comes the dusk She makes a fuss Laughing she plays Showered in blood Carmella Carmella Carmella Whom everyone despises Why do they take the stake? They’ve never seen her eyes But she knows I’ll be true This coffin’s (brand) new There’s (even) room for two Oh Carmella – My darkest love – my Bloody Carmella – my Black rose forever ‘n’ever Carmella Carmella Carmella Bitten White snow fell upon Transylvania All through the grim woods of Valacchia Eight men strong along the path Onward in single file Rifles out in hand Oh, hunting for the beast One bitten by the wolf One stricken by the curse A full moon in disguise – oh Won’t we ever find the beast Who came along this trail Should mortal men avail A full moon in disguise A fool’s quest in demise We must avenge the child It once stole in the night The raging storm has gathered now Werewolves all around now – they cry The moon is shining high Silver like these fangs of theirs Silver like these tears of mine Silver like these bullets Streaming down… Chthulu Ftagen Running down from Arkham town To flee the brilliance of the sun As I alone now hold the key To waken forth the sleeping Ancient One Who’s dreaming N’haunting Rising around you Waiting Watching Oh can’t you see I was just a little boy When the Black Man first came to me And now I stand upon that hill And chant the words of wicked blasphemy Ja Ja Chtulhu Ftagen All hail Oh well This is the end You can scream and turn away But Shoggoth slime will catch you on And Chtulhu brought his spawn today Shub-Niggurath, Yog-Sothoth (and) Dagon Ja Ja Chtulhu Ftagen All hail Oh yeah This is the end All hail Oh yeah This is the end Down in the well that color fell And Charly Ward's been shot to hell You know there's nowhere left to flee We see him rising from the sea All hail Oh yeah This is the end All hail Oh yeah This is the end Ligeia Such malice does rise Behind your dark eyes Ligeia Your pale hand in mine Bloodlines intertwined Poisoned vine Lady Ligeia Untouched by fear Forbidden lore All through the years Fiercely explored And what did we learn For what did your yearn Ligeia So swiftly fell ill She who bound me still Ligeia Demon in my view Felt impending Death And with her last breath Ligeia Said men never yields To angels unless (By) The weakness Of his feeble will So by the Rhine Alongside my new bride Wasted my days Consumed in an opium haze This one died much to my surprise And I saw familiar darkness rise behind her eyes How could my demise Wear such a disguise Ligeia (Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's novel of the same title) Anarchy (Never Compromise) Modern man so civilized Thinks himself so fucken wise Peons line up mobilized Eager to get atomized Break the gates Smash the State Ecstasy Anarchy Labor flag technology Gulags for you and for me Fascists loose now stumping boots Pretty soon to feel the noose Rebel now Primal now Chaos now Black Flag now Cash for this and cred for that Mister this and misses that Bullshit lies for every why Like morning talk-show chit-chat Disseminate Appropriate Organize Vandalize Fuck the chairman of the board Drive a hole and take his hoard Spread the plunder, arm the poor Move onward to the next lord Don’t believe them Left and Right Don’t believe their lies Break the system left and right No devils gods and masters or Ideology We aim for true liberty Revolutionize Anti-civilise Freedom in your eyes Never compromise Interstellar (Spaceship Fever) Function override Alpha-terminal five Auto drive ignite Nothin’ out in sight Cruisin’ aimlessly Through this endless night Interstellar Interstellar dream Get me the fuck out o’here Spaceship fever Spaceship horror now My boat is lost anyhow Systems terminate Comms deactivate Catching up with fate All this high-tech gear (So) fashionably queer Serves no purpose here Interstellar Interstellar dream Tearin’ up at the seams (Oh) Supernova I’m gonna reach’ya Put an end to this scene Rig that console right Settin’ the final course Drivin’ this freighter whole Into that black hole Laughing out of fright Laughing out of sight Through this endless night Highway 66 Ridin’ in the south, yeah Ridin’ way down in the south Got me six pack, six shot N’ six rotten corpses, yeah Dear ah dread ah reckon no Marlene cook me up a dingo Brew me moonshine from potatoes Inbred meat-fed yankee-o Highway 66 66 Dear ah done no beckon no ‘Got this one lass outta gas Marvin sing it to the banjo Fry her ass on the oven brass (oh yeah!) Cannibal fantastical Yankee killing spree Got Bless that scorching weather Ah’got Winchester fever Highway 66 66 Cousin Vern's got stuff to learn Cross-eyed, mute and mighty shy Damn straight yearns to make ya burn Human fried sweet jerky style! Yahoos, hicks n' fatty bubba Bourbon drench mah jackyl stench Halleluja, amen yee-ha Sugar bun, go fetch mah shotgun It's harvest time in Texas Bless this Holy Chainsaw Students ripe for the reapin' I love screamin' in the mornin' Highway 66 666 Daily Dead Blessed shadows Haunted gallows Suddenly appear (All) churches empty The cemetery Sheds some dewy tears Think I kinda like it here Come now Paddy Why so lonely Won’t you league with me Graveyard robbing Ceaseless digging Darkly clad and free Now you’ll never be alone Will’o’the wisp A nightly tryst (The) witching hour’s come The dead are my friends Though grim for some (They) make one hell of a band And they’ll see me through the end Shriven instead All done and said Heed the daily dead (So) take a gander (The) tombstones yonder And just come over We will roam here forever We will sing here forever Playing’ for the daily dead (Oh yeah) Playing for the daily dead! |
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