I travelled with long bodies picturing me as a snail
odd traces of my shadow behind
I remember how my voice sounded
when slipping around every endangered place
and hang myself on your widowed memory
like a sad silence
no anger should I feel
nor any distance from me while my shell breaks
but mutual thirst
when you come and say I pray for a new son
you're sweet but not perfect
or maybe perfectly sweet
although being perfect
is never entirely sweet
thus you are not perfect
but surely sweet
fooling me’nto believing
you're sweetingly perfect
while perfecting the art
of never being sweet
touche-moi
en animant tout le parcours
dans les silences de ta peau
jusqu'au bout des couleurs
l'ensemble hérite chaque structure
bien plus que les rêves des enfants perdus
le chemin s'ouvre pour ce nouvel outil du jeu promis
dans cette chambre verte où poussent tes effleurements
lorsque nous créons d'autres jeux
aux ombres et lumières lisses
sur les murs étincelants
yesterday i learned that blonde people
with blue eyes kill too
it was a surprise as we always knew that
a third of europe and a quarter of america
is populated with this angelic tribe
a sort of human barbie
who doesn’t kill and only do good
for them even the sex is painless and ethereal
but yesterday we learned that blonde people
kill too
There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss
Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain
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