BLACK SESSIONS (1991)

SHADES OF A DREAM

I lost my way... in some sweet forest...
As nightime fell... I feel my sex beat

Such a scaring place... where bitches lurk...
Unicorn sleeps... and lion hunts

Morning came, vanished my fears...
Crowned with bay-leaf...
Virgil guided my hand !

Sun seven circles... sinners twisting...
We left this kingdom... headed another one !

Virgil and I... we climbed dark cliffs...
Virgil and I... we've crossed rivers on fire...
We've crossed rivers on fire...
Fire !

In a creeping crowd... I lost my shade...
My body's screaming... such a dying man !

Virgil and I... we climbed dark cliffs...
Virgil and I... we've crossed oceans on fire...
We've crossed rivers on fire...
Fire !

We are the shades of a dream !
We are the shades of a dream !!
Many shadows, many souls...
Many shadows...
Wandering...


ANGELS OF TV

I like to sleep all day long,
When angels of TV come my way
Whispering to my ears words like shells,
To relax my mind and cool my nerves... (x2)

I try to remember what angels say !! (x2)

Oh, when my angels take me away, never I cry, never I smile
It's a deadly squeeze and call, at the gate of hundred pains...

When angels are gone I feel so sad...
I search for your body (body !) on through the dark...
But the bed is blank and the flat too...
And I wonder why ? Angels will be back soon...

Well, I like to sleep all day long,
When angels of TV come my way, come my way...
Whispering to my ears words like shells,
To relax my mind and cool my nerves...

I try to remember what angels say !! (x2)

Oh, when my angels take me away, never I cry, never I smile
It's a deadly squeeze and call, at the gate of hundred pains...

And I try to remember what angels say !! (Sensations dans la fume noire)
And I try to remember what angels say !! (Sensations dans la fume noire)...


LES HOMMES DE PIERRE

Les hommes de pierre... fidèles reflets d'hiver...
Profonds et sages... se changeront en miel...

Vieilles fleurs fânées... cherchant l'essence de l'être...
And a love that lasts forever...

Les hommes de pierre... ont aussi un coeur...
Qui saigne...
Qui saigne...

Qui vibre... et percussionne... au rythme de nos peines...

Je ferme les yeux, le monde s'écroule...
L'extérieur se recroqueville, en un point unique et secret...
Les images mentales sont nombreuses et provocantes...
Muses aux ressources inépuisables...
Qui dansent ! Dansent ! Qui dansent !!!

Regardez-les dormir... leurs yeux aveugles ont les yeux de l'esprit...
Les élues sont rares... les vagues font rage...
Regardez-les vieillir... leur esprit se perd dans les tourments...
Les coeurs sont noirs, les statues croulent, l'incertitude rigole...

Sweet paranoia !!!