Lyrics : Face A
Contemporary reference to Ronald Reagan's election to office.
The velvet underground meets the takeover of Beverly Hills.
A rocky requiem to pop art.
Peaceful transition of power.
Welcome to the 1980's.
In Andy Warhol’s factory
(eight days a week)
Assembly line of victory
Time is so meek
Workers in computer design
Plain like a screen
Projecting Andy’s handy signs
In the machines
Plastic folklore
Take the hold-all
This song’s function’s extreme unction to
Andy Warhol
Lonesome cowboy
Because the day of maturity’s drawn near
The mechanism’s run down
In Andy Warhol’s factory
(eight days a week)
The Master seems so unhappy
Tired and weak
After the power and glory
Why does he cry
Why he’s losing his dignity
Why must he die
Andy Darling
Shooting – starring
Overfulfilled the plan but the Sun
Keeps on shining
Keeps on rising
On the top of the pop heaven each day
We’re gonna be flying
In Andy Warhol’s factory
(eight days a week)
Multiplicated destiny
Chic of the myth
It’s nineteen-eighty-one again
Year number one
See West coast promptly won the game
Thy kingdom’s gone
So long, darling
It’s the parting
Probably it’s the last song about
Andy Darling
Horsing – riding
The fusion of mass realities is done
One culture and one fiction
Dream factory
Save your story
Underground will be nationalized
And the judgment’s
That the fast trend
Society of time pioneers will be
Part of the empire
And you darling
Keep on smiling
We will remember and fête you on
Eight days of the week
Fallen angel ebels against the powers of exploitation.
Atonal lamentation of the immortal slave.
Harmonious declaration of a breach of trust.
A captivating number of afterpunk artistry.
Sam Cooke in new style.
Each day I rise, each day I fall
Sad resurrection, no light at all
No arms to the struggle, no voice in the void
Ne flight in the valley, no cheers for the horde
Materiality, breeding in space
The mirror is broken, I can’t see my face
I walk like a spectre, gasping for breath
I’m consuming reason, I digest my death
Metareality, no auspicious sign
No cure for the blindness, they can’t see their crime
I’m going to the river, I’ll resort to force
I keep sowing the flag, I have no free choice
Refr.:
Carry on - I feel ready to drop
Carry out - I’ll play until you stop
Each day I start, each day I end
Self-preservation, no gold in the sand
No drug for the madness, no peace of the mind
No escape from freedom, no ease of the grind
Disability glare, we live in a dream
Anything may happen, you control the scene
Everything’s sacred, everything’s vain
Give me a compass, I’m missing the aim
I give you all my time, I give you my brains
I’m wearing your glory, I’m wearing your chains
I do what you tell me to do, I’ve got no own life
Am I still not mature, how big is your price
Refr.:
Each day I pray, each day I cry
Shallow redemption, no sense to try
No credit for the damned, no change in the air
No spring on the alley, the deal is not fair
Disoriented refugee's subrealist serenade to our lady.
A christmas carol of hope and deliverance.
Militant swing with etherial atmospherics.
An identity crisis saved the bells.
Dedicated to the queen of Paris.
Woman, behold your son
Thorny branch on his crown
Got no kingdom, just his syndrome
Thy will be done
I’m probably risen
But out of season
I am depressed, I am despised
I am freezin'
Mary, mother of time
I call you from the shrine
Can you hear me, can you feel me
I hope you're fine
Nineteen eighty's gone
It's christmas eve in town
Silver full moon, any day now
I’m thirty one
Notre dame, queen of Paris
Ground zero of release
You saw my tears, you know my fears
Send me a kiss
Notre dame, queen of Paris
Gothic symbol of release
You know my fears, you saw my tears
Give me the bliss
Tell me I am not mad
Tell me I am not dead
Tell me rumors, tell me secrets
Erase my head
Rose clock in setting sunlight
Mass for Europe, my bride
Orion clue, close encounter
Nite flights with guide
Fifteenth of february
Sart of the horlogy
Phase correction, shifted birthday
My mind got free
August of seventy-nide
Ascension day – bread and wine
Kindling candle with my mother
Under his sign
Notre dame, queen of Paris
Ground zero of release
You saw my tears, you know my fears
Send me a kiss
Notre dame, queen of Paris
Gothic symbol of release
You know my fears, you saw my tears
Give me the bliss
Now I'm wholly alone
But see they rolled back the stones
The temple's bright – holy midnight
I’m coming home
Oh my lady
Veteran spy's ode to his figurative bride.
A bridge over the troubled waters of history.
A trashy track of sterile kitsch with the vainglory of the past.
Treason to the world unites the star-crossed lovers.
European way of life.
Kneeling in my Sunday best
My medals pinned on my chest
See-saw and merry-go-round
Children play on the playground
European way of life
Give me your hand, be my wife
Doubleplushappy and bright
Jerusalem in hot light
Tangerine dreams of the blast, alright
We’re gonna taste vintage wine tonight
Heretic ## Sabbath-breaker ## Last Rite
Never, never stay alive
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fascist blum
The oath cannot be done
I kiss you in the sundown
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fascist blum
The oath cannot be done
I kiss you in the sundown
Alliance for a new style
Will make the future worthwhile
Barefoot on fragments of glass
Pilgrimage to shattered pasts
Apollo’s nailed to the time
Isis is killed, what a crime
Back to the Moon at Noontide
Won’t take again the wrong flightµ
Slippin’ and slidin’ around, no blame
We’re gonna change the infernal game
The wind is acid ## Bring me the flame
Kill me, kill me in the rain
Sweet Anna rank
Pardon, I'm a rolling drunk
The truth cannot be untongued
Oh yeh, Wedding feast up front
Sweet Anna rank
Pardon, I'm a rolling drunk
The truth cannot be untongued
Oh yeh, Wedding feast up front
Alliance for a new style
Will make the future worthwhile
Barefoot on fragments of glass
Pilgrimage to shattered pasts
Apollo’s nailed to the time
Isis is killed, what a crime
Back to the Moon at Noontide
Won’t take again the wrong flight
Slippin’ and slidin’ around, no blame
We’re gonna change the infernal game
The wind is acid ## Bring me the flame
Kill me, kill me in the rain
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fucking punk
The song cannot be unsung
Together forever young
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fucking punk
The song cannot be unsung
Together forever young
European way of life
Give me your hand, be my wife
Doubleplushappy and bright
Jerusalem in hot light
Apollo’s nailed to the time
Isis is killed, what a crime
Back to the Moon at Noontide
Won’t take again the wrong flight
A sentimental journey through the mirror of Lilith. Evoking ray bradbury’s martian chronicles. Hypnotic drum pattern in the space of bass. The unmitigated pathos of inevitable damnation. Time is over.
I saw her in the mirror of Lilith
Long before she’d ultimately split
I couldn’t make a move to stop the fall
Her genome could not resist the call
We were the last couple from Mars
Guided by the stars
Enlightened and frightened
So far away
Beyond love and hate
Pulled by the strings of fate
Immortal and ageless
We were alone
Out on our own
Searching for a home
The City of Eden
I was not an ordinary guy
Everything I told her was a lie
I sucked her blood and I sold her flesh
I treated her like sacrificial trash
We were a solitary pair
Expelled in the air
Desolate and despised
So long ago
Before birth and death
Until our final breath
Trustworthy and faithful
We were the one
Orphans of the sun
Devoted to none
The Socialist Kingdom
She was not a sentimental girl
No promises could dumbfound her
She was made my soul sister in sin
We were persuaded we shall win
We were the niggers of the world
Shuffled off the herd
Mystified and disguised
So down below
Between dark and bright
We never stopped to fight
Resolute and armored
We made the grade
Against the cascade
The picture won’t fade
Time is over
I conjure you Lilith and your friends
Release her and restore our romance
CHORUS:
Angel of death and wife of Satan
LILITH BEGONE
In Nomine Domini, Amen.
Lyrics Face B
Reactionary allusion to "belsen was a gas".
Catering the emotionally lost between cold wave and renaissance.
The ultimate love song the centuries.
A very optimistic duette with an enchanted melody.
Return to the white hole of consonance.
Engram in the whirlpool
Hologram in the mind
Return to the white hole
We try it every night
Nuclear infection
Memory of the Space
Genetic reflection
Light program in the race
Endless mass production
Star system, human time
Order of the function
Who are you? what’s your line?
I am a man
Yyou are a woman
I am the he
You are the she
WE are two poles
WE are two roles
Come on to dance
Give life a sense
Classified and coded
We live here in the sphere
Humble and devoted
Revolving in low gear
Stuck onto the surface
Clung to the Gravity
From workshop to worship
We serve the Trinity
I am a male
Yyou are a female
I am the noon
You are the moon
We are lovers
We are rebirth
Kiss me and cry
Help me to die
Energy redemption
Led astray by the snake
Punitive dimension
Sentenced to make and break
Slowly revolution
Twelve electron levels
Lonely evolution
Either now or never
Holy reproduction
Gulls teach you how to fly
Sunrise on the ocean
Look through the tiger’s eye
Peace in the world
Love was the world
Now it's too late
We're sold to fate
Please stay my drive
Please share my strife
Please save my dreams
Please keep me clean
Give me your time
I’ll give you mine
Now we are one
Now we're not wrong
I’m by your side
You are my bride
And on one day
We'll find the way
Dawn of the last day in a symbolic scenery.
Electro-acoustic fanfares announce the judgement.
A metallic gospel of rebirth with a positively romantic overtone.
Mounting ardor culminates in slick crescendo.
The lure of eternity.
The disco's door are open
We're standing in the light
Grown less but still unbroken
Survivers of the night
The waiter brings the champain
Just in the case of sun
Starting the holy campain
The lamb takes back the crown
You will see his eyes
You will know he cries
Silent victory of the skies
You’ll get what you earn
When he shall return
Free step to heaven or you’ll burn
Refr.: Reincarnation
Nuclear ration
End of damnation
Salvation
Peace be with you girls
No more hell on earth
Love is god
And god loves rebirth
Day of the final selection
Animals in the ray
We will get satisfaction
As the flesh glows away
The times have stopped a'changing
Enter the space machine
The globe is quickly aging
But we shall leave the scene
Hemisphere full of tension
We've been dancing so long
Ascend the sixth's dimension
An angel sings the song
I will hold your hand
See this is my land
It’s a brand new world, not the end
You’ll forget your name
You’ll forget your game
You’ll be me and we’ll be the same
Refr.: #&#
Ballad of the disappointed leader of the solitary.
A transcendent monologue of heretic protest.
Symphonic darkwave with an ambient drone effects.
Jazzy Gothica beyond trend and genre.
Heroic refusal of the mission impossible.
Disengaged, disinformed, discarded – where have I come
Where is my dignity
Where is my sanctity
Where has eternity gone
(and) I don’t want to rise
Don’t want to pay the price
(and) I don’t want to fight
For my subhuman right
Rejected, afflicted, tormented – what is the deal
What is my temptation
What is my damnation
What was the redemption spiel
(and) I don’t want to please
Don’t want to strip to tease
(and) I don’t want to rock
Around the doomsday clock
Excluded, exiled, expired – when did I fall
I did my all-time best
I took the war-crime test
I had no respite at all
(and) I don’t want to lead
Don’t want to breed and bleed
(and) I don’t want to save
The noble and the brave
Unwanted, unneeded, unbeloved – why was I born
I am phylogenic
I am apathetic
I am an ascetic boy
(and) I don’t want to win
Don’t want to cease to sin
(and) I don’t want to kiss
The poisonous lips of bliss
Mortified, ridiculed, outlawed – how will it end
Will I be defeated
Will I be deleted
Will I be able to stand
(and) I don’t want to prove
Don’t want to make a move
(and) I don’t want to know
Who is running the show
An impervious dialogue between a servant and his master.
Discomforting cruelty versus the survival of the unfit.
An ironic allegory of the human condition.
Boris Vian trumpets set to heavy industrials background.
A sonic tribute to william blake.
A question of innocence
A question of pride
A question of dominance
A question of stride
I’ve never been a soldier
Never touched a gun
I’ve never been a sailor
Never seen the Sun
But I'd like to
Refr.:
“Worm of sixty winter” (4X)
A question of preference
A question of trust
A question of decadence
A question of lust
I’ve never been a lover
Never fucked a goat
I’ve never been a mother
Never cast a vote
But I'd like to
Refr.
A question of evidence
A question of faith
A question of elegance
A question of hate
I’ve never been a worker
Never laid a brick
I’ve never been a surfer
Never learned the trick
But I'd like to
Refr.
A question of relevance
A question of skill
A question of reference
A question of will
I’ve never been a teacher
Never said a word
I’ve never been a preacher
Never saved the world
But I'd like to
//: Refr. ://
Based on the popular archetype of unjust punishment.
A designated hit song prone to infinite remixes.
Rapping revolt with the augury of revenge.
Anthemic choir of nostalgic seduction.
Let's rock and roll.
Fuck the judges, fuck the bankers, fuck the clergy
I’m a lawbreaker
No more horror, no more terror, no more error
I’m the Unmaker
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Let's rock
Down with heaven, demons go home, kill your ego
Those were my guidelines
Running the race, stand in the line, jump off the roof
So many lifetimes
Hopeless struggle, boundless suffer, endless torture
Over and over
Scorn for Heaven, hatred of Hell, passion for life
Nowhere to nowhere
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Let's roll
No more bedlam, no more sweatshop, no more cancer
I’m the Destroyer
Sick of the light, scared in the dark, mad at the gods
I’m an Annoyer
Live on what’s left, do as I’m told, got nobody
Forever busted
Rolling the rock, around the clock, sentenced to shock
Life can’t be trusted
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Let's rock and roll
Fuck the heroes, fuck the martyrs, fuck the saviours
I’m the Wishmaster
The stone’s lighter, the hill’s less high, the pain is gone
I’m getting faster
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
Susyphus
Just call me Sysyphus
(: And vengeance is mine 🙂