'Promesse du Bonheur'


UNIVERSE ON TRIAL

 “To mystics, the mind is the universe, the universe is the mind.  To science, mind and brain are one”

At last you are born hero of the pseudo-gospel
Kingdom of ends, from destiny torn
You will never be believed
You will never be believed
Fear of words, accident of birth
Overpowering desire to possess – the world is true
Accident of birth beauty belongs to you

CHORUS:  Walk that extra mile, universe on trial
Walk that extra mile, universe on trial
Universe on trial

Universe on trial

Realise this love, first you must kill
Assassinate the assassins
Assassinate the assassins

Evolution of the process
Men and women enter forever, the hell of their desires...
the hell of their desires
Suffering takes the taste away
Dimensions are drawn
Cartoon shark with fish in mouth
Transition takes place

CHORUS Walk that extra mile, universe on trial
Walk that extra mile, universe on trial
Universe on trial

Universe on trial

REFRAINE: Don’t waste power on vengeance or vendetta
Make it harder, take it further
Nothing to lose in the end, trees against the wind fall if they don’t bend

Commercial nexus presupposed
Wipe the soap from your stinging eyes
Compass points to the core
Gigantic hand steals the root
Back in time we see the big smoke, miscast in your role
Unspeakable place imagined in time
Nebulous object in human praxis
Released from all ties the colours spill out, released from all ties the colours spill out
Wipe the soap from your stinging eyes.

Universe on trial
Universe on trial
Universe on trial


FREQUENCY

Detailed analysis of incoming signals
Intraterrestrial mind parasites gain more ground
Deception, distraction, destruction of the iron will
Not bothered by our idiot show-reel
Not offered a welcoming refreshment

Bear with the majority that screams
They are contented with their dreams
Not a soul will believe you
Not a soul on this frequency

Structural damage and thermal imaging
Revealing the extent of propaganda
Burning desire sucking on the members’ soul power
Seductively dressed in satin string thongs
Hanging loose on the noose
Of paramount paranoia

Bear with the majority that screams ...

Eyes half shut, body aglow
Tears flowing as they throng behind you
Ever candid, never captured, your frequency is measureless
Barely there undercover cosmetic charisma

Bear with the majority that screams ...

Messianic self - given the boot
Hanging loose on the noose
Bear fruit

Bear with the majority that screams ...


SIDEREAL

She’s here now but we can’t see her
She hides here behind her veil
Collects her mail but never reads it
Glides in and out of view – no one perceives it
Hits the road in tiny clothes
Ain’t no job for the boys
Saw herself in shadow
Sawed herself in half

She’s the girl of our dreams
Girl of the dreamers
Ruled by our queen
Queen of dreamers

Comes out at night
Psychotronic jewel in the crown
Has artefacts that we all want
We spill things beside her

Sees all spectral colours at once
No idea how she does it
Can’t stand to be by herself
Always beyond the chatter
Got the skills of an architect
Knows how to edit video
A million eyes, a million arms
Hypnotised by her charms

She’s the girl of our dreams
Girl of the dreamers
Ruled by our queen
Queen of dreamers
She’s the girl of our dreams
Girl of the dreamers
Ruled by the stars
The girl of the dreamers


EMMANUELLE

Emmanuelle, beautiful soul
On the silver screen
Wake us from our sleep

And pilgrims we
Come to gaze at you
Perfection itself
An angel alive
Never reflected in your eyes
As you are in ours

And burning we
Ruined by our longing
But all we have is an image
Till the film ends

Emmanuelle, beautiful soul
On the silver screen
Wake us from our sleep

And punished are we
For gazing at you
In awe of you
Aflame with desire
A feather falls from an angel’s wings
The golden radiance of our perfect girl
Always reflected in our eyes

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA +2

Emmanuelle, beautiful soul
On the silver screen
Wake us from our sleep/dream

And you haunt our dreams
And you haunt our days
You are a Goddess – always...
A feather falls from an angel’s wings
But, we’ll never really know you
We’ll never meet
All we have is an image till the film ends

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA – Repeat until end


VEIL

Come give this old soul a kiss on the cheek
A cheeky kiss I missed before
Inside my new body I will do all the things I never did before
Memory
Highlight
Time and chances pass by

Now I’ll live here
With you, forever
Beyond the veil
The veil of fortune
Veil of illusion
Beyond the pale
Live here, forever

With you, forever…

Cruel light
Cool darkness
All the things you say mean nothing and everything
All the love I have
Am I wrong to believe?
All the love I have ... Am I wrong to believe?
What was it I was looking for, before?

I love your style, your beguiling ways
Love your style, beguiling ways
All the words you say, mean nothing and everything
Inside, my new body, I will do, all the things -
All the things I never did before …

Now I’ll live here
With you, forever
Beyond the veil
The veil of fortune
Veil of illusion
Beyond the pale
Live here, forever
With you, forever

Forever…
Forever…

Now I’ll live here
With you, forever
Beyond the veil
The veil of fortune
Veil of illusion

Beyond the pale
Live here, forever
With you, forever… 

Forever…
Forever…


IMPULSE

Compelled by particular unrest
The raconteur put all the dull razors aside, only to have them sharpened
Discovering the warehouse of coffins and funeral accessories, the relation to death was established
Unconscious fantasies striving for symptomatic expression via sharper outlet, a perfect anxiety validated
For the person who faints or raves, one who is beside himself
The thing is latent and reorganised in the co-existence of perception
In the last analysis, or spirit, the repository is withdrawn from consciousness

It could have been said it was one of the better days, in this system of superstitious cruel and hostile impulses

 Impulses otherwise forbidden, forbidden motivation
Prohibitions are taken as the basis of gaining strength far away from, the edge pointing upwards, lest the angels injure themselves
Discovery of confusion of incoherent and dream-like limitation and significant experience overlooked in every case, in the last analysis
Reorganised in the co-existence, indestructible flightiness concealed behind an appearance of personality
Confused and incoherent, impaled by unrest, unconscious fantasies

It could have been said it was one of the better days

Better days for the impulse


THE INVENTION OF THE SOUL

Hybrid human animal beings, intermediaries and messengers between vanquished Gods and forlorn followers
Celestial courts of the semi-divine, casting terrible shadows over the everyday life

Terror-stricken in the deluge

Red ants are seen in the foundations of lonely longevity for the dweller within -
I see your beautiful and hallucinations boasting un-bleeding bodies and immaculate lives of idolatry still -
socially cohesive force, suffocate the soul murderer, unman the little man
Direct link into the blotted-out inhabitants of light-filled nevermore
The invention of the soul - and dualism begins its huge haunted career, firmly set in the firmament

Still ready to suffocate the soul

Murderer, unman the little man -
I direct the link to the erosion of the analogue and metaphor orders of narration-isation
No more complaints that time has stopped - hybrid human messengers that follow

Terror-stricken, longevity

The psyche pressed into service – this huge haunted career
Come visit me when I’m beyond reason


DEVOTED

This heavy mass, boxed in wood
Lifted free from the burial ground
Remains poorly preserved
Head and shoulders tucked in like that of a sleeping bird

In the moon-light spectral marches
consume the remains of the divine victim
The Earth will close above the guardians of the faith.

Ancient bones, surviving the ravages of time
A mysterious fossilisation
Detailed examination reveals a victim of sacrifice
Blind and bounded and daubed in charcoal, the devotee is given up to Baal
Leaping through the flames, the men of art placed on a pinnacle of omnipotence
In their hands the secret of the soul. 

Drive the boguns from the mire
The keeper in the ground, the highest offering at times of great trial
Sons of fox placate the gods of the black spring
Remains poorly preserved
Ancient bones leaping through the flames.

In their hands the king is in the ground
Placate the gods
The earth will close above the guardians of the faith
This heavy mass, remains poorly preserved, like a sleeping bird.
Devotee, devoted
Leaping through the flames.


ETERNITY

Who still loves me, hunter of the soul
Mock and twist me, tortured by Gods unknown
What do you want from me, veiled in lightning
What do you want of your proudest son?

All my tears stream and run for you
The flame in my heart burns for you

Strike and sting me yet still hear me breathe
Why the ladder, to climb into my heart
Thus, you taunt me and stare me down
My last companion, my great enemy

All my tears stream and run for you .... 

He who sees the abyss with the eagle’s eyes
He who grasps the abyss with an eagle’s claws
He possesses courage

The fool you are, you wrack my pride
What do you test in me with a sorcerer’s hand?
Dance beyond yourselves lift your hearts higher and higher

Banished from all truth
Only a fool, only a poet
All joy wants eternity
Deep, deep, deep, eternity


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