Burn my Brain

Text « My soul is dark » by Lord G. Byron

My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o’er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear

That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain (burn my brain)

That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.

But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed, (sorrow nursed)

And now ’tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once – or yield to song.

That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.

Catharsis (Part II)

Text by Anne-Claire Rallo & Alexandre Lamia

When life comes down to neurosis,

Trauma and bad dreams, 

Catharsis, Catharsis, 

What has been repressed wants to be released, 

When life comes down to the future,

“What do you want to get?”

And what if the true question is:

« Who do you want to be? »

Catharsis, 

“What do you want to get?”

When life comes down to the future,

Catharsis,

I’ve got the option,

should I take this turn,

or wait for the next one?

Oh God, 

help me to make my move now,

mum, dad, bear with me,

I will try to become the one I should be,

reach my imago by cutting loose from all I’ve experienced,

born again, 

then like the butterfly, 

being short-lived but able to fly,

I’ve never asked more in my life

Than Redemption

Serenity

Expression

And meaning

Oh how you should see those faces passing in each street

How can anyone talk

How can anyone care

How can anyone feel

Without making it up

But I know

Beyond the cliff where I’m standing

There will always be your waving

Beyond the lighthouse where I’m looking

There will always be your sight

Beyond the sun where I’m living

There will always be your shadow

I’m no one and never will be

You are no one and never will be

And yet, we are someone.

The Thought Trader

Text by Anne-Claire Rallo

Hey stranger,

Your head seems full of tricks

I can show you how to survive

if you follow the way to think,

I’m not the owner of minds

But we can haggle

I get them from an hard struggle

We can haggle

Behind this big lie

I’m here

In stories you recall

I’m here

I am the great maker

I am the thought trader, I am the thought trader

“I am everywhere you are

In your foot and your news,

In your drugs and your thoughts,

In your water and your shoes

I am your deepest scars

I am the great prophet,

Money, bias, false pretense,

Aware of all major events,

Banks, stocks, markets,

I am everywhere you are

In your foot and your news,

In your drugs and your thoughts,

In your water and your shoes,

I am your deepest scars”

The world seems insane,

You’re searching someone to blame,

But everyone feels same,

Bombs, explosions, death, love,

Memories, regrets, guns, fires,

I am the thought trader, I am the thought trader.

Alone (Sweeheart Grips Intro)

Text « Alone » by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were I have not seen

As others saw I could not bring

My passions from a common spring

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone

And all I lov’d, I lov’d alone

Then in my childhood in the dawn

Of a most stormy life was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still

From the torrent, or the fountain

From the red cliff of the mountain

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by

From the thunder, and the storm

And the cloud that took the form

When the rest of Heaven was blue

Of a demon in my view

And all I lov’d, I lov’d alone.

Sweetheart Grips

Text by Alexandre Lamia

Tell them to leave me

Tell them to go

Tell them to reveal their faces 

In the weapon I want to throw

I want to throw

On the ground, dusty and blurry,

I would still feel the love infused, 

Of the lullaby she would sing, 

When the instant has been captured 

The instant has been captured

Captured and foreign,

Used and whatever,

To their smile I will maintain,

To be their slave forever, forever

Thousands of cries

Thousands of smiles

Thousands of miles

Thousands of miles

Thousands of tears 

Thousands of laughs 

Thousands of reloadings 

Thousands of thanksgivings

Thousands of cries 

Thousands of smiles 

Thousands of miles 

Thousands of miles 

Thousands of tears 

Thousands of laughs 

Thousands of reloadings 

Thousands of thanksgivings

Thousands of miss shots 

Thousands of miss shots 

Thousands of memories 

Thousands of memories

And yet

I’m still broken

Holding you without feeling you

And yet

You are still here

Your soul is like a neverending rainbow

Do you think I’ve changed?

When I now hold your face

when I hold your beauty 

in my dirty hands? 

After all these tears

after all this pain

after all the explosions,

I will, for you, still stand

Your smile on my hands 

My blood on your painting

What is this cage,

That holds me down

into the ground

A million bullets would never hurt me 

more than your absence

Now, leave

Now, live

Now, love

I don’t have anything more to give you Now, leave

Now, live

Now, love

But my reasons to forgive.

Somewhere inside Mankind

Text « That’s Love » by April Phillips

Floating on a summer breeze

Far above the ground,

Feeling like I’m somewhere where I can’t be found,

My mind is in the highest cloud,

Don’t know what hit me today

but I feel like I am somewhere

I am somewhere

I’m somewhere

The wind is chasing me

Who’d have thought,

It happened to me

Now I feel observed

I’m somewhere…

Fields of Perdition

Text by Anne-Claire Rallo

« There was a young man,
born in a quiet place,
Nineteen years later, he was mobilized
in a section he could not even write the name »

Mum kept crying for her little one,

leaving the green field

where he used to dream,

Son have to go

brave and tough,

no sword but a rifle,

no shield but trenches

Mum kept crying for her little one,
Thinking about the
Fields of perdition,
An everlasting landscape,
faces with empty orbits,
wooden crosses

How to react,

in the fields of perdition,
for a few hours, a few years
to the extreme violence
to their violent end ?

all these young men,

born in a quiet place,
far away from their old green field

to their violent end.

Soldiers of Shame

Text by Anne-Claire Rallo

Like a dark forest shadow,

Where hopes will never glow,

A lot of pretenses inside my being,

An eternal dryness,

Devil seems to be inside all my will,

Grabbing the form of a psychotic chill,

Fear and pain crave for salvation,

We are the soldiers of shame,

Hunted to the end by terrors and night sweats,

trapped into a past reality,

trying to compromise with memories,

War not only bruised and gashed the flesh,

it slashed the souls,

it drove you crazy,

it slashed the souls,

it drove you crazy.