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
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.