Is Pornography Art?
2005 [Indigo 5626-2]
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01. The World Is Cold Enough |
the world is cold enough
lost boy lost boy - kick your toys
there is more for you to do, than throwing a coin
still you have the choice, just to make some noise
i know you're sick and tired - go and touch the wire
do as you desire - go and unleash fire
high tide hight tide - take the ride
there is more you see, just open your eyes
turn out all the lights and dive into the night
i know you're fair and that you care
and you would love to be there,
but everything you bear will finally be dead
again you're running away
woven hands which pray
they say you're on your way up
but it's like being in love
the world is cold enough
i can hear you say
you're still running away
it will always be the same
listen to what i say to say
it's even colder above
the world is cold enough
the world is cold enough
drown boy drown boy - save your life
the gate of heaven is closed from the inside
of course you wanna know what it would be like
and you will never agree you're walking dawn
the one way street
your life in minor
while i'm learning 2 fly
against the wind....
we Come in Pieces
i stand in your room
and you don't recognize me
the way you're looking at me
tells me what you see
does not look quite like me
i stand in your room
and i don't even remember your name
i try to focus on you
but i guess all that i do
is look like i'm looking through you
this makes me think
of all the drugs and the things
if makes me feel
i was in hell, but i was real
we come in pieces
and we are probably wrong
but at least believe me
please there is something that you don't know
we might come in pieces
and maybe we won't live for long
you should at least believe me
we're going down strong
you're holding my hand
as we're lying in your bed
it reminds me of what you said
you regret that you said
"you'll let me down forget"
you're holding my hand
as i'm falling asleep
i'm falling deep
and i dreams of all things that i need
feel what i need indeed...
how to make love like
what am i talking about?
well. just let me put this right
i'm not important for your life
and you just spread you things
i paid to get your shoes
for you they are just out of use
but they mean everything to me
sometimes they even appear in my dream
how to make love like...
in front of the spotlight
what is it like
but why...?
you always appear at night
sometimes in black and white
is it just a lie?
on the screen you are my own
i think you know
how to make love
is pornography art?
should i care about what id fake
we're mechanical anyway
am i going too far
is pornography art?
while hollywood is shining down on me
the sunset strip and a fake plastic tree
nothing seems to be real
nothing but the steps
the steps of your high heels
how to make love like....
line fourteen
i leave the surface
go under the ground
to disappear - i shall never be found
a train takes me to where i am free (for real)
i leave it all behind on line fourteen
i saw s chinese girl with a shot in her leg
without any hope she was sitting on her bed
her lips were smiling like she had nothing to regret
that was a week ago - now she's probably dead
it's easy to pick up a girl
who's looking for an ambulance
i saw a woman crying; staring at the sea
motionless, she looked like
she'd been trapped in a dream
the raging sea seemed to be
the only thing that she was able to hear
since her daughter died
she comes back to this place every year
feeling free a sudden hush
living the dream la fin du voyage
i leave the surface
go under the ground
to disappear i shall never be found
a train takes me to where i am free
i leave it all behind on line fourteen
i saw a teenage boy playing with his gun
his brother was far away
fighting under someone's command
he came back last month
as a proud american son
they honored and welcomed him
then buried him under the sun...
when nothing's real
but me and my dream
don't take away my line fourteen
the strange case & hyde park
will hyde die upon the scaffold?
or will he find the courage
to release himself at the last moment?
god knows; i am careles;
this is my true hour of death,
and what is to follow
concerns another than myself.
here then, as i lay down
the pen and proceed
to seal up my confession,
i bring the life of that unhappy
henry jekyll to an end.
wake up, mr hyde
stop to think what is right
to hell with you mr kind
i damn you out of my mind
wake up, mr hyde
stop to care about your lies
to hell with you mr kind
you'll never get what is mine
is it cold where you are?
do you fell safe in the dark?
you really want to go this far?
all alone in your hyde park
farewell, mr kind
there's nothing left to hide
i know, i must take your life
to release what lies inside
farewell, mr kind
it's time for you to die
i have to sacrifice you
to feel - to feel alive
© the strange case intro lyrics
taken from Robert Louis Stevebson's
"The Strange Case of dr Jekyll and mr Hyde"
never again (never say)
yeah, i got the clue you left because you think i'm wrong
that's not what i want it's not a big thing to see you grow strong
no, i won't hold you up and i don't expect you to stop i just want to show
without you i'm not lonely, i'm just alone
but there is something you should know one last thing before you go
your favourite game's to complain and blame i won' play it never again
yeah, i know all these words didn't last for long when you stood at the door
i let you in and you asked for more no, i didn't hold you up
and i didn't ask you to stop
i just wanted to show without you i'm not lonely, i'm just alone
ut there is something you should.. never say never again
you can leave me now and that's ok but don't expect me
to feel the same leave it all behind - it's ok for me
but don't expect me to still be here you can leave me now
and that's ok but don't expect me to feel the same
and don't come back just because you can
and should you ned me ever again i'll be near never again...
second skin
be my communicator
be my indicator
be the now and the later
and the one who hates her
be a queen and a traitor
be my elevator
and the one that lifts me high
up there be my guide
teach me to fly
be the cowgirl who shows me how to ride
be my kite
be my flight
be the daylight and the night
be my nurse
be my curse
just be my worst
be my pearl
be my underworld
be my overpaid bitch
be the most evil witch
be the one i was waiting for - that i adore
be poor
be my whore
be my war
be my hardcore
like on channel four
you are my desire
be my fire fighter
be my second skin
be the dope and the gin
the melting ice within
be my sin
the man next to me
one day he was there
maybe he always was, even before
i didn't feed my host
until he showed me what i adore
he never speaks
just like he's dumb
not a single word, nor even 'want'
but the silence is louder than any scream
but who is the man next to me
who shows me the holes in the trees
who gives the clouds the shapes of pets
who wants me to regret
i can feel his breath
while i'm walking down the streets
i can hear the steps
as if he was the one who leads
like a guide, like a light
not sure if i can trust these hands
so why should i try?
even though he's there every day and night
talk yo me, follow me, show me
what you want me to see
and how you want me to be
just talk to me, talk yo me, follow me, show me
if this is what you see, what you want me to be
one trip one noise
sors de cet enfer.
combat ce cauchemar et rejoins nous.
nous t'attendons. tu nous manques.
you might be lost,
but you're not standed yet!
© all songs written, arranged and performed by FAQ
published by kleefeld/hanseatic
expect "one trip one noise" written by bertrand cantat/noir désir
éditions polygram musci/n.d. misigue
"we come in pieces" and "heartbreaker (electroslash mix)" courtesy by stephan l. groth