Taste In Men
Teenage Angst
The Ballad of Melody Nelson
The Bitter End
The Crawl
The Metric System (Trash Palace Ft Brian Molko)
Then The Clouds Will Open For Me
This Picture
Come back to me awhile
Change your style again
Come back to me awhile
Change your taste in men
It's been this way since Christmas Day
Dazzled, doused in gin
Change your taste in men
Come back to me awhile
Change your style again
Come back to me awhile
Change your taste in men
I'm killing time on Valentine's
Waiting for the day to end
Change your taste in men
Come back to me awhile
Change your style again
Come back to me awhile
Change your taste in men
It's been this way since Christmas Day
Dazzled, doused in gin
Change your taste in men...(x10)
Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes.
Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
You see through my disguise.At the drive-in, double feature,
pull the lever, break the fever
and say your last goodbyes.Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever ever goes my way.One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time.
Trapped in amber, petrified.
And still not satisfied.Airs and social graces, elocution so divine.
I'll stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time,
both spineless and sublime.Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever ever goes my way.
Letra original: Serge Gainsbourg - Michel Vannier
Pour l'amitié,
L'amitié entre hommes et femmes
Impensable
Parce que, il y a toujours
Sous jacent
Le désir animalThis is the story of
Melody Nelson
Apart from me no one
Ever took her in his arms
Under her thumb
Eyes in the sunOh my Melody mine
Oh my Melody mineShe has nothing but love
Poor
Melody Nelson
Her life was more said than done
But her days were numbered
Count fourteen falls
Fifteen on callsA baby tiger was
Melody Nelson
Forever purring in the sun
Just as dangerous as a child
With a gun, shooting me downOh my Melody mine
Melody Nelson
Still playing hurting games for fun
As adorable as dumb
Deaf to the sound
To what's going down
Down
Down
Since we're feeling so anaesthetized
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
We're running out of alibis
On the second of May
Reminds me of the summertime
On this winters daySee you at the bitter end
Every step we take that's synchronized
Every broken Bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
You shower me with lullabies
Reminds me that it's killing time
On this fateful daySee you at the bitter end
From the time we intercepted
Feels more like suicide
Suicide different silence
I wanna see you mine
Lover steal and lover lied
I wanna sit you down
Oh I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be at the bitter end
Let us reach inside
The world that's still blessed inside
Then I cried sit her down
See this trap of madness
The bitter end
It takes the pain away that could not make you stay
it's way to broke to fix no glue, no bag of tricks
Lay me down,
the lie will unfurl lay me down to crawl.
Your smile would make me sneeze when we were Siamese
Amazing grace in here I'd pay to have you near.
Lay me down,
the lie will unfurl lay me down to crawl.
Don't go and lose your face at some stranger's place
and don't forget to breathe and pay before you leave
Lay me down,
the lie will unfurl lay me down to crawl.
Lay me down,
the lie will unfurl lay me down to crawl.
The Metric System (Trash Palace Ft Brian Molko)
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Rock boy
His genital sack juice mad
His delicious apparatus
Would flutter and tremble
After pubic worship
He would freeze it in a jar
And sell it to celebrity lesbians
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they're down with the metric system
They never fuck around
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they're down with the metric system
They're payin by the pound
Good work if you can get it
Rock boy
His genital sack juice mad
His delicious apparatus
Would flutter and tremble
After pubic worship
He would freeze it in a jar
And sell it to celebrity lesbians
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they're down with the metric system
They never fuck around
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they're down with the metric system
They're payin by the pound
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they're down with the metric system
They're payin by the pound
Then The Clouds Will Open For Me
My guy has a tan transcontinental
But it keeps me enchained
Watch an old black and white movie
Fred and Ginger are too sentimental, crying shameI don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
To a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through meScatter the ashes one more time for me
One more time for meMy guy has a tattoo ornamental
When he's frozen in space
Cut your eye far to me a covered carcass is too elemental,
Caught underneath a subwayI don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
It's a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through meScatter the ashes one more time for me
One more time for me
One more time for me
One more time for me
One more time for me
One more time for me
One more time for meeee...Trans-likened, twisting my ankle
Doing the grave dance
Narcotic ? yes please, I'll have a sample
Riding on my very last chanceThen the clouds will open for me
Gonna meet my Jesus Christ
I see history playing before me
For pleasure and passion you pay the priceSadness the name of the spike that took me
I'll make that's all
Like some raging, hard, horny Mephistopheles
Who came for my soul.
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night whilst on all fours
She used to watch le kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her pictureSometimes it's faded
(We) Disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Some times it's fated
We) Assassinate it
For fear of growing oldHang on
Though we try
It's GoneI can't stop growing old