2007 - SPECTRA*paris - DEAD MODELS SOCIETY (YOUNG LADIES HOMICIDE CLUB) CD


SPECTRA MURDER SHOW

My runway is a narrow flat purgatory,
coming to life each time I'm gonna move my lips.
My young robot-ladies are marching sinuously,
trampling on death highways, unmercifully.
I feed them with diamonds and crystalline ice,
served by doomy footmen with remote-drive-eyes.
I quench them with gold wines and unearthly rain,
born in royal black halls, islands of pain.
A beautiful day, the audience go wild,
my sex robot-girls are starting the show in
a beautiful way, the moment has come,
shivers running down the spine, shock music whirl,
A beautiful day, the audience afraid
my fiend robot-girls are spoiling the fun in
a beautiful way, the last final shot
draws a line between the androids and the crowd.
Dull preys are collapsing and their empty glance
remains pretty unchanged, lifeless, on a trance.


MAD WORLD
(written by Roland Orzabal, released by Tears For Fears in 1982 on 7"/12" single)
(re-released in 2002 by Michael Andrews and Gary Jules for Donnie Darko soundtrack CD)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.


SIZE ZERO

Yells resound, backstage twenty four,
bloody shades playing with a tempting corpse.
Necklace pearls burstin' up in her heart,
biting the bones of her easy charm.
Always dim lights,
shots and make up, keep dumb actors young.
Oh, empty lies,
end of games, crying barbies all around.
Still from the catwalk
freezing beats as timeless knives
are breaking through her soul.
Beats and knives, no silence, footsteps around.
Night-time. Suddenly the curtain drops.
Last lights are falling down.


FROZEN NIGHT

She gets herself ready to a red eternal night,
now her face looks made up with care.
She smiles before the last kiss goes to fall on smelling leaves.
An eye on the chosen shots she made time ago.
Through a window pane she gazes on the neon lights
cafe society is still up, but not for long.
Caressing the shades she skims the diamond glass.
Everything is ready. She is about to go.
Now shes flying away leaving on the floor
charming Chanel clothes and days she never owned
She leaves easy preys and indifferent days.
Last steps on the street resound as worn-out clocks.
The walls show her goodbye, lights are still on, on silver silence.
Never tears will fall down 'cause of her giving up.
Angels shall witness.


GLITTERING BULLET

I'm goin' away far from the fine day
the sun burnt out upon the clouds
on the fields, but you will never
clearly hear my voice aloud.
Through the nights, all through bare bright lights
ghouls appeared before my eyes,
messangers bringing religion
of bloody art destroying our own life.
Oh, the bullet hit the mark straight,
dancing as a ballet show
on the edge of darkest hotels,
catching shabby lies through the night.
I've seen my blood shed everywhere
I've seen the fable can't get in
I've seen my existence stuck on the shiny leaves of Vogue.
I've seen my look lit up by able make up men.
I've seen my heart emptied up at last not knowing any taste
of tears, any more.
I've seen the firm and well-kept hand stealing my existence,
my own life.
I've seen the woman I wished to be shooting me without a delay,
till making me feel deep her beauty.
Right in a frame, as if it were a crash,
after realizing my mistake, I closed my eyes.
Yes, in the end I saw myself close my eyes to daylight.


LUCKY CITY OVERSIGHT
(written by Elena Alice Fossi, released by Siderartica in 2004 on Shapes And Colours From The Land Of God CD)

When night falls, new funny shapes are jumping out.
Many little eyes, like faint tongues of flame, are getting closer
and in the magic of the night, voices are whispering new words.
By now, their language seems to be lost in time,
but I still have a hazy memory of their own voice's sound.
Once I shyly tried to catch their faces
through the moon's melancholy beams;
those little creatures whom
have lost everything throughout time.
Last night they showed me a way I never noticed before.
It's a path hidden among the trees
parallel to the way I'm passing through every morn.
It looks nobody knows such a road.
Hence, as soon as they set off,
I realized that I would have finally made myself
acquainted with their secrets buried into time.
The more I was getting far from the things I already knew
the more I was feeling my senses' warmth reborn,
and contamination clearly died down,
making room for a nearer and firmer pureness.
A disarming scenery had been appearing now in front of my eyes,
filling my heart with tears and nostalgia.
That moment I started guessing
that even human beings might have born there,
but nobody either knows or remember what I'm talking about.
Anyway, since that night I know
looking for the land of God it makes no sense, by now
and down there, in this unreal city, echoes of homesickness come back.
So, now, loneliness covers every face with crying,
but these lost heroes are lying down on their memories...
sometime are chained like only wonderful dreams can be.


CHEEKY ALIEN DREAM

Irasible and cruel she dances inside you.
Not knocking she gets cheery and cheeky in your mind.
In frozen nites she runs across your same old dreams
on stunning hight heels.
In every dream now there's your blood.
Floating she moves safe not looking around.
Merciless she keeps an eye on her side-preys.
---Cheeky Alien Dream---
Naughtily through your tears she grows.
Cinically through your fears she walks.
---Cheeky Alien Dream---
Luna, Mars and Venus, many lands to destroy
Jupiter and Deimos, many as if they were dull toys.
Floating and laughing around she runes across your old dreams.
Floating and circling around she keeps an eye on her preys.


FALSOS SUEÑOS

Falso sueños desgarrados sombras del amanecer
avasallan mi conciencia y no me permiten sen
Creando mil espejismos me los han hecho creer
vendedores de ilusiones transforman tu amor en hiel.
Opacan las percepciones, deforman la realidad
desconectando tu esencia mutilan tu libertad.
Promesas hechas al viento hace mucho tiempo ya
regresan hoy a mi Alma destilando eternidad.
Cmo volver del destierro recorando lo perdido?
Cmo volver a confiar y despertar del olvido
Cmo volver a empezar desandando los caminos?
Cmo vencer la matriz y liberar mi destino?