2010 - SPECTRA*paris - LICENSE TO KILL CD/LP


LICENSE TO KILL

Drowning in red water
I must speak to agent Bond!
Creeping the dark path
Tell him he should dial number
Flying through crystal skies
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Inhaling the deadly lies
As soon as he can!
I feed my hate, the lust to kill
I reach my aim, I need the thrill
Your death is my cleansing
It is murder 23.

The screaming of the blade
Do you know what's really incredible?
The whisper of a gem
I'm bored wth all these foolish stories!
The strangle of my hands
Praying is not enough!
The stick of stinging needles
This requiem is just for you!
I feed my hate, the lust to kill
I reach my aim, I need the thrill
Your death is my cleansing
It is murder 23
I'm so sick of being restless
I'm so sick of feedind hopes
I'm so sick of wearing smiles
I'm so sick of sharing lies


A CLOCKWORK LONDON

Sinking into a gloomy theatre's stall.
The premiere show is coming to an end.
The corps de ballet dives into a frenzied dance.
A music starts. Sounds coming from the grave.
God, blinding spotlight holes my mind like a drill.
I am longing to smoke, already dying to cry.
Here no one knows me, my bloody hands.
I could look as a pretty girl!
No, tomorrow it's late, tomorrow escapes...
I'm living for my dreams,
I have made cruel murders and
Followed bright desires.
Round and round you'll save my burnt soul,
Because I find it hard to feel fine.
Crushed by my immortal fame
I don't dare to give up
Either deter myself from caring my sharp knife.
My shade draws away from me.
Now I could look like a pretty girl!


007 GOLD

A spy sits in the car's dark shadow
I was driving straight to a hell
Just in time to my fave long drink as
Days run fast, no time for spell,
Yeah bloody fast.
Sweet home you're lost by far
And while the hotel is getting closer
A colt is shining high
Killer is smoothing his fine mauser.
Just let me take a shot
Before the party.
While climate becoms wide hot
And more, and more, and more.
Nobody knows the magic word,
Hiding behind the secret diamond key
You've got a license to kill
My shiva, golden eye
Got fever, like a fire
See people throwing dice
My shiva, golden eye
And now I'm about to shot him dead,
Just a frame before.
It's too late,
While guests keep on being unaware.
Like an action move actual scene,
Just a further step
In time, my daily life,
My colt smokes at the best.
Dirty rain is falling on the world
From Russia comes the beam
Of deadly brand new loves
All wrapped in gold.
Bright pictures from a golde star

And all the actoors leave the scene,
Riding on your dream.


MOVIES GHOULS

Still in the cold sleeps cut of time
Without a break the wind blows
Covering cries merciful
Under the screen of unreal stars.
Snowqualmie sleeps without a sound
Depressing voice from the Red Lodge
Give me the key of such a spell
As time is running on and on.
Behind the scenes I wrote the end
of an odd tale read time ago
A jester said "Don't let me down"
calling me in, driving me out.
So I decided then to go
cut in the snowy highway storm
handling that colt lost in my innocence
turning you all into stone.
The sleepy town stays out of time
without a break the wind blows
covering cries merciful
under the array of scary stars.
Snowqualmie sleeps without a sound
depressing voice from the Black Lodge
Take back the keys of such a spell
under the vault of heaven.
Behind the scenes I wrote the end
of an odd tale read time ago
an angel said "Don't let me down"
callin me in driving me out.
So I decided then to go
cut in the snowy highway storm
handling that cold lost in my innocence
turning you all into stone.


CARRIE SATAN

I'm alone in my sad home
Punishment hurts like a thorn
Many tears catching my heart
Shouting in my ears like darts
But one day I will be crowned
In the end I'll be the key
In the end I'll spread my fire
In a flash, burning your craps
Dropping my fire!
Mama says that I'm impure
She keeps for me the gloomy room
Prays a way that satan knows
Only whips in a redemption rush
But one day I will be crowned
In the end I'll be the key
In a flash, burning you!
Vultures are surrounding me
Barbies hiding in the trees
So let's go to start the dance
My white dress now begins to sway.
See young chicks waiting for fun
All is ready for the trap
But my sandsls have high heels
No more jokes all over me!


DEATH RECORDS

Blood sprays everywhere
Just a noisy affair
A toy for the swan's altair
Death becomes a music fair.
Blood stains everywhere
Crowded hall in pain
A mask takes shape alone
Whie I see the agent Bond.
Death becomes music biz.
This is lawyer Mary Stark
Calling from Louisville.
Always bad news on bad news.
I'm angry again.
When you're going for success
And all desappears
And a boy gets lost,
How can I smile, how can you'll be shure,
How can!?
Those from the "Death Records" did a fine mess,
Winslow, the guy living in this music score...
Yah, right him again,
He's angry, he's angry again.
How can you look smiling?
Fast, audience go crazy
Sight is getting hazy
And the phantom enters
The scene like a dart.
Panic is spreading,
No suspect come out,
Agent Bond takes aim
And lights his lucky strike.
... You know they're working so bad,
Making foul CD's.
I'm so bored with this.
I'm angry again, I'm angry.
They and their money,
Their fucking money and their dirty tricks.
The buy sounds to be worn
Like 3-day smelling socks
"What's the best offer for this dead fish?"
I'm angry again, I'm drunk again.
With all this money they can go fucked off!
They say: you rock, your sound is shocking,
Your style could turn satan creepy.
So bombastic, hot and crushing.
Money, money, lots of money
And busty, horny, babes
Ready just for you!
Fast, audience go crazy
Sight's getting hazy
The phantom enters
The scene like a dart.
Mister Bond does not get upset,
While crossing the scene
Blood traced like Tom thumb's
Famous guiding crumbs.
The phantom appears
No suspect come out
Just lights on the stage.
Then, he walks by the door
They see him again
Their eyes full of fear
A last goodbye.


LOST HIGHWAY VOICES

Take me where the wind still blows
In my whispers the storm grows
Time has come, I've that key
No more coming back's agreed
Take me where the angels fire
Shots and words crossing my heart.
Take me like a bitch
Pardon my sweet lips
So my sorrow falls apart.
Take my foolish charme
And crack my icy eyes
Sink your blade into my flesh.

Find words to light the creepy skies
And rain to clean sweet cheering lies
Across the beauty that remains
A spy leads his last tango again
The gate has closed is hostile arms
To the angry heroes of my time
And a conjurer plays a card
The black queen smiles at his command.
Strip me of my hard shell
And pardon my naive blush
The sorrow that remained falls apart.
Subject me to your wish
Don't fear my genle shame
Sink your blade into my flesh.


PHANTOM'S THEME
(written by Paul Williams, released by Paul Williams as Phantom's Theme (Beauty And The Beast) in 1974 on Phantom Of Paradise LP)

Half asleep I hear a voice
Is it only in my mind?
Or is it someone calling me
Someone I failed and left behind?

To work it out I let them in
All the good guys and the bad guys that I've been
All the devils that disturbed me
And the angels that defeated them somehow
Come together in me now

Face to face I greet the cast
Set in silence we begin
Companions in an empty room
I taste their victory and sin

To work it out I let them in
All the good guys and the bad guys that I've been
All the devils that disturbed me
And the angels that defeated them somehow
Come together in me now

A tale of beauty and the beast
I defend my soul from those who would accuse me
I share the famine and the feast
I have been the world and felt it turning
Seen the jester yearning to amuse me

Like a circus on parade
Seldom close enough to see
I wander through an angry crowd
And wonder what became of me

To work it out I let them in
All the good guys and the bad guys that I've been
All the devils that disturbed me
And the angels that defeated them somehow
Come together in me now