KAZUMI
Kazumi
Sometimes I think that your name
could be:
KAZUMI
A lovely name it sounds like for
me
Kazumi
It was
worth all the time
Tracking
you down
To the
river's mouth
Down
Where the water comes together with other
water
Kazumi
From the
side you look like
Those
Japanese Barbie-faces
Like
those battery-powered toys
That hum
when you touch
Kazumi
Your
clean-shaven arms
Touch me
and I shake
I'm a
Quaker
And I
quake
Like the
fingers
Like the
needle
Like the
thread
When
they touch me going by
Your
clean-shaven arms baby
Your
eyes full of smoke
When I
track them down
Where
the color comes together with other
color
Way down
in the XENON CLUB
Where
electrons get together
Loose
electrons
Cold
electrons
Kazumi
What a
name
It
sticks to my tongue
Like a
fungus, cinnamon, like a razor blade
Pierce
my pale cheeks
With
your wooden tongue
With your wired thoughts KAZUMI
/Sasha - translation Wayles/
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THE SIN
I am in you
Your
sin
I am your sin
Your hand and your brain
Raise your
hand
Show me the way
I shall go your way
The way that I'm
ordered to go
I'm not afraid of you, because you
are
A sinner
And I'm your sin
You shall be
burning
Raise your hand
You shall be burning
Raise your
hand
Because you are mine
Don't be afraid
You certainly
know
It only takes one signal
A short signal
And I'll be
dead
You got power, that's why they love
You
You have
money
That's why they fawn upon you
Even me
I'll obey, I'll
do everything
If you tell me
Where my darling
lies.
/Teno,
Faith, 1994/
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IT'S
BEEN GOING ON TOO LONG
We are
living in between
In the
recess of history
One more
vital battle coming
Something fighting somebody
Slowly
rotting darkened bodies
In
forbidden no man's zones
And the
hides are hung out drying
On the terrace with the clothes
The
future is getting frozen
And the
thrill is spilling out
Hidden
signs are coming open
And the past is speeding up
When I
sleep I come awake
When I
wake I start to dream
Then
they drive us off in trucks
Walk us down the corridors
It's
been going on too long
It's
been going on too long
It's
been going on too long
It's
been going on too long
/Sasha- translation Wayles/
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DARK FORCE
Now I feel the chill of your rings on my cheek
And your eyes look murky, tired and far away
Your pale fingers have the smell of soap
My heavy hands only smell like doorknobs
My hands open doors for you to freedom
When you go out I'll shut the doors again
Just let my hands show you the way home
Everything that keeps me down
Everything that keeps me bothered
Everything that keeps me ruined
Holds your head above the water
We're all by ourselves now, babe
And we are all but giving way
And it's the Dark Force that slowly takes us
Along the galleries of bright dust
/Sasha - translation Wayles & Sasha/
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YOU KNOW THEY'RE THE ONES
WHO SEND YOU TO ME
Whence the key
Upon your palm
Whence
All those
Predictions
And how can you
Know all that
?
You ask
Who are you
Tonight
Who have you been
Yesterday
And who I will be
Tomorrow
?
You ask, and I know
That you're here on assignment
I know They're the ones who send you to me
(You laugh
You ask
Who
?
I laugh
I say
Them)
And dread I behold on your face
And fear's what I see
While your fingers
Pressed into my face
As if it were sand
They sink, deeply
While you realise
That my face conceals nothing
Just particles of glass
Just a faint shades' spell
The mirrored and blurred visions of Hell
I know THEY're the ones who send you to me
I know THEY're the ones who send you to me
You know THEY're the ones who send you to me
?
In the way you love me
In the way I love you
Child
There's nothing but glass
But a faint shades' spell
The mirrored and blurred visions of Hell
And my fleeting, elusive grins
And your vagrant escapes into sin
(in-growing fusions
and separations)
Code words
Secret signs
Amulets
Hexagrams
All those weird and funny things
Cannot save you
Or protect you from me
From my darkness
From the blurred visions of Hell
Child, do you see
That They're the ones who send you to me
That They're the ones who send you to me
That They're the ones who send you to me
?
(Let's contrive the unfinished
In our mind
Let's use our intuition
In order to find
What
THEY
Have left
Half-defined)
/Sasha - translation Iva/
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