EXP. песни на английском языке

to my dead twin brother

“ EXP ”

A side:
  01.Recycler (tribute to Tricky)
  02.Sympathetic (little jazz song)
  03.Daffodil (to thoughts of Brian Molko)
  04.Little Pain (alkaloids)
  05.BitterSweet (all these things)
B side:
  06.Man With A Razor Blade
  07.City Holes
  08.Borderlining Celsius
 
Released: 3/2002

 

RECYCLER

hey, man, hey, man, hey
-
black nightshade
black nightshift
black worship
black work, shit
-
half-day closing
half-life – it is nothing
-
hey, man, hey, man, hey
-
scream and whisper
it defreezes
christmas
soon will come
to defreeze us
no guns
-
hey, hey, hey
-
ocean
opens
his arms
to me
I take
his embrace
so decisive
and gloomy
-
Recycler, Recycler
he’s Recycler
-
don’t you think
he’s as black as coal
don’t you think
he’s as white as snow
-
oh
-
he’s Recycler…clear
I hear and I fear
it’s clear, Recycler is near
he is near
-
enemies
chemicals
mechanicals
recycle me
-
the enemy I hate
is animated enemy
rename it, please
defreeze
-
my enemy
is faked, faked
he’s fucked and faked
fucked and naked
break it, I hate it
rename it, please
-
refrain
defreeze
-
let it remain
as it is

SYMPATHETIC

what a feeling
what a terror
hot when you’re gone
and cold when you’re near
drums don’t beat
and bells don’t ring
‘cause my love is written
in a sympathetic ink

don’t be pretentious
don’t be pathetic
then my vibrations
will be, maybe, sympathetic
please, understand
this simple thing
then you can read what’s written
in my sympathetic ink

DAFFODIL

these yellow flowers
are so fucking lovers
these flowers
blow my brain out
I sing my prayers
I make my vows
these fucking flowers
I love

making love to you
is like making love to a mirror
it is as perfect as perverted
thin threads of thriller
turn to rusty chains of terror
it’s so superior
so fucking mellow

my tortured hands
have turned to crabs
and ran away
in crab style
I must be dead
when I was born
so nature won’t
avenge me

baby, baby
play your lethal tricks
don’t mind
baby, baby
nature loves the freaks
of your kind

baby, baby
there’s a print of the lipstick
is it yours or mine
baby, baby
nature loves the freaks
of our kind

making love to you
is like making love to a mirror
it’s so superior
so fucking mellow

nature loves its favorite freaks

LITTLE PAIN (alkaloids)

you push the alarm clock
away from my bed
‘cause there’s no reason
to wake up
you say this love is the prison
we’ll never ever break
you say it’s all over, baby
I say it’s O.K.

you cannot avoid
my alkaloids
it will burn you inside
it’s a stomachache
you’ll be choking
you’ll be trembling/dying
in my name

just a little pain
just a little
a little needle
lethal little
lethal needle

you take all wicked thoughts
out of my head
‘cause there’s no reason
to be sad now
you say this love is the prison
we’ll never ever tread
I say it’s all over, baby
you say it’s O.K.

just a little pain

BITTERSWEET (all these things)

bittersweet
happiness
fuckiness
-
troubles with my instincts
there’s a trouble with my instincts
oh, I’m fern
I’m fern
I’m a cryptogam
damned, overdamned
no one never see
my flowers of misery
my alibi
-
and I sing
dreadful blues
and I knew
all these things
all these things
fresh breath
strong wings
angel’s breasts
angel’s nests
bittersweet
fuckiness
-
the longest minute
the minute before the midnight
before red zeroes
march three abreast
my heart beats in angel’s breasts
I find my soul in angel’s nests
-
and I sing
dreadful blues
and I knew
all these things
all these things
musty breath
weak wings
bare bones
we’re waiting for guests
waiting for worms
now we both
know
all these things
all these things

MAN WITH A RAZOR BLADE

…my razor blade
is sick and warm
it’s your blood on it…

I breed the Death
I breed the Cleanliness
within your fucking rows
the blade is super stainless so
the blood is on the flow

I give you the other perfect perception
the perception of pain
the perception of royalty
won’t you come with me
will you love me

I turn it all to red
I love this colour very much
my shiny razor blade is
the splendid thing you touch

wind is playing with my long hair
my eyes are burning wild
I’m a super human being
an antisocial child

I do my job with pleasure
I cut, I tear, I hate
I’m a super human creature
man with the razor blade

say the prayers
to my cold weapon
even god
does not know
what will happen

…I’m a breeder
I’m your new leader
come with me
it just stands bigger
now I taste treacle
or even sweeter
a little later
I will taste bitter…
(you wanna
nirvana
near yeah)

CITY HOLES

1.you’re still of the best brand
   come on one week-end
   when the weather falls
   where the Earth ends
   the Apocalypse
   it’s time to see your strips
   to dive deep
   and touch your lips

   (hipsters in the street
   let’em go free
   rappers in the street
   kill’em all
   kill’em if they move
   kill’em if they speak)

   it’s time to tear up
   what we’ve been
   wrapped in

2.let your body go
   let your body down
   let your body go
   to the City Holes
   where the old crows
   speak the truth
   and the elm trees
   are shaking secretly
   where the Earth rolls
   ‘cause the snow flakes
   and the one fucks
   ‘cause the other pays
   the place where lives
   Mistress Hatred
   where the sun is
   always scattered
   let your body go
   let your demons free
   let’em wander through
   the darkest side streets
   give your soul
   to the City Holes
   and if there’s something left
   give it to me

BORDERLINING CELSIUS

1.I come near you
   my tears come to my throat
   I know each inch of you –
   Your Silence
   your silence destroys the cells
   Your Whiteness (my violence)
   Your Boundlessness
-
(all my friends are maniacs
all the maniacs are the friends of mine
we are having good time here)
-
   here is no these petty people
   anyway they will not dig it
   no shit, no shit, no shit, no shit
   only the crows
   they’re singing Glorias
   they still remember me
   flying with them ages ago
   my haemoglobin saturates the snow
-
   just a minute, then I’ll die
   just a minute, then I’ll die
   just a minute, then I’ll die
   just a minute, then I’ll die
-
   sick sick blood
   in my sick sick veins
   sweet sweet spring
   fevering the brain
-
2.give me your sky-high blood   
   pressure
   give me your altered states
   Borderlining Celsius
   I welcome this unfriendly nature
   I meet my new bipolar friends
   
   hallucinations
   are coming back to life
   in the morning fog
   and dying in the street lights
   I’m not a mouse
   and not a frog
   ain’t Britney
   ain’t Courtney
   eat me beat me
   fuck me
   talk to me
-
   is it harmony?
   is it harmony?
   is it harmony?
   is it harmony?
-
   give me all your painful pleasures
   give me your fucking altered states
   Borderlining Celsius
   I welcome this unfriendly weather
   I speak to my bipolar friends