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The strange setting of our story
Re-presented: nothing but a super falling star the landscape was no mystery The idea of a mind so vain, at the point of infinity seen and I've heard it (the creation) seen and I've heard it (the creation) whatever enters the eye we'll see let their hand go for it, grasp it it is stranger than the setting of it it will leave them with a pounding dream seen and I've heard (the creation) The creation is in my eyes the creation, the lies |
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Confuse forms, unleashing of passions
Confuse forms, by means of inversion Emotions carried to the extremes Orgiastic of chaos of supreme Has to bring the world's dissolution In a momentary disruption Although the moment seems definitive The urge to escape from time into pas-time Opposites in juxtaposition While the orgy lasts ultimate fulfillment Timelessness of eternal moment The beginning, the end transmutation |
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Curiosity was far greater than our fear
It felt so simple and so prodigious at the same time Incredible things are happening in the world Magical things are happening in this world Across the river there are all kinds of magical instruments While really we keep on living like monkeys Incredible things are happening in the world Magical things are happening in this world |
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They were young
In their mid-twenties Some in their teens They were intelligent And some believed Were geniuses They were passionate Wildly in love Adventurous Well they were exuberant Capable of hate Extreme anger They were drawn Towards the exceptional They avoided work But worked hard on their laziness And evermore It seems they walked Wandering through Paris Was a genuine art |
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In our Christian society
There's something wrong with having pleasure Pleasure more precisely is called sin Therefore our well thinking citizens Have decided it was best to hide, deny pleasures (such as sex, drugs) Out of the repression of pleasure Something logically same into the light Somthing much graver than sex, drugs : Perversion could only entail regression Of a civilisation that would avoid mastering anxiety, That would corrupt the truth, Corrupt behaviour |
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There are worlds within the world
Within the world there are worlds The situation is the universe of man As the measure of all things Understand that you are another world in miniature And that in you there are the sun, the moon and also stars Man as the messenger of being By analogy flesh and bones of man derive from earth His bloody from water, his breath from air And body heat from fire |
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Everything becomes so defined
That in the end there's no definition They do not mean a thing They don't tell a story We communicate more and more In more defined ways than ever before But no one has got anything to say It's all very poor it's all just a bore Someone has to make the difference Between the seeming and the meaning The seeming over runs the meaning * Dedicated to all the junk media |
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Au point illimite
Au point illimite La sensualite Noyee dans la tendresse Est illimitee Mellotron At the unlimited point At the unlimited point The sensuality Drowned in tenderness Is unlimited |
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Il faut etre toujours ivre. Tout est la : c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du Temps qui brise vos epaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans treve. Mais de quoi ? De vin, de poesie ou de vertu, a votre guise. Mais enivrez-vous. Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fosse, dans la solitude morne de votre chambre, vous vous reveillez, l'ivresse deja diminuee ou disparue, demandez au vent, a la vague, a l'etoile, a l'oiseau, a l'horloge, a tout ce qui fuit, a tout ce qui gemit, a tout ce qui roule, a tout ce qui chante, a tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est ; et le vent, la vague, l'etoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous repondront: "Il est l'heure de s'enivrer ! Pour n'etre pas les esclaves martyrises du Temps, enivrez-vous; enivrez-vous sans cesse ! De vin, de poesie ou de vertu, a votre guise."
and the translation: Get Drunk! One should always be drunk. That's all that matters: that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing. But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk. And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkeness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: "It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, with poetry, or with vitrtue, as you choose!" |
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The world is full of indisputables
(With whom all of us share reality) The world is in fact just that (A long indisputable and rich tradition) The world I know of I'm extrusive (To be jealous is to conform) Not the only one A nominal thing The law of division Jealousy will make you suffer (From being excluded from the universal) Jealousy will make you suffer (From being "crazy from being a woman") |
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Even more than philosophers
Aiming at no less than the total transformation of man and the world Begin with the dissolution of superfluous matters So that desire and conciousness are free New man, new woman proud and free New man, new woman happy to be True life embodying pleasure principle's noblest triumph Over the cowering mendacity of bourgeois/Christian civilisation |
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