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The beast in me
03:33
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The beast in me
I’m looking in the mirror, what do I see ?
Is this someone I'd like to rub shoulders with?
I no longer recognise myself
These features are no longer familiar to me
Isn’t there a dark side to this smile ?
I feel a weight coming down on me
Forgetting the time, around the city
My name’s Dorian Wilde
a lack inside of me
I want to see new horizons
I forgot the past to finally be free
I'm breaking the mirror
To have no more emotions
No more reflections of these lies
I'm breaking the mirror
to destroy these memories
the reflection of my dark soul
Past has caught up with me, throwing itself on me
like a wild beast escaped from its cage
hungry and without any compassion, ready to devour me
he takes my arms, violently
he turns me over
He yells on me
I cannot shout
I cannot leave
prisoner of a past too heavy to bear
The Beast in me …. The Beast in me …. The Beast in me ….
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2. |
Suzanne
04:07
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Suzanne
Oh I follow you in the streets
every time you go out i imagine perversities
My Machiavellian mind and my imagination
turn your outings into perverts games
and much more.
Suzanne
I imagine all….
Suzanne
…The men around you
Suzanne
They’re kissing your lips
Suzanne
They’re touching your hair
Suzanne
You’re opening you mouth
Suzanne
You’re opening your legs
Suzanne…..
I hear your breath
I can smell your sweat
these dirty pictures haunt my mind
I see pleasure without me
you walk through the door
and I imagine the scenes
I go crazy when they’re so close to you
To you
Suzanne
I imagine all
Suzanne
The men around you
Suzanne
They’re kissing your lips
Suzanne
They’re touching your hair
Suzanne
You’re opening you mouth
Suzanne
You’re opening your legs
Suzanne…
my bad thoughts are taking you further and further away from me
my love turned into a destructive weapon
jealousy deep in my eyes
like a loaded gun with deadly bullets
my ghosts keep coming back
you will soon no longer support this madness
Suzanne
I imagine all
Suzanne
The men around you
Suzanne
They’re kissing your lips
Suzanne
They’re touching your hair
Suzanne
You’re opening you mouth
Suzanne
You’re opening your legs
Suzanne
I'm haunted by a vision, a vision of you
I'm haunted by a vision, a vision of you
I'm haunted by a vision, a vision of you
I’m alone and they’re with you
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3. |
Les garçons sauvages
04:04
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4. |
Dizzy
03:08
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Dizzy
In the middle of the vines
and far from the town
every moment is a painting
every night and day
I get drunk on silence
You’ll never understand
Crying for my lover
Praying for the rain
The chasm of your eyes,
filled with horrible things
makes me dizzy
everybody wants to say
« don't follow this man
don't believe his words
he isn’t a good lover
he isn’t a good lover
don't think he's your lover»
But I prefer to pray
the drops of water
are streaming do wn my cheeks
and entering my body
to purify my veins
Drinking the blood of christ
to forget your impure soul
now our love cannot shine,
You can’t be my lover
I prefer to pray
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5. |
Sisters
02:49
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Sisters
night was starting to fall when I arrived to the den of freaks
This pub was a mixture of a whorehouse and a cabinet of curiosity
suddenly a blond haired woman was staring at me
Her gaze penetrated my soul
It was love at first sight
She was sitting close to a brown haired woman
the pub was very dark,
we had been talking for a while.
"I love you" came out of my mouth
suddenly the brunette started screaming :
« go away, don't come near my sister, I hate you ! »
I was surprised, I didn’t understand
these 2 girls were only one.
I got confused.
I came one night while the sister was sleeping.
When I put my lips on her lips, the sister woke up and started screaming :
« go away, don't touch my sister, I hate you ! »
that's when we made our plan. The only solution. I have to kill her
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The last walk of Dorian Wilde
Tonight Dorian is walking
without destination
He doesn’t know where he’s going
Dorian feels the attraction
Strange magnetism
Dorian loses his mind
loses his mind
Dorian Wilde is wandering in the street
Dorian Wilde is attracted to a force that guides him
Dorian Wilde no longer has bearings
Dorian Wilde has changed so much
Dorian enters an old building
he climbs the dilapidated staircase to the top floor
and then, an old man was there
as if he had been waiting for him for years
he says words that put him in a daze
a kind of voodoo shamanism
images and noises were spinning
the senses multiplied
altered visions
distorted sounds
intoxicating smells
it's turning, it's turning
And he gets to another place
he feels like he’s a different person
And he doesn't really understand this story
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7. |
Kabaret Electrik
02:48
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Kabaret Electrik
Ça ne date pas de la dernière pluie,
mais je m’en souviens comme si c’était hier
Le temps était maussade et je suivais Dorian vers un lieu inconnu
Nous longeâmes une voie ferrée recouverte de mousse et de lière
Ensuite des torches le long d’un chemin nous guidèrent
vers un chapiteau où il était écrit « Kabaret Elektrik »
Sur un canapé usé, 3 hommes nus et maquillés nous accueillirent
Ils nous firent rentrer sous le chapiteau
Des femmes et des hommes endimanchés attendaient impatiemment le début du spectacle
L’excitation était palpable quand enfin commença le show du Kabaret Elektrik
Kabaret Electrik
Kabaret Electrik
Kabaret Electrik
Un funambule sur talons aiguilles au dessus de nos têtes
Une danseuse avec autour du cou un boa de deux mètres
Une fumée s’échappait à l’odeur entêtante
Les gens autour de moi et leur jeunesse insouciante
se comportaient de façon vraiment très étranges.
Puis le trou noir !!
Je ne me souviens pas du retour, mes souvenirs sont flous
Je m’retrouve chez Dorian, un calvaire sous la voûte
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8. |
Medusa
02:38
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Medusa
ocean girl
you attracted me to nothingness
your beauty hid an unexpected darkness
your gaze will petrify me
With your snake hair you thought you were immortal
I was leading an irrational quest
I still had no doubts about the fate that awaited me
Ocean girl
impure pearl
you possessed and dispossessed me
you took my heart but it will become a gun
Medusa isn’t immortal
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9. |
Adele's eyes
03:33
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Adele's eyes
your dark eyes so mysterious
elegant funeral beauty
you made men fantasize
did you really realize
your look is destabilizing
icy and insistent
attraction and fascination
you are glowering at us
your eyes like a mirror
reflecting our lies
different emotions
On your smile
hidden sadness
into your eyes
a buried secret…
There has always been that bitterness
this incomprehensible despair
but now you spit out their actions
your eyes like a mirror
reflecting our lies
different emotions
On your smile
hidden sadness
into your eyes
a buried secret…
he says he loved you
he didn’t know
it was only caresses
he says he didn't hurt you
but he destroyed the girl you were
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10. |
Lipstick
04:46
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Lipstick
Today i feel something strange
I put lipstick on my lips
My movements are so delicate
And I speak with soft words
in my brain everything is mixed
am i a man or am i a girl
I put mascara on my eyelashes
and polish on my nails
now I take off the veil
men look at me on the street
all the women are so surprised
and I look at them proudly
with conquering eyes
I walk in the street
with my head held high
I walk in the street
with my head held high
within a minute I felt all the suffering of women.
violence, humiliation and murder
within a minute I felt all the suffering of women.
violence, humiliation and murder…
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NAIROD YARG Villefranche Sur Saone, France
With a strange and unpronounceable name, NAIROD YARG references the famous Irish Dandy Oscar Wilde and David Lynch's cinema
to present their cold wave tinged with Punk and Noisy Rock.
The duo, created in July 2018, is releasing its 1st self-titled album on vinyl on September 26, 2019. 11 tracks in English and French are composed like a Noisy Rock soundtrack of an imaginary "film noir".
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