Phoebe: bloody emancipation

What a miserable century
factory chimney pumps murk in the air
the devil breaths at the top of his lungs
misery's sons and daughters
cover my realm with their rickety shadows

Young maidens work their ass off on the hand-loom
these honest weavers, just turned thirteen
On the spinning wheel one’s gonna prick
Her skinny finger to punish a itch

Black Reaper sweating intensifies
it drips down the unholy sky
acid rain on the luddite revolt
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a baroque dark retreat
the scene is slow and sad
grotesque works are on sale for the libertines

There runs an affair of incest and abuse
the clergyman is letting himself loose
fearmongering his new amuse
The tea has been sacked from a very exotic place
sweet and sour is the agony of the slave
Traded in classy little boxes for the upper-middle class

Malice the incurable just got the verdict
her pale blue body waves in front of me
I turn my face away I don’t wanna see
A former beauty turned a depraved addict

While sophisticated ladies discuss the latest fashion from Paris
the chimney-sweep boy earns his cancer for a caprice
the honest weaver trades her virginity for a bread piece
and gluttony drags our prisoners
to the great crematorium

The city’s on a blaze, a secret cleansing plan
while a knife flashes in the dark
maybe some can escape the flame but won’t escape the blade
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a killing spree
a bloody emancipation
The puritans will blame the king

Where were you after the great fire?
I was between the abyss and the lotus flowers
Gypsy fire-eaters were called to tame the blaze

Phoebe everything you touched
Twitched and rot away
In my exile I’ve nourished an inner eye
disclosing me your sin-scattering talent

Phoebe all I remember of you is outrageous
Your remains now forsaken as plague-stricken
Everywhere you spread pride & decadence
My dearest friend I’ve lost you twice
the first time when you trashed your innocence

Twin soul prepare me a strong dose
My twin soul prepare me the strongest of your doses

recover my realm
recover my realm

Sophie clockwork mannequin

The instructions for the sane use of life
were carved on a mechanical puppet core
by gentle hands of girlish abnegation
the instructions for the safe use of life were given
and I was mildly listening

standing by the chrysalis
waiting for she to hatch
and bend her face to the light
so that I can see
the features of my abductress
having a vaporwave dream

I wonder, can things self-repair?
when precision gears get stuck
and nobody is there to fix 'em
am I supposed to rust and decay along with?
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your clumsy dancer

during my whole youth of captivity
I kept on spinning forward
with my musical box’s ballerina

and in my sweet exile from humanity
I've built a steam-powered orchestra
programmed to play otherworldly lullaby

Here's the spider caught in its own web
insomnia nurtures confusion which starves
patience which depraves temperance

clockwork mannequin
would you be the silent heroin
of my steampunk manifest?
clockwork feminine
in our solitary empire
take my hand and dance once again with me

When the machine is self-aware
every machinery takes fire
hideous copper gargoyle, I’m starving to salvage
the carcass of you
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your emaciated dancer

the instructions for the final use of life
are impaled on my consumed figure
by hard claws of viciousness
for I awaked her nemesis 
and built my torture chamber
a sinister musical box 
spinning with quiver

Mourning Tempo/Temple

Don't come any closer than this 

I'd rip your wings and weigh you down 

With this heavy mortal heart 

The journey was given to you 

so sail away, and rejoice, my dearest 

and leave all the mourning to me 

I shall visit the temple 

in the morning

Rascal blues

Born in the roaring twenties
Grown up a beatnick
keeping me self warm
with hard-boiled novels
while fed by the magpies in a hovel

A femme fatale she was
who sharpened her stiletto heel
on scavenged jawbones and ribcages
then I met you in the city of angels

Yes, in the city of angels I met you
inside a bar with a jukebox
that was playing a perish song
you stared at me among the scaundrel-looking folk
so you came and put a wing on me
then bought me a chalk-stripe suit
you told me you came along with the breeze
you told me you came to absolve me

am I a just another hepcat
another hopeless ghetto rebel
with a pulp of criminal morality
getting by felony after felony

anyway, I couldn't think of anything
as perdition-worthy
as your aura smokin’ a cig, your neon halo flickerin'
oh man, everything she gazes at takes noir shades

I walk down the streets of your monochrome ego
frenzy-looking for atonement, an excuse to cry bingo!
a renegade star was my gift for Confirmation
it didn’t grant me nothing but damnation

Make of me your sentimentally-hired killer
let me surf on your dark blood lagoon
the pages of my banned books are burning
in the Cadillac of all mental squandering

In the city of angels I met you
we were baptised in ink, as you wished
And I thought I could ascend with right words
by your divine grace, your dos and donts
but I never managed to
so send me to Jesus now, say the right words
put a second wing on me, no big deal
and call yourself done

If you're reading this letter from the jail
tomorrow I’ll be sitting on the electric chair
I gave myself up, I made no resistance
to save your neck with some elegance
it’s my last romantic act
my well-deserved beatitude 

 

Electrodrome

Edison may have given us the lightbulb

But Tesla has bottled the lightning.

Weapon industry wants to go on vacation

I am the friggin' weapon industry 

the Moloch behind your good-faithed 

agendas 

I enjoy simple things

human flesh and pollution 

bow to me 

suck my missile

USA, UK, Italy, Germany, France

suck my missile 

Israel, Russia, China, Japan

suck my missile

North Korea my beloved

suck it deep

 

hey don't look at me like this

guns don't kill, people do

Yes, I am good and do good 

I dispense security to your parents

and a career to your brother

I am progressive and open-minded

I don't discriminate by sex faith nor race

meritocracy is my policy

and I drive your country economy 

USA, UK, Italy, Germany, France

suck my missile 

Israel, Russia, China, Japan

suck my missile

North Korea my beloved

suck it good

I've put Ares and Shiva under contract

as any other school shooter weirdo

I've breastfed swathes of mobs and terrorists

and whispered rhymes to every African child soldier

I wipe my ass with the tongue of the hippie
and deepthroat the purple-haired feminist

'cause today I shat a million of mines  

so I feel pretty horny

I care so much for the environment

that I have a plan to hygienize the world from a disease called Humans

bacteriological apocalypse?

atomic holocaust?

pick one

that's real flower power for you you stupid illiterate fuckers

I am clairvoyant 

my ciclopic eye sees the future

and I see myself marching

with my beautiful arsenal

marching to the rim of the world

a giant blood-dripping promontory 

never coagulating 

never coagulating 

never coagulating 

...

Oh I'll tell ya what now
It's about time for me to retire

I'd love to just chill on my hammock
sipping a properly made Virgin Colada

on an endless vacation in a tropical Paradise

waiting for the moment

computers controlling nuclear heads

BECOME SENTIENT

First draft July 2013

The last ride of the Teddy Boy

I give you a call to announce you the End of the World 

and you simply plunge onto your nubile bed 

chuckling and giggling at the scoop 

  

can't you see it's all a charade

oh fabulous soothing years of sedative

and lull

that left me wings-clipped 

not to become the rebel heir 

of such a miserable wellbeing

but we continue to be well-dressed 

but we continue to be well-combed 

to be elegant bystanders

at the apocalypse

suburb life marvel
early burial collective

how we're supposed to thrive
under a negative sky

shall we build our mind coffin
but try not to be too fancy

I've seen you eating at Ronald's the other day

you looked happy but a little vague
the quality there must've really improved

cause everybody looked the same

I bet everybody tastes the same

   

but we continue to be well groomed

but we continue to be well behaved

to be elegant bystanders

at the apocalypse 

 

suburb life marvel
premature death collective

how we're supposed to thrive
under a polluted sky

shall we build our mind coffin
but try not to be too trendy

 

I've seen you eating your brother the other day
you looked happy but a little vague
the quality at Ronald's must've dropped
cause everybody resorted to smth rotten

  

during the Last Ride of the Teddy Boy 

everybody carries a cross 

down to Calvary street

he carries a feather

or shaould I say a feather carries him

I think this time he's gonna win
Smith's hand waving at him

while he pushes himself in the agony

   

guerilla warfare for tonight entertainment!

the leader of the Mods arrested 

many white boys' white faces tumefied 

the upper-middle class girl randomly deflowered 

but all's good in Heaven Inc.

 

So I've heard you want to start a revolution boy

how about a career in Finance?

HOW ABOUT A CAREER IN FINANCE.

no worries ocean cliffs bleed

hundreds of wheeled machines

millenials smile and leap

in a great tribute to pre-space age

anxiety

 

forsake my generation