"Les Fleurs Du Mal"

~ Always within the hour ~

Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps posed a threat to you?
Have I crossed the thin line now, that guards your un-enchanted barn, was it my simple friendliness that stirred the peasants, causing this alarm?

Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives or fiancees will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.

Such ugliness laid eyes on you in conversation, plain to see.
Your signals, clearly advertising, stressing the obvious to me!
Oh, bite your tongue, is it too much to ask for, can’t you just for once, keep it in.
Oh, please don’t say it … - spare me your painful arrogance!

Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives or fiancees will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.

Say:
Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps posed a threat to you?
Have I, out of saddest habit, stared for too long at one spot?
Or has my silence been mistaken for pondering on your private parts?

Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives or fiancees will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.

~ In Der Palästra ~

As through the pipes the waters fell down to the bottom of the well, in listless apathy I gazed at the cold waters … - as he bathed.
I half behold that scenery and its most sensual masculinity.
Yet, disappointment, oh, can’t you see, is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I’m shyly sipping water … while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I … I only HATE … men.
He marvels at all things new to him … - and I only wait … for all things in this sick world … to end.

The water pouring down his spine, caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined, calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his beautiful body and soul a friendly God must have built this man to an all well-balanced whole.
What sad bewilderment this brought, physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred: an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me: it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I’m shyly sipping water … while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I … I only HATE … men. He marvels at all things new to him … - and I only wait … for all things in this sick world … to end.

I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, he never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare. The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread, and if I told him about it, he might only shake his head with kindly amused, melodious laughter, he then would perhaps merely smile at my … oh, so stupid silliness … and the BEAST that is raging inside.

~ A little bar of soap ~

(the choir):
Purify your soul, boy!

I wish I was a little bar of soap 
I wish I was a little bar of soap 
I’d go slippy slippy, slimy over everybody’s heinie 
I wish I was a little bar of soap 
Bar of soap

(the choir):
Hmm- ba - bar of soap 
Slippy, slippy, slime 
Hmm-ba - bar of soap 
Wouldn't that be fine? 
Oh-hmm-ba - bar of soap 
Slippy, slippy, slime 
Hmm-ba - bar of soap 
To purify your soul and your behind.

~ Bitter Sweet ~
(version of Roxy Music song, originally written by Bryan Ferry & Andrew Mackay)

Well this is such a sad affair 
I've opened up my heart so many times 
But now it's closed 
Oh my dear every salted tear 
It wrings 

Bitter - sweet applause 
But when the show's in full swing 
Every once in a while 
High stepping chorus lines 
Mean i'm forgetting 
Mein lullaby - liebchen 
How rich in contrast 
Love can be 

Sometimes i'm quite amused 
To see it twist and turn 
To taste - both sweet and dry 
These vintage years! 
Lovers you consume, my friend 
As others their wine 

Nein - das ist nicht 
Das ende der welt 
Gestrandet an leben und kunst 
Und das spiel geht weiter 
Wie man weiss 
Noch viele schonste... wiedersehn 

And now, as you turn to leave 
You try to force a smile - 
As if to compensate - 
Then you break down and cry

~ La Mort D'Arthur ~

When I was a little child 
We often walked the country-side 
in brightest sunlight, or in rain 
my mother took me by the hand 
and as she had me in her tow 
a frown then came upon her brow 
she turned her head, looked down at me 
and spoke these words of prophecy: 

„Kalte Hände, Froschnatur, 
von der Liebe keine Spur! 
Hast kalte Händ’, bist Froschnatur, 
nein, von der Lieb‘ ist keine Spur!“ 

“Die Fröschelein, die Fröschelein, 
das ist ein lustig Chor. 
Sie haben ja, sie haben ja 
kein Schwänzchen und kein Ohr.
Die Fröschelein, die Fröschelein, 
das ist ein kalter Chor. 
Sie haben ja, sie haben ja 
kein Schwänzchen und kein Ohr.”

~ The Simple Joys of Maidenhood ~

Where the exit-door leads in 
he scrutinises circling clockwise 
counting two out of the three 
slightly above the first degree 

"Has there been blood?" 

he asks politely as once a year we do explore 
with my head resting on the pillow 
gateways towards 
Plutonian shores 

Some are caused by downward pressure 
so don't strain when opening bowels 
the simple joys of maidenhood 
the red-eyed fox is on the prowl 

Rubber-bands for arteries 
these Indian seeds do soak like flees 
reduce the use of salts and lose some weight 
walk half an hour every day 

I openly dislike your vagueness 
in handling hours we appoint 
but when you choose 
your pronouns rightly 
I do silently rejoice 

Some are caused by downward pressure 
so don't strain when opening bowels 
the simple joys of maidenhood 
the red-eyed fox is on the prowl 

So listen closely girls and boys 
this song is about haemorrhoids 
Not anyone's but mine of course 
a secret part I now disclose

~ Helvetia Sexualis ~

What if… is a game for scholars 
So: it was sheer necessity 
nothing but chance that 
for reasons hidden to the world 
has led the two souls here 
Made them equal like dog and owner 
annoyed but neutral spend the night 
sharing the same bed they did slumber 
beneath two blankets ...side by side 

It makes no difference to explain 
How it all came to this 
'cause what if is a game for scholars 
approve and seal it with a kiss! 

Quickly erasing your lust, all we inspire is disgust. 
But then, of course, you can never be sure. 
and that's the ghost that's haunting you !!! 

Familiar causes made me shiver 
mainly with chill this foetus coiled 
Apologies did only soothe his anger 
but explanations could not avoid 
him winding down the ancient form 
the spell of insecurity 
that liturgy which cruelly pointed out 
the difference between him and me 

I can't be bothered to explain 
how it all comes to this 
because all causes are "familiar" 
accept, and seal it with a kiss 

The larch, and not the morning-cock 
beheld two spoons our cook had graced 
and as our hero woke, he found 
his left arm still around my waist 
he rose, and I, the ugly child 
born of the shadow sphere 
allowed my thoughts to briefly travel 
to a world ..... to far from here 
where it's the cock that greets the morning 
and piles have meanings unlike their faces here ... - 

but what if is a game for scholars not, baby. 
so try your best now to hide the tears 

He said, as he walked to the bathroom: 
"I am not at all like you !!!" 

"Well I don't have the slightest idea 
what you could possibly be referring to. 
But rest assure, man, because whatever 
this most dreadful thing might be 
be sure that our difference is more than obvious 
to the world outside ... and me!" 

Quickly erasing your lust, all we inspire is disgust 
But then, of course, you can never be sure 
and that's the face that's frightening you !!! 

I can't be bothered to explain, how it all came to this, 
'cause what if is a game for scholars 
and it's called: 
Helvetia Sexualis

~ Les Fleurs du Mal ~

Oh, I the wetly weak claw 
led by his strong warm paw 
walking the forbidden path 
through high uncut summer grass 
while hunters nose dive 
membranes servants to their flight 
were buzzing all around our heads 
black parasol, balance and shades 

Those little bells on my fool's cap 
all witness to my sad defect 
crowning my pale seriousness 
in most ridiculous distress 

The smile on his weather-tanned face 
his white teeth somewhat out of place 
the gentle roughness of his hands 
dark soil staining his fingernails 

Ushered into the forest's hold 
I'm folding up my parasol 
heralding fears of deprivation 
in answer to my hesitation 
he's parting the branches as we move 
I dare a smile in shy excuse 
Oh does he know the ghosts I drag 
the dreadful ending I expect? 
The boyish hand of this olden maid 
hints secrets, guarded by her face 

Does your world know my shadow's near, 
the loop of time I always fear? 
The fact that I carelessly stepped 
into my very own, dark trap? 
You stride, I'm glancing at your belt ... - 
should I miss any of the things I never felt? 

The shaking hand of this olden maid 
instead waters the flowers 
on her ancient grave.

~ Shave, if you love me ~

Wax the monkey, shave the bear 
Jungle-creatures won't be fed in here 
trim the hedges, cut the trees 
then you'll know how affection feels 

Shave the monkey, wax the bear 
Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here 
Trim the hedges, and trim the tree 
who is there hiding in the shrubbery?! 

Where there's a hole there is an ace 
I will put a smile on your grumpy face 

Beefcake vegetarian 
We're oiled, refined, and slightly tan 
If we're the heat wave 
then you're the fan 
and now we'll gladly carry out 
the garbage-can 

we're fifty something, well-aged wine 
if you're wooden in your cask that's just fine. 

I'll be your garland queen of Lace 
the Sleeping Beauty in our maze 
oh, fifty something well aged win 
me, the wooden cask, that's fine 

I know you like me to watch you piss 
you're only waiting to be kissed 
you're such a beauty to behold 
here comes a shower and it's made of gold 

I'm a flower, water me 
let's build a castle by the sea! 
You're like the sun-shine, morning breeze 
the sun shines warm on your disease ... - 
such pollen makes the black birds sneeze. 

Who is there sitting on your back? 
There is no need for a sneak attack! 
If you're monastic to my bliss. 
Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis. 

Poor friar dreaming in his cell(s) 
he knows the art of tonsure well. 
and all the songs a blade can sing 
such is the Easter that I bring" 

The bells are chiming in (y)our vaults, 
I am the goddess that unfolds 
iconic beauty, as yet unseen 
if you're only courting 

The Virgin Queen

so: 
Wax the monkey, shave the bear 
jungle-creatures cannot come in here. 
Trim the hedges 
and cut the trees 
then you'll know 
how affection feels.

~ Some men are like chocolate ~

Gentle words, had been my weapons 
careful openness and fragile honesty 
had gradually begun to slowly win him over ... - 
and somehow had lured him here. 

Despite my obvious display of defect 
my miserable frailty, 
of which I never made a secret 
I disarmed him with my sincerity 
that never waned, despite the laughter 
of public insult, ridicule 
not even when confessing meant 
turning myself into a wretched fool. 

Some men are like chocolate 
but most of them are like shit 
and if you don't have the experience 
to spot that tiny difference 
you're likely to fall for all of it. 

In secret, on those rare occasions 
when no living soul was near, 
no eyes, no ears, no other people 
were around to see or hear 
so there was no danger of some chance intruder 
to doubt his manliness and strength ... - 
then suddenly his words grew gentler. and his gestures slightly changed. 
He did not seem to mind my presence at all 
came even closer of his own accord, 
yet still he veiled each subtle revelation 
in rough-cut gowns of what we call 
the "ACCIDENTAL TOUCH" 

Some men can truly be like chocolate 
but most of them are more like shit, 
and if you don't have the experience 
to spot that tiny difference 
you're very likely to fall for all of it 

Alas, some men are like chocolate 
but most of them are like SHIT 
and if you don't have the experience 
to spot that subtle difference 
you're likely to fall 
for only the promise of a kiss.

~ The Virgin Queen ~

Panda-ghost-face 
oh, dear me I do still ponder on 
the old "first question" I ever raised 
was by mistake, a "singular" one. 

Handsome and straight 
I only detect the safety of denial 
the "masculinear", slap in the face 
there are some tears I shall never cry 

Brothers in arms I tend to ignore 
I am sadly waving a sigh 
from the other shore 
It is by far not an easy thing 
to delight the barren heart 
of the Virgin Queen. 

There is not a man walking this earth 
that I would like to watch 
I do not care about your pretty face 
I never thought about your crotch! 
I do not marvel at your body 
be it athletic or fat 
I do not long for your sick kiss 
there is no room for you in my bed! 

There's no magic-man wand'ring here, 
who's wand I'd want to touch! 
Well, I don't mind a handsome face 
but none shall ever make me blush! 
I never bowed before a statu®e 
for I'm the Gorgon's work of art, 
I am not dying to be kissed 
there's no fire in my well-sedated heart 

Sailors, soldiers, cops and rangers, and fire-fighters too ... 
- Some like a man in uniform, well, I confess: I do. 
Auf Pferderucken wohnt das Gluck, schau, 
dieser Hengst ist gut bestuckt! 
It is, by far, not an easy thing 
to delight the heart of the Virgin Queen. 

Oh, sailors, soldiers, cops, and rangers, fire-fighters too, 
some like a man in uniform and our Queen does too. 
But she is married to the throne 
the royal sceptre that she holds 
she made the greatest sacrifice 
for the poses she's destined to strike! 

We're sailors, soldiers, cops and rangers, fire-fighters too, 
we're marching men in uniform, our Queen is fair and true 
Oh, she's so lonely on her throne 
cold is the sceptre that she holds 
She made the greatest sacrifice 
for the poses that she's destined to strike 

Brothers in arms I tend to ignore, 
I am sadly waving a sigh from the other shore 
It is by far not an easy thing 
to delight the barren heart of the Virgin Queen 

Brothers in arms she tends to ignore 
she is sadly waving a sigh 
from the other shore 
it is by far not an easy thing 
to delight the barren heard 
of the Virgin Queen ...