"Dead Lovers' Sarabande"
(FACE TWO)

~ Abschied ~
(orig. music & lyrics by NICO)
*Oct. 16th 1938 + July. 18th 1988

„Seinem Geiste bekenne ich mich,
ein Sehnen verzehret sein schönes
Gesicht,
daß, ermattet, von Güte beschattet, allmächtig ist.
Sein Körper
bewegt sich nicht...-
im Traume sich endlich sein Zwingen vergißt.
Den heulenden Jubel erkenne ich nicht,
der mir den heiligen Frieden
zerbricht.
Sein schweigender Mund, seine schlafende Brust
harren zärtlich
der süßen Lust.
Sein Körper bewegt sich nicht...-
im Traume sich endlich
sein Zwingen vergißt."

~ The Dog Burial ~

"Rasch, beeilt Euch, steigt hinab,
ich hört' ihn atmen dort im Grab!
Bringt Licht herbei, brecht auf den Sarg!
Was zaudert ihr?! Tut, wie ich sag`,
bevor sein Herz gibt auf den Schlag...!"

~ The House is empty now ~
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~ No-one is there ~

Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget
how sounds become words or even sentences...
No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say...

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, no, no... -not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself...,
sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her
ears.
But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
that with every passing hour another word is leaving my
mind...

I am the mistress of loneliness,
my court is deserted but I do not care.
The presence of people is ugly and cold
and something I can neither watch nor bear.

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...,
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive, alles is schwer,
there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE...

~ Procession / Funeral March ~
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~ Va(r)nitas, vanitas... ~
(...omnia vanitas)

Knochen verbrennen bei 760°,
und damit ist eigentlich auch schon alles gesagt.
Komm´, laß´ uns spielen „König & Königin",
dreimal darfst Du raten, wer von beiden ich dann bin!
Doch in Grunde ist dies alles einerlei,
zu Staub werden wir zerfallen
und sind dann... ach ...ohnehin gleich!
Dennoch muß ich bekennen,
die Einsicht fällt zuweilen schwer,
Dinge an denen wir hängen,
geben wir nur höchst ungern her.
Oh, alles ist vergänglich und existiert nur kurze Zeit,
wovor wir uns so fürchten, ist meistens bloße
Eitelkeit.
Was and´re von uns glauben,
ist flüchtig, wie ein Furz im Wind.
Laß´ sie denken, was sie wollen,
es gibt Dinge, die wirklich wichtig sind!
Komm´, schließe Deine Augen,
und sag´ geschwind: WAS KANNST DU SEH`N ?
Schaust Du mit off´nem Herzen,
werden selbst garst´ge Monster schön...

("Beauty comes from the inside and so does ugliness!
Yet, make-up is my amour, Dear, and I must hide my face.
One and one is sometimes three, sometimes nothing at all,
all is mortal, all is vain... -and mortal things must
fall")

...Knochen verbrennen bei 760°,
und damit ist eigentlich auch schon alles
gesagt!

~ The Hourglass ~
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~ Transfiguration ~

Nothing in this world can be as unsullied and pure
as the love of us Cold Ones for the ddead.
Our "love" lives only in those fleeting moments... -of 
recollection;
memories we're fearing to forget.
Our "love" knows neither kiss nor touch,
we are embracing dust, air or ourselves
when visualizing what we've lost.
Awoken by a sound or scent,
some vision call sad phantoms..., fleeting,
wrapped in fading colours... -our lament.
And there is the all-devouring dread:
"some day I might not bring him back (anymore),
when my conscious mind decides to lose the contours of his 
face".
Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead...-
far beyond the barriers of the opposite space.
Yet, alas, despite it all...,
walking throught these deserted halls...
It's easy, still, to love the dead...-
It's easier to love the dead. 

~ Has he come to test me ? ~
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~ If Loneliness was all ~

Imagine what it would be like 
if loneliness was all...!
No fulfillment,  nor hope inside, 
could I endure this sadest fate
if loneliness was all...? 

(scene  cut)

"Will i ever find the one
i've waited for a thousand years?
But the answer  to this question lies
within the confines of your (hopes and) fears.
"Heal me,  feel me, reveal and seal me! 
Shed a light upon my lonely soul!"
But there is no-one  (no other being) 
on the outside to make you whole... 

(scene cut)

"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle, 
one mask for any opportunity. 
This sphere must remain  incomplete...
(as) in its centre the thirteenth mask is me."
If love was something i could feel,
at least some kind of cheerfulness...
but i feel nothing, drowned in pain, 
half-frozen in my emptiness. 

Beyond this veneer of friendliness
lies my true face, that no-one knows. 
This mask's a lie, obvious and sad, 
my heart is empty and all is cold. 

the same stage: 
(on the staircase, some other night) 

Imagine, what it would be like, 
if love was really all...! 
Then I'd truly be alone 
without a resting place or a final home,
if love was really all...
"Confide a  secret to me,
and i'll keep it to myself!
I'm like a temple built of sadness,
trustworthy like a grave..."

(scene cut)

~ Daffodils ~
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