La rue se meut en spectacle
La nuit se meurt en débâcle
Je suis sur le réceptacle
De la honte et pourtant je monte.
L'escalier rond, cassé par la danse des passants
Impatiente de toute jouissance
J'amasse des tâches de rire, il vaut mieux pourrir
Sous terre ou brûler pour mieux s'aimer.
Devant la moue impassible, on peut faire l'impossible.
supported by 11 fans who also own “La Maison-Diev pt. 2”
Wow. I had this in my wishlist for a while and just purchased. I did not realize the gravity of what this was until I started listening through it. This is genius. So heavy but beautiful. A mental, emotional, and spiritual experience. wespaul2000
supported by 8 fans who also own “La Maison-Diev pt. 2”
It's hard to describe this one. It's brutal, it's crazy, it's kicking ass! Some weird and insane shit. It's like a punch in the face…with a Knuckelduster…by your mom…on Christmas. Sælzer Bub