The Sachsenhausen Gates Song 

We’re empty ghosts on the run
How can we get the way back to our homes ?
Through the horror we walk
And through the horror we’re thrown

Yes we're thrown
Oh we're thrown

We’re bodies are on the ground
Forlorn in our tombs
Could you open the stars
Don’t keep’em fadin in your arms

We’re born into the dark
Of the park where we dream
Our cries fill the track
We leave when we sleep

Oh tell me!
Yes we sleep

We need some lights to shine
Some spirits and some wines
We’ve to fill our souls
With the feeling’s they’ve stolen

And now please tell me !!

For they’ve stolen the sun
There will be no more dawn
We’re empty ghosts on the run
How can we get the way back to our homes ?

Back to home ...

The Ballad of Jack the Ripper and Mary Kelly « Ginger »

 


In the neighbourhood of White Chapel
Grow the children trough the Hell with no angels
A man walks, all dressed in black
Carrying around the name of Jack

Jack the ripper!

The ground drinks the souls of prostitutes
Sounds in the night slowly become mute
Jack’s coming under the street lamp
No one can know but the moment

Who did tell you to kill ?
Your heart or a rich parent of the Queen ?
The hand goes quick,the gesture’s discret
I’d like to be able to keep a secret

Jack the ripper!

When you awake you can’t remind
Where were you last night at nine
The hand goes quick, the gesture’s dicret
I’d like to be able to forget

In the neighbourhood of White Chapel
Grow the children trough the Hell with no angels
A man walks, all dressed in black
Carrying around the name of Jack…

Jack the ripper

And if your mind oscillates
You go for, never hesitate
I imitate your fortitude more or less
Would you give me any astuteness ?

 

 Old Star

 Old star, you were the glory of celestial bodies,
But now your light not cleared up more, does not attract any more
Because now another star appeared,
More beautiful still..

Do you notice finally
Your fleeting glory ?
Understand you that for
People you do not exist any more?

Old man, sleeping in the street,
Just around you : the creeps
You were not a bad guy;
You were not lazy
You just didn’t have the choice of your memories

Do you notice finally
The human’s cruel charity
And their poor pity
With which they escape to the purgatory ?

Hey little girl
Why are you smiling when I’m just singing ?
Don’t you know the men’s madness? Don’t you know loneliness?
Those who joined me in my sweet black story

But no! You are right! Go! Prepare yourself to the sight!
Dream little girl!
Destroy the Borders!

 

 Dead or Alive



I've always prefered to run my own way
What can I di if it's not the way
They all follow they do follow
I'm going the way the wind blows

I heard them sayin' they wanted me dead or alive
I could feel it in the candles in their eyes
I know they prefered to see me dead than alive
But I'm not determined o diein'

Oh and if I kiss their sweet women
What can I do if I go the way the love goes ?
If I caress their daughters and children
What can I do if I am so ?

I heard them sayin' they want me dead or alive
I could feel it in the candles in their eyes
I know they prefered to see me dead than alive
But I'm not determined on diein'

And then...Lalalalala

And if I've always felt alone
If I don't need their sweet religion
If I don't need their politicians
You know how I love the freedom

I heard them sayin' they want me dead or alive
I could feel it in the candles in their eyes
I know they prefered to see me dead than alive
But I'm not determined on diein'

 

 Big Black Cats’ Walk




In this night, in this dark
In the deep of the streets
In the parks


There are cats to strut around
to the end of this day
They all want to say

“We are blacks
We are fats
But we are lovely, lovely cats”
And to the building
Rain is falling
And a girl looks at their side
And she cries

It was big black cat’s walk

They approach, don’t make a noise
Step by step, she needs help
The eyes closed

When a fur brush against her
She lets out a scream
And they begin to sing

“We are blacks
We are fats
But we are lovely, lovely cats”
And to the building
Rain is falling
And a girl looks at their side
Now she smiles

now she laughs
now she mocks
to the fats, to the blacks, to the cats

but to the mockeries' sound
on the felines' ground
they are looking at them
and smile once again

"We are blacks,
We are fats,
and we are ugly, ugly cats"
and to this fairy's reality
a girl looks at their side
and she lives....
It was big black cat’s walk

A ceux qui n'ont pas compris ce textes je leur réponds qu'ils n'ont aucune philosophie féline =_= et paf !