From a long, long time ago
I have still the memory
When my teacher
Used to make me dream
And i hoped that
some day would come
I would have my chance
And i would have my fans
And they would be so wild
Did you read the Book of Law
And will you have faith in Nuit above
If the magus will tell you so ?
I do believe in industrial
Music will be my lethal drug
And noone can teach me
How to feel real good
Well, you know I've been in love with him
Cuz I thought he was the good guy for me
But he did abuse me, that crap
O Sista, i will never trust again
I was a lonely teenage suffer-genius
With the bad carnation and a wog I was
And I knew that my life was fucked-up
The day I was born
I started dying
I started dying
Twinkle, twinkle little star
I went to church but it was in vain
So I turned to the other side
Some old friends were drinkin'
Absinth and wine
Forget about love
Forget about life
The day of the fallen star
A woman screamed an Eagles' song
It was not death metal
It was about rehab
She gave me pills
My head broke down
I couldn't find the passage back
Where I belonged years before
My head grew heavy I became ill
In the streets refugees screamed
My love was gone
As a poet I was dead
And not a holy verse was muttered
My wrist by my father was broken
And Wilde and Sade suffered the same
Skid row, the jail and the contempt
Of every so-called good person
The day of the fallen star
I started dying
I started dying
Forced to work with a wacko
I still dream of San Francisco
I would be at my place there
Far from Paris, the modern marsh
I sold drugs near Barbès
I gave head not to die
I wanted to vomit
But I met an unexpected Friend
Twinkle, Twinkle little star
I started dying
I started dying
Brian Vane (the artist formerly known as Brahim Megherbi)
All rights reserved - 2020
