to my dead twin brother
“ EXP ”
A side:
01.Recycler (tribute to Tricky)
02.Sympathetic (little jazz song)
03.Daffodil (to thoughts of Brian Molko)
04.Little Pain (alkaloids)
05.BitterSweet (all these things)
B side:
06.Man With A Razor Blade
07.City Holes
08.Borderlining Celsius
Released: 3/2002
RECYCLER
hey, man, hey, man, hey
-
black nightshade
black nightshift
black worship
black work, shit
-
half-day closing
half-life – it is nothing
-
hey, man, hey, man, hey
-
scream and whisper
it defreezes
christmas
soon will come
to defreeze us
no guns
-
hey, hey, hey
-
ocean
opens
his arms
to me
I take
his embrace
so decisive
and gloomy
-
Recycler, Recycler
he’s Recycler
-
don’t you think
he’s as black as coal
don’t you think
he’s as white as snow
-
oh
-
he’s Recycler…clear
I hear and I fear
it’s clear, Recycler is near
he is near
-
enemies
chemicals
mechanicals
recycle me
-
the enemy I hate
is animated enemy
rename it, please
defreeze
-
my enemy
is faked, faked
he’s fucked and faked
fucked and naked
break it, I hate it
rename it, please
-
refrain
defreeze
-
let it remain
as it is
SYMPATHETIC
what a feeling
what a terror
hot when you’re gone
and cold when you’re near
drums don’t beat
and bells don’t ring
‘cause my love is written
in a sympathetic ink
don’t be pretentious
don’t be pathetic
then my vibrations
will be, maybe, sympathetic
please, understand
this simple thing
then you can read what’s written
in my sympathetic ink
DAFFODIL
these yellow flowers
are so fucking lovers
these flowers
blow my brain out
I sing my prayers
I make my vows
these fucking flowers
I love
making love to you
is like making love to a mirror
it is as perfect as perverted
thin threads of thriller
turn to rusty chains of terror
it’s so superior
so fucking mellow
my tortured hands
have turned to crabs
and ran away
in crab style
I must be dead
when I was born
so nature won’t
avenge me
baby, baby
play your lethal tricks
don’t mind
baby, baby
nature loves the freaks
of your kind
baby, baby
there’s a print of the lipstick
is it yours or mine
baby, baby
nature loves the freaks
of our kind
making love to you
is like making love to a mirror
it’s so superior
so fucking mellow
nature loves its favorite freaks
LITTLE PAIN (alkaloids)
you push the alarm clock
away from my bed
‘cause there’s no reason
to wake up
you say this love is the prison
we’ll never ever break
you say it’s all over, baby
I say it’s O.K.
you cannot avoid
my alkaloids
it will burn you inside
it’s a stomachache
you’ll be choking
you’ll be trembling/dying
in my name
just a little pain
just a little
a little needle
lethal little
lethal needle
you take all wicked thoughts
out of my head
‘cause there’s no reason
to be sad now
you say this love is the prison
we’ll never ever tread
I say it’s all over, baby
you say it’s O.K.
just a little pain
BITTERSWEET (all these things)
bittersweet
happiness
fuckiness
-
troubles with my instincts
there’s a trouble with my instincts
oh, I’m fern
I’m fern
I’m a cryptogam
damned, overdamned
no one never see
my flowers of misery
my alibi
-
and I sing
dreadful blues
and I knew
all these things
all these things
fresh breath
strong wings
angel’s breasts
angel’s nests
bittersweet
fuckiness
-
the longest minute
the minute before the midnight
before red zeroes
march three abreast
my heart beats in angel’s breasts
I find my soul in angel’s nests
-
and I sing
dreadful blues
and I knew
all these things
all these things
musty breath
weak wings
bare bones
we’re waiting for guests
waiting for worms
now we both
know
all these things
all these things
MAN WITH A RAZOR BLADE
…my razor blade
is sick and warm
it’s your blood on it…
I breed the Death
I breed the Cleanliness
within your fucking rows
the blade is super stainless so
the blood is on the flow
I give you the other perfect perception
the perception of pain
the perception of royalty
won’t you come with me
will you love me
I turn it all to red
I love this colour very much
my shiny razor blade is
the splendid thing you touch
wind is playing with my long hair
my eyes are burning wild
I’m a super human being
an antisocial child
I do my job with pleasure
I cut, I tear, I hate
I’m a super human creature
man with the razor blade
say the prayers
to my cold weapon
even god
does not know
what will happen
…I’m a breeder
I’m your new leader
come with me
it just stands bigger
now I taste treacle
or even sweeter
a little later
I will taste bitter…
(you wanna
nirvana
near yeah)
CITY HOLES
1.you’re still of the best brand
come on one week-end
when the weather falls
where the Earth ends
the Apocalypse
it’s time to see your strips
to dive deep
and touch your lips
(hipsters in the street
let’em go free
rappers in the street
kill’em all
kill’em if they move
kill’em if they speak)
it’s time to tear up
what we’ve been
wrapped in
2.let your body go
let your body down
let your body go
to the City Holes
where the old crows
speak the truth
and the elm trees
are shaking secretly
where the Earth rolls
‘cause the snow flakes
and the one fucks
‘cause the other pays
the place where lives
Mistress Hatred
where the sun is
always scattered
let your body go
let your demons free
let’em wander through
the darkest side streets
give your soul
to the City Holes
and if there’s something left
give it to me
BORDERLINING CELSIUS
1.I come near you
my tears come to my throat
I know each inch of you –
Your Silence
your silence destroys the cells
Your Whiteness (my violence)
Your Boundlessness
-
(all my friends are maniacs
all the maniacs are the friends of mine
we are having good time here)
-
here is no these petty people
anyway they will not dig it
no shit, no shit, no shit, no shit
only the crows
they’re singing Glorias
they still remember me
flying with them ages ago
my haemoglobin saturates the snow
-
just a minute, then I’ll die
just a minute, then I’ll die
just a minute, then I’ll die
just a minute, then I’ll die
-
sick sick blood
in my sick sick veins
sweet sweet spring
fevering the brain
-
2.give me your sky-high blood
pressure
give me your altered states
Borderlining Celsius
I welcome this unfriendly nature
I meet my new bipolar friends
hallucinations
are coming back to life
in the morning fog
and dying in the street lights
I’m not a mouse
and not a frog
ain’t Britney
ain’t Courtney
eat me beat me
fuck me
talk to me
-
is it harmony?
is it harmony?
is it harmony?
is it harmony?
-
give me all your painful pleasures
give me your fucking altered states
Borderlining Celsius
I welcome this unfriendly weather
I speak to my bipolar friends