1. |
the Amnesiac Parade
03:50
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I wish I could remember
What happened on the 27th Turn
I wish I couldn’t forget
What you did to me my friendly enemy
And now
Swallow me up
I’m falling down
I wish I was sorry
But I am not
I wish I could disappear
But I am just transparent
Look at me
You don’t see me
Look at me
I’m a blue fish
I wish I was good
But I ‘m a bad player
Hey hello !
How are you?
Hey hello !
Do I know you?
I don’t remember
I forget.
I wish I could be
A birthday cake
With candles
Bleeding wax
On sugar
Throwing up wax
On candies
I wish I was soft
Like a feather but
I’m just liquid
Today was the last second
That I remember
I wish I was cool
Like everyone at school
Hey hello !
How are you?
Hey hello !
Do I know you ?
I don’t remember
I forget.
I wish I was a bomb
But I’m silence
Two fishes
Swimming around
We don’t remember
What happens on every turn
We just forget
I don’t remember
What did you just say ?
Hey you big red fish
Did I just want to know your inside
Did I ask you to
Rape my soul
Suck up my brain
Penetrate my mind and then
Throw me away
It’s ok 'cuz…
I won’t remember
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2. |
Godless
04:35
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Three o’clock in the morning
Running after taxis
Escaping the city’s lights
And how does it feel to be high?
Playing dirty games with
People of the night
Dance to fuck
Fuck to forget
Killing the little girl inside
Burning secrets in my eyes
Didn't ask for anything back daddy
I give to get empty.
Truth in insomnia
Hearing strangled whispers in bed
Didn't ask for anything back sweet boy
I give to get empty
(Godless) Red lipstick and heroin
(Godless) Credit on flesh ! Credit on skin !
(Godless) Get on your knees! Get on your knees!
Holy mother whore walking in the streets
Four o’ clock in the morning
Trash under the wheel of my good fortune
Never said that it would turn right or better
So holy Father bastard, send me your son
Five o’clock in the morning on telephone
Didn't ask for anything back sweet boy
I give to get empty
I give
TO GET EMPTY
Wanna feel
Clean
And pretty
Just wanna feel
Something
Love hate pain
Disappointment
Say that I’m a godless
Under some red spotlights
Black clouds and green sun
A godless
Black clouds and green sun
A godless
Just wanna feel
Clean
And pretty
Would you just give me something that
You don’t have?
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3. |
In the Whoredom of Hell
04:20
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Sleep deeply, dream badly
Who's the prisonner ?
Find an exit, keep the key
Who's the monster ?
God sent his ladies in a red box
Oh Holy clients , this is paradise
Devils wear their golden make up
Diamonds for every finger you suck
Yes, you broke your promises again
Hey God is a schizophrenic maiden
Every Jesus Christ today
Love their sick master and we also
Love to feel sorry (better being sorry than guilty !)
Bells are ringing but we are still asleep
Outside of this trip, world is so boring
Read between the lines, I’m no Messiah
Every Virgin Mary today
Die from AIDS
Of course,this was a cancer
Maybe it sounds more clear to your ears
Keys don’t open every doors
In the Whoredom of Hell
Nothing is said, everything is proclaimed
God loves his slaves and we also feel
Sorry for them (better being sorry than guilty)
GUILTY
GUILTY
GUILTY
GUILTY
God sent his ladies in a red box
Oh Holy clients , this is paradise
Devils wear their golden make up
Diamonds for every finger you suck
Yes, you broke your promises again
Well I don’t remember anything
And I don’t belong to this reality
Or maybe I ‘m just too bitter for it
Real freaks like me just learn to survive
Every scream stuck in your
Fucking stomachs is mine
Every inch of your lies
Only feeds the rage I have for fighting
Every inch of your deeds
Kills another weak while you're quietly sleep
Actually there is no key
I swallowed it , come to pick it up now, fools, ah ah
Keys don’t open every doors
In the Whoredom of Hell
Nothing is said, everything's proclaimed
God loves his slaves and we also feel
Sorry for them (better being sorry than guilty)
GUILTY ,GUILTY , GUILTY.
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4. |
Sickzophrenia
02:44
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H.E.R.T.Z.O.I.N
Hertzoin
I’ve got my needles
I’ve got my hertzoin
I’ve got my anger
I’ve got my frustration
I’ve got destruction
I’ve got my creation
I’ve got my dreams
But my dreams
Are stuck inside you
I’ve got a life
But my life is a NDE
Got my needles but my needles are hertzoin
I’ve got a gun but my gun is made of plastic
I’ve got a mind but you got it before
I’ve got a life
But my life is a NDE
Got my needles but my needles are hertzoin
I’ve got a gun but my gun is in plastic
I’ve got a mind but you got it before
you got it before
I’ve got my needles
I’ve got my hertzoin
I’ve got my anger
I’ve got my frustration
I’ve got destruction
I’ve got my creation
I’ve got my dreams
But my dreams
Are stuck inside you
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5. |
Fuckorama
05:36
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Lay down !
Spread your legs!
Shut up !
Move your ass!
My friendly enemies took me to the empty parking
And then to the woods and then to the dirty hotel
We met the criminal lovers, then took a multi coloured trip
We walked a little bit and crashed a lot
We talked a little bit and trashed a lot
I say ok to whatever you want me to play
I say ok to whatever you want me to take
I say ok to everything you want me to fake
I say ok to everybody you want me to fist fuck
(Let’s change our masks for a new opportunity)
Guilty skin
A new scarified request
For your
Guilty skin
Can’t go higher
Can’t go lower
Guilty skin
A new scarified request
For your
Guilty skin
I can’t go higher
Can’t go lower…
Hurry up, time kills.
My friendly enemies took me in a nowhere
And then to the station, and then to a dirty subway
They met nobody but their reflection through a white angel
They walked a little bit and crashed a lot
They talked a little bit and trashed a lot
(I walked a lot and crashed a little bit
I talked a lot and trashed a little bit)
I say no to whatever you want me to play
I say no to whatever you want me to take
I say no to whatever you want me to fake
I say no to whoever you want me to fist fuck
You didn’t kill me
I am still alive
You didn’t kill me
I ‘m free since I left you
You didn’t kill me
But I’m still stuck here with you in my head
You didn’t kill me
I am still alive
You didn’t kill me
I ‘m free since I left you
You didn’t kill me
But I’m still stuck here with you in this fuckorama
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6. |
Carol-Ïne
04:40
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On my little white rock
I believe that I can change the world
With my little lively dust
I believe that I can waste my words
On my chemical snow
I believe that I can change the show
Oh my stone of lies
I believe that I can change my life
Caroline
You were my little rock of everything
And we are gonna change the world
I wanted to change the world
I've changed my world
I wanted to waste the world
I 've wasted myself
(I don’t need anything else)
L'enfer blanc, infini
Des kilomètres de neige, de lac glacé, de rochers effrités
Aucune végétation
Pas même un arbre décharné
Ici, il n'y a ni vie, ni mort
Juste un globe oculaire sans iris,
Sans pupille, sans humeur
On ne distingue plus le ciel de la terre
La petite fille a atterri au point de départ
Elle est repartie à travers les banquises
Caroline
Collective smiles within happy ones
Collective orgasms out of selfdestruction
Artificial parties that we used to enjoy
Collective cancer that we get
As the others never forget
Collective suicide cuz everything is a lie
Individual feeling because we are so afraid
To be ourselves
It’s so hard to be but it’s harder to be real
You were my substitute for a friend
My substitute for a mother
My substitute for a lover
My substitute for power
My substitute for travel
My substitute for boredom
My substitute for freedom
anger
danger
violence
youth
gun
fun
breathe
scream
My substitute for the universe
My substitute for the universe
My substitute for the universe
...
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7. |
Skinsitive
05:23
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I have made my plans
Since I 've been out of this hell
I feel like an optimistic fatalist
Since I 've thrown up my kind devils
I have planned my rebirth
Now I’m the new her(tz)oïn
I tore every grey petal of my skin
To make you madly fall in love with me
Yeah I did and I feel like a fatalist optimism
Since everyone is caught in a “mise en abyme”
I feel almost beautiful, but I 'm not that sure
I'm almost famous
Let me show you how
Just give me bodies to tattoo with my fingers and
I will remember them and they will remember me
Betray
Hate
I’m kissing your feet
Jealousy
Cruelty
Thank you for all of this
I want to get get get get get get
This is my favorite need
I want to waste waste waste
This is my favorite sin
I want the universe
And I will do it, do it, do it
Skin_si_tive
I’ve destroyed my pants
I’ve cut my hair just
To feel less transparent
I just don’t remember myself
So today I marry my heroic “it”
So today I marry my erotic “it”
All I want is know you more
So as to destroy you better
When my teeth creaked, mankind was just a wish
Pornography of the mind is an exciting forbidden way
For all of us, and hurry up everyone! time is hell!
Three years that I've tried to find an exit
There is no light on my way
But I keep faith that I will escape someday
And finally find myself.
Liability
Animosity
Psychology
Ferocity
Yes Sigmund apologize us !
Society
Genocide
Words
Swords
Laughs and
Wolves
No Sigmund, yes C.G !
Hunt
Gun
Civilisation !
Yes Caroline
Ecce homo
I’m wearing
Your fucking crown
I’m getting naked
To disturb your sexual vision
Fashion androgyny
Enjoy my free lashing show
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8. |
Nostalgicide
06:17
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just don’t want to look at my back
I just don’t want to know what’s there behind
I just don’t want to look at my past
I just want to know what you’ve got
What you’ve got inside.
Sometimes I wonder how it would be to be human
(Suffocating just for a little emotion)
Sometimes I wonder how it would be to be you
(Standing the infinite cycle of suicidty)
Arms like snakes
I slip on everything I touch
Providing for the next twisted throat
(Which could invite me into another void)
Legs like spiders
And I run away from your ignorance
Providing for the unavoidable crash
Burst my reflection and tell me
Is there a soul behind?
Life is a game
Death a parade
The black eight ball
In my hand
Life is a game
Death a parade
The black eight ball
In my head
Sometimes Mrs Woolf,
Flowers resist before burning
(All alone and staring at the murder sun)
Sometimes they wonder
How all of this is gonna end?
(The great misunderstood in which people fall is
The most sympathic lesson they can learn)
Heart like ice
And I’m melting a little bit more everyday
Providing for the deserved
And asked-for punch
Mouth like metal
And I decide to break silence
Inviting pleasure
As one and only science
Head like a door
And I discover the unexpected key
Maybe we should open it to send it free
Maybe we should just try again my friend
Burst my reflection and tell me
Is there a soul behind?
(Maybe we should just try again my friend?)
Life is a game
Death a parade
The black eight ball
In my hand
Life is a game
Death a parade
The black eight ball
In my head
Outside…
Outside…
Outside of you
There is a place
There is a life
That I wanna know
But…you know
I feel safe here sometimes
But can I just stop to be so complaisant?
There is a way outside
Outside
There is a world
And…I’m so afraid of outside
I’m so afraid of outside
I know I have to be brave
This is my only way to
Serenity…
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9. |
Anxiorexia
05:14
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When I close my eyes
I see those luminous bugs
Nagging me
When I open them
I see those abstract dirts
Harassing me again
After anorexic emotions
There is a chemical fall
I was asking for some
L.O.V.E
What I got is only
H.A.T.E
L.O.V.E
I am a liar
H.A.T.E
L.O.V.E
I am a player
H.A.T.E
Well I threw away romance
Right into the overfed garbage
I replaced this by tiny blue pills
Chewing bubble pills yeah yeah
A new toy for my huge appetite
Mouth is lying, knees are shaking
Now I am as numb as the ground
(5, 6, 7 , 9, 9 ,9)
(1,1, 2, 7, 9)
When you are sick and insane
Darkness are not even black
Emptiness is full of stars
That you cannot catch
Death kissed me that night
It was soft
Life fucked me that day
It was short
The more I bleed the more I get clean
The more I bleed the more I get clean
More I get clean the more I bleed
More I bleed the more I get clean
More I get clean the more I bleed
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10. |
Paraphobia
04:58
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Chaque matin, lorsque je me réveille, la seule chose qui me fait prendre conscience que je suis dans la réalité, c'est de me sentir vulnérable.
My war is not pretty
She's the pine in my mind
When I close my eyes
Everyone dies
Oh when I close my eyes
Everyone dies
Ce qui me séduit dans mes rêves, c'est de pouvoir tout contrôler, ou bien alors, de pouvoir tout recommencer
My war makes me realize
Sometimes you cannot avoid the crash
Hello, I'm burning in a sudden explosion
Hello, I'm burning in my own implosion
My war is not pretty
Every person smells like a sad memory
And you are the worst of all
Et dans ma tête, il y a un "va te faire foutre" perpétuel. Il me permet de n'avoir peur ni de mes actes, ni de leur conséquence.
Got to be eyes
Got to be arms
Got to be lips
Got to be ears
Got to be brain
Got to be hands
Got to be a daughter
Got to be a sister
Got to be a lover
Got to be see doctors
Got to be a friend
Got to be the best
Got to stand
The bleeding air bed
Got to speak
Instead of singing
Got to sell my secrets
Got to let them steal my name
Got to make up my face
Every fucking day
Got to be a waste
Got to be a waste
Got to be a waste
Got to be ashamed
Got to be a waste (etc...)
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11. |
Ali3n 5taR
05:43
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I had to do this to change
I was a prisoner of myself
Never looking at somebody’s eye
Always hiding from the rest of the world
Am I a model
Am I an idol
Am I a poster on your wall?
Am I what you were…
Expecting for?
I have to pretend
I have to change
I have to fake
I have to be everywhere
Loving myself
Loving everyone
And what did I get in the end?
(messages : (..)I’ d like to be the one inside of you
I ‘d like to sit somewhere with you and watch the time going by
I ‘d like to sing a song with you (...)
Would you ?
I’d like to be the one for you
We all know
How is a trendy end
Dolls dogs diamonds dope
There is a dream
Inside a mind
There is a mind
Inside a dream
We all know
How is a trendy star
Trans something
Anti something
There is a dream
Inside a mind
There is a mind
Inside a dream
I’m no lover
I’m a dreamer…
There is a dream
Inside a mind
There is a mind
Inside a dream
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12. |
Glamolies
04:42
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I think they’ve already opened to the door
To the unknown guests at the corridor
They saw me, and asked me,
Would you like to come
To the party?
We are the best company
That anyone can wish
Just help yourself to anything you’d like except
Truth and honnesty
I think they’re wearing their mask
I think they’re sharping their knives
I think they’re sharing their cracks
I think they’proud of their marks
STAB STAB STAB ME
MY FRIENDS
SELL SELL SELL OUT
YOUR FAME
STAB STAB STAB ME
MY FRIENDS
SELL SELL SELL OUT
YOUR FLAME
Stab, stab, stab me
My friends…
Stab, stab, stab
‘Til it’s dead.
I think they’ve already closed the door
They asked someone to turn the sound up
(turn me up!)
They burnt the tip of their fingers
By smothering the flame of innocent candles
“Would you like to sit?
We’d love your company at our dinner table
Are you hungry?
Are you thirsty?
Would like a piece of your
Dignity?”
I think they’re wearing their mask
I think they’re sharping their knives
I think they’re sharing their cracks
I think they’proud of their marks
STAB STAB STAB ME
MY FRIENDS
SELL SELL SELL OUT
YOUR FAME STAB STAB STAB ME
MY FRIENDS
SELL SELL SELL OUT
YOUR FLAME
Lock the door
Turn me up
Take off your coat
Show us what you’ve got
Lock the door
Turn me up
Turn back your partner
Show us how much you lover
Smash the door down
Shut me up
You should find an exit
Before it’s too late
Smash the door down
Shut me up
You should wake up
Before the end comes
You should wake up before the end comes.
Wake up !
Surface !
Wake up
Surface
Wake up…
Surface…
WAKE UP.
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13. |
The Escape
04:17
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If I surface now,
Would you swallow me again?
If I surface now,
Would my dreams just stop...?
If I surface now,
Would you survive my friend?
and if I surface now...
Would I face
The sun
Life
Light
Something
Real
To feel
To hear
To see
To feel
To hear
To see...
Your mouth wide open against my eyes wide shut
Wise outside , wild inside
The thrown drowns
Your cavity lights up
I lose my crown
Against freedom
I gain reality
Against my dreams
The scent of rage is covered by the smell of hot stones
My feet are leading me far away from my kingdom
Facing the fake to find the real
Crawling at the start to learn to run
Facing the fake to find the real
Crawling at the start to learn to run
No revenge plans
No cynisism
No "no future" anymore
Just the power of loneliness
I deserve to walk a million miles
After having slept for years
" Oh look far away, the escape is only a start/ Oh don't turn back/ The parade is waiting for you/ Oh a last breath is always a first scream
Oh a last breath, is always a first scream
Oh a last scream, is always a first breath
Oh a last scream, is always a first "breathe"
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14. |
Serenity
05:02
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Lack of my life
Reflects to me
A million faces
On one face
Should I look deeper
To find the monster?
Or should I lock my heart ?
I'm only at the quarter
Of the middle
I have to cross the desert
Over the hunger
Should I swim deeper
To fight the monster?
I have to drink all the poison
Before getting healthy
How painful you can be
How beautiful this could be
Serenity
How painful you can be
How wonderful this would be
Serenity
Should I look deeper
To find the monster?
Or should I lock my heart ?
Should I deliver the tiger
To devore the fire?
Or should I stop the anger?
Liquified horses resist
To the race
Like waves are
Facing the sky too far
I think it's the right time to say goodbye
Am I not right serenity?
Dry your tears mixed up to the river
Only children know the truth
Am I not right serenity?
How painful you can be
How beautiful this could be
Serenity
How painful you can be
How wonderful this would be
Serenity
I feel like
I feel like
I feel like
I feel like 20 today
It's just a goodbye
It's just a goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
I'll see you
At the 27th turn
I'll see you at the 27th Turn
I remember
I remember
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Skinsitive Paris, France
Fruit d'une union improbable entre Trent Reznor et Pj Harvey qu’auraient bercés les mots tranchants de la littérature underground américaine (Hubert Selby Jr, Lydia Lynch...), Skinsitive est le projet de Virginia B. Fernson, auteur, compositeur et interprète. Après avoir écumé plusieurs scènes en France et sorti un premier EP en Décembre 2010, Skinsitive sort son LP, "Her(tz)oÏn". ... more
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