Beneath the Sand

Beneath the sand are skiesAnd beneath the skies are lashesBeneath the lashes are eyesAnd beneath the eyes is an islandAnd beneath the island is blueAnd beneath the blue, tell me, tell me,Beneath the blue L.A.U.R.A.Beneath the blue is the dawn

Buried under the sandBuried under the sand, gold,Buried under theGold buried under the sandBuriedBuried under the sandBuried under theGold buried under the sandBuriedBuried under the sand, gold

Beneath the dawn is our auraAnd beneath our aura there’s him and herBeneath him and her is the moonAnd beneath the moon is honeyBeneath the honey is a bedAnd beneath the bed is the skyAnd beneath the sky, tell me, tell me,Beneath the sky she lies sleeping

Buried under the sandBuried under the sand, gold,Buried under theGold buried under the sandBuriedBuried under the sandBuried under theGold buried under the sandBuriedBuried under the sand, gold

Beneath the sky is a stormAnd beneath the storm are loversBeneath the lovers is the horizonAnd beneath the horizon is the oceanBeneath the ocean there are tearsAnd beneath the tears there’s bloodAnd beneath the blood, tell me, tell me,Beneath the blood there are wavesAnd beneath the waves is the windAnd beneath the wind is the sandAnd beneath the sand, tell me, tell meBeneath the sand, quicksand

Buried under the sandBuried under the sand, gold,Buried under theGold buried under the sandBuriedBuried under the sandBuried under theGold buried under the sandBuriedBuried under the sand, gold

Lasso

LassoIf he’s through with it, if he’s an assholeSend out an S.O.S., launch the attackHoist it up to the skyAces highLet the fool drop it

S.O.S.Hoisted highIf he’s through with itOh, hoist, launch the attackIf he’s an assholeAttackLet the fool drop itThrow it into the sky

LassoIf he’s through with it, if he’s an assholeSend out an S.O.S., launch the attackHoist it up to the skyAces highLet the fool drop it

If he’s an assholeAttackLet the fool drop itThrow it into the skyS.O.S.Hoisted highIf he’s through with itOh, hoist, launch the attack

LassoIf he’s through with it, if he’s an assholeSend out an S.O.S., launch the attackHoist it up to the skyAces highLet the fool drop it

And if you’re through with it tooSend out an S.O.S.And if he’s through with it tooHoist it up to the skyAnd if you’re through with it tooLaunch the attack, yes!And if he’s through with it tooLaunch, oh joy!

LassoHoist it up to the skyAces highLet the fool drop itLassoSend out an S.O.S., launch the attackHoist it up to the sky

Launch the attackHigh hoLaunch the attackHigh ha

I’m through with playing this roleAnd I’m so through that I hoist the lassoI’m through with playing that roleAnd I launch the attack, high ha

I’m through with playing this roleAnd I’m so through that the lasso slipsI’m through with playing that roleAnd I throw the ace in the asshole’s face

Fountain of Milk

Where does water go?Where does the soul go?Where do the sap and our tears vanish?Where to go?Here? There?HA-L-E-LU-I-AWhere he is lit, where there’s light

And here I makeA fountain from himAnd here I amA fountain of milk

And so I swallow himBeneath the bed and the treesThe bird sings ecstaticallyDownstream, oh desire!White lava, water of life!Opal, oh oui!

And here I makeA fountain from himAnd here I amA fountain of milk

The Wolves

I lead the wolvesLead the wolvesI’ll deal with itI lead the wolvesLead the wolves far away from you

I won’t goTo the riverbankI won’t goIf my lover’s not there

I lead the wolvesLead the wolvesI’ll deal with itI lead the wolvesLead the wolves far away from you

The white ones go awayAll along the riverThe white ones go awayThe red ones will stay

I Don’t Mince My Words

I don’t mince my words

If once in a while I get struckBy a flash of chocolate eclairI usually think twiceBefore I dip my finger inTo an apple marmaladePrepared a capellaAt the piano stove

If the mere sight of honeyIs enough to clear my voiceYour granny’s aspartameWon’t sugarcoatMy anger at seeing the princessWith a G.M.O. pea

I don’t mince my words

If I sometimes take great delightBefore devouring my preyI take it easyLike cats doAnd play guessing gamesAs I lick seven timesYour sweet skin

If cooking comes from the heartMusic comes from the stomachAnd if I like tripe so muchIt’s because these trips are mineAnd to prove how true I amI’ll write with a straw full of syrupOn the cafe’s tablecloth

I don’t mince my words

In the name of Castafiore’s artichoke heartIn the name of the Tarantella and steak tartareOf strawberry coulis and echoes of my voice

I don’t minceI don’t minceI don’t minceMy words

Twix

If you plant a Twix in the groundIf you plant a Twix a Twix in the groundIf you plant a Twix in the groundIf you plant a Twix a Twix in the groundNothing will grow, nothing moreThan the dust of a piece of plasticIf you plant a Twix in the groundNothing will grow but dust

If you plant a Mars in your greenhouseIf you plant a Mars a Mars in your greenhouseIf you plant a Mars in your greenhouseIf you plant a Mars a Mars in your greenhouseNothing will grow, nothing moreThan the Field of Mars, a field of warIf you plant a Mars in the groundNothing will grow but a field of war

If you plant an apple in the groundIf you plant an apple an apple in the groundIf you plant an apple in the groundIf you plant an apple an apple in the groundShe will grow well and tall and proudAnd she will nourish the earth the whole year roundIf you plant an apple in the groundShe will nourish the earth the whole year round

You won’t get anythingIf you plant a Twix in the groundBut if you plant an appleYou’ll get something to eat all year round

Night on My Feet

SleepWhile my man is sleepingWhile my man is sleepingSleepWhile my city is sleepingWhile my city is sleepingSleepWhile the moon is sleepingWhile the moon is sleeping

I stay awakeAll night

Sleep on my feetWhile my soul sleeps on my feetWhile my soul sleepsSleep on my feetWhile my country sleeps on my feetWhile my country sleepsSleep on my feetWhile my shadow sleeps on my feetWhile my shadow sleeps

I stay awakeAll nightOn my feet

Swimming Pool

I’m the joyless girlAfter the party’s overA weightless tearA box with no lettersI’m a bar poolA hotel poolOn my azure coastWeak souls are washed upMy saliva smells of chlorineMy bed is too clean

All crowded and mixed upWhere crimes are committedI’m a pool of bloodA pool that knowsHow to keep quiet and pretendThat I am being paid

She has lost so manyThat she makes men feel freeAs for me, men hit themselvesAgainst my rigid edgesI’m a pool of tearsA pool of sorrowA pool half emptyA pool half full

They say that men dive into herAs well as riversAnd that she even has a shoreAnd that children bathe thereShe’s a pool of sandA pool of saltJust before the holidaysI wish someone could take me thereI want to

Go to the seaGo to the seaGo to the seaGo to the sea

Daddy’s Girl

Daddy’s girlDaddy’s girlDaddy’s girlDaddy’s girl

Slowly I became a big girlAnd I come to you with a roll of the hipsAs I arriveA strange animalPlaces a string of pearlsOn my brow

Daddy’s girlDaddy’s girlFly up high, your daughter down hereHas become a woman, DaddyDaddy’s girlDaddy’s girlFly up high, your daughter down hereIs watching the flames, Daddy

One by one in the aisles of the templeI greet the blossoming treesAs I leaveA breath in the branchesPlaces a kissSweeps away your ashes

Daddy’s girlDaddy’s girlFly up high, your daughter down hereHas become a woman, DaddyDaddy’s girlDaddy’s girlFly up high, your daughter down hereIs watching the flames, DaddyDaddy’s girl

You raise meI raise youYou’re rising upI’m rising

Daddy’s girlDaddy’s girlFly up high, your daughter down hereHas become a woman, DaddyDaddy’s girlDaddy’s girlFly up high, your daughter down hereIs watching the flames, DaddyDaddy’s girl

Tongue

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I leap and I dance in silenceSo languorouslyThat they think I’m much longerAnd slower than a thousand-beat trance

SuppleI’m supple

When I flag I hide myself awayAnd I eat a mango with gustoIf white wine is tempting meIn my palace I sway joyfully

DrunkI am drunk

As time fliesAs the wind blowsI’m waiting in the shadows

My saliva throws out little ink jetsAgainst teethI tease, I carryThe air from the belly and from the oceanEloquent

BreathI am breath

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