Paroles de l'album :"Kaleidoscope"(Part 2).
She tries not to shatter, Kaleidoscope style
Personality changes behind her red smile
Every new problem brings a stranger inside
Helplessly forcing one more new disguise
Christine - the strawberry girl
Christine - banana split lady
Singing sweet savages lost in our world
This big-eyed girl sees her faces unfurl
Now she's in purple now she's a turtle
Disintegrating
Christine - the strawberry girl
Christine - banana split lady
22 faces...
Desert Kisses
Desert kisses in the sand
Engulfing joints, engulfing land
Tidal fingers cling to rocks
A deadly grip, a deadly lock
Cursed and pissed into the ocean
Willfully caused a great commotion
But only for a stifled moment
Then it was back to still life motion
A sideways crawl, a sideways scrawl
The cancer crab is on us all
I kissed your face, I kissed the sand
I heard you sigh, there was no sound
Thrashed and spat back at the ocean
But there was nothing, no commotion
Just my lonely, stupid notions
Trapped again in still life motion
Sinking down -- with just my sound
Sinking down -- running on the moving ground
Sinking down
Sinking down -- without a sound
Sinking down -- sleeping on the moving ground
Sinking down
Desert kisses in the sand
Engulfing joints, engulfing land
Tidal fingers cling to rock
A deadly grip, a deadly lock
Sinking down -- the world is round
Sinking down -- there's no-one around
Standing on the moving ground
Sinking down -- the world is flat
There's no-one here to question that
Sinking down -- without a sound
Sinking down
Sinking down -- the world was round
There was no-one around
Sinking down...
She falls into frame
With a professional pout
But the Polaroid's ignite
Upon seeing their subject
And the aperture shuts
Too much exposure
Voyeur sucks into focus
Floodlit the glossy kiss-pit
But as emulsion drips down
The aperture shuts
Too much exposure
Come into this room
Come into this gloom
See the red light rinsing
Another shutterslut wincing
The sagging half wit sister
Pretty, pretty picture
Of an ancient nipple shrinking
That kodakwhore winking
'Til the aperture shuts
Too much exposure
Paradise Place
Look to the hills -- now look at my face
Do you notice my eyes -- are they in the right place?
There's a Mantovani backdrop -- to pucker-up a tummy tuck
A voice soft as lint -- mashed up with shades of pink
You can hide your genetics under drastic cosmetics
But this chameleon magic is renowned to be tragic
Look to the hills -- now look at my face
do you notice my eyes -- are they in the right place?
Skin
Mink, seal and ermine smother fat women
I have a noble cause for skin -- there's just too many of them
The only necessary cull -- curse the brain inside it's skull
Just a bitch in the manger to the balances of nature
Cover me with skin and accuse me of sin
But you know what I mean
There's just too many of them
Give me your skin for dancing in
Hairless and streamline -- fits like my own skin
Tattooed and sun-dyed -- it's warm and it's human
There was too many of them -- the animals like them
Shame about the smell but they're fine seeped in perfume