Paroles de l'album :"The kiss in the dreamhouse"(part 1).

Publié le par David

Cascade

 

Oh the Air was shining
Shining like a wedding ring
Barbed like sex
I felt 10,000 volts
My chest was full of eels
Pushing through my usual skin
I opened up new wounds
Pouting, shouting-

 

Oh Love -- like liquid falling
Falling in cascades
Oh Lovelorn victims
Laughing in cascades

 

The Sun was rich
Rich with a song of sin
My breath melted my words
Into strange alphabets
Tormenting my tongue
Pouting, shouting -

 

Oh Love -- like liquid falling
Falling in cascades
Oh Lovelorn victims
Laughing in cascades

 

The heartbeats were echoing
Echoing the revolver
Emptying into my mouth
I pulled a face from my pocket
And smiled a Leper's grin
I felt somebody close
Pouting, shouting -

 

Oh Love -- like liquid falling
Falling in cascades
Oh Lovelorn victims
Laughing in cascades

 

Green Fingers

 

Hibiscus head -- in a flower bed
A finger hewn -- planted and sewn 
O, magic in her hands -- she could make anything grow
Magic in her hands -- she had green fingers

 

It's curious
Where animals don't go
Mandrake rooted deep into the soil
Where the sun won't fall -- but it flourishes
See the pretty maids -- all in a row 
Magic in her hands -- she could make anything grow
Magic in her hands -- she had green fingers

 

It's reaching...
And groping -- a clammy handshake
Clawing the ivy
Crawling the tightrope -- along the lattice work
With this hand I thee wed
With this hand I thee bed
With this hand I...

 

Obsession

 

Do you hear this breath -- it's an obsessive breath
Can you feel this beat -- it's an obsessive heartbeat
Waiting to be joined with its obsession

 

I close my eyes -- but I can't sleep
The thin membrane can't veil
The branded picture of you 
The signs and signals show -- the traffic lights say go
Again you baffle me, pretending not to see... me

 

I broke into your room -- I broke down in my room
Touched your belongings there -- and left a lock of my hair
Another sign for you 
You screamed into my face -- get the hell out of my place
Another sign for me? 
Can you forgive me?
For not understanding your ways

 

You know sometimes you take it all too far
Then I remember -- it's a game between you and me
A divine test for us two It's all in my imagination
Yes they even say that our mission... is only
My obsession

 

Do you hear this breath -- it's an oppressive breath
Suffocating in the poison -- of your obsession
Can you feel this beat -- it's a possessive beat
Your pulse stops in the claws -- of your obsession

 

She's A Carnival

 

In the heart of the night
She smiles like Mardi-Gras
Spinning in a dizzy haze.
Her circus head giggles
It's a friendly disease
Catching colours from the air

 

So with your hands upon the hips
Of the dancing flesh
...She's a Carnival...
And when it's lip to lip
In a surprise-time kiss
...She's a Carnival...

 

Mosaic eye, gypsy eye
Glowing as it dazzles
She's a portrait of a poison
For you to quench your thirst
A portrait of a poison...

 

Circle

 

Pretty girl of 16 -- has fun and runs crazy
Ruined girl of 16 -- now a mother grows lazy
Next a 16-year old baby -- like mother grows lazy
and her stomach is churning -- whilst her eyes keep on turning
Round and around
Getting no higher from the ground
Round and around, round and around
The circle has an empty sound...

 

Father inflicts discipline -- boy rebels against him
He leaves for the big town -- for love and adventure
But the words he first heard -- unlike his instincts run deeper 
Now boy beats his children -- if they disobey him
And the cat riddled with worms -- chases his tail round
And around, round and around...
Getting no higher from the ground
Round and around, round and around
The circle has an empty sound...
The endless full circle for the next in line
The endless full circle...
Take the red line, the green line, the silver or blue
Any line you can think of -- except for the yellow
Take a trip with your family -- and see where they go
Give them a free ticket -- it's the best thing to do

 

And if you wind up on the circle line
Hell, it's not from lack of options
Then if you run into the yellow
Well that's up to you

 

Round and around
Getting no higher from the ground
Round and around
The circle has an empty sound
The endless full circle -- for the next in line
The endless full circle -- are you the next in line
Round and around...

 

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Après avoir rodé son style sur "Kaleidoscope" et "Juju", les Banshees accompagnés pour l'occasion de Robert Smith (en remplacement du guitariste John Mac Geosh) donnent naissance à "A kiss in the dreamhouse", bel album à la superbe pochette et à l'atmosphère plus étrange que les précédents. Cela commence par "Cascade" au tempo enlevé et sa basse abyssale (très New Order), suit "Green Fingers" une des meilleures chansons de "Kiss ..." égayée (si on peut dire ça sur un disque de Siouxsie !) par une flûte au timbre étrange. Le morceau suivant "Obsession" très funéraire avec ses cloches, nous renvoie au sombre album "Join Hands". "She's a carnival" de format plus classique sonne punk rock puis laisse place au magnifique titre suivant,"Circle" mélopée incantatoire à souhait avec ses trompettes de fin de bataille (fort alamo ???) c'est mon titre préféré. Les titres suivants "Melt" et "Painterd bird", efficaces, sonnent comme du très bon Siouxsie classique tandis que "Cocoon" s'essaie à un jazz un peu expérimental, dernier morceau "Slowdive" répétitif et dissonant, accompagné de strates de violon clôt ce disque comme il se doit et fait monter "A kiss.." sur le podium des meilleurs album de la Sioux.
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