My right hand rebels and chops off the left (the) hairy ape walks into stage he tries to stay erect
the one who never slept in order to be perfect the arrogance of their hands the joy of the regret
soulsick - good at things I never did
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
I am only real at places I can not be Dead liquid vigilant Implanted into my sleep
The one who never slept The one who stays erect The one who is profound The one I do reject
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
soulsick - good at things I never did
I am only real at places I can not be
Soulsick but skindeep I'm not real, just believed in
Soulsick but skindeep Not real, just believe in
2. The Butterfly Fx
[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Paxao/Crestana] [percussion sounds extracted from "Heart of Africa" (Spectrasonics)] [pre-produced at P'ra Musica Studio, Alverca, Portugal]
When I move You move with me I feed off you You feast on me
And what I see You can not see That when I move You move with me
Where's this small dead hand that creeps me I am biting it to its very bone Collapsing with everything new on me until it gets so very old
And what I see You can not see That when I move You move with me
There is this third body spinning fast reducing me into a relapse with its crippled flaps slow motion dims sweetly parasited by butterfly wings
And what I see You can not see That when I move You move with me
All that is old is new again (To be) each other spies we're condemned Everything is everywhere The butterfly effect
And what I see You can not see I will have to kill you Before you kill me
Everything is everywhere The butterfly effect
3. Can't Bee
[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Paixao/Crestana]
Can't bee your lover Can't bee that loveless Can't bee that healing rope, or anything Can't bee without you, the one or the other Can't even bee what you are for me
Can't even bee your final solution I hope I was your final pollution
Can't bee your motion Can't bee that frozen Can't bee those limbs you miss, or everything Can't bee the apocalypse, one or the other Can't live your life for you and for me
Can't even bee your final pollution I wish I was the heartbeat of your destruction
Can't bee like you Can't bee that hateful Can't bee that cross to bridge, or just that thing Can't bee the insect stroke, the distracted love Don't dare to bee what you are for me
Can't even bee your absolution I pace at the rhythm of your consumption
4. Lustmord
[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Paixao] [congas & timbales by Oli Albergaria Savill] [pre-produced at P'ra Musica Studio, Alverca, Portugal]
Whatever haunts me from birth on is leaking white blood again it is sickening my heart while I divide yours in two
Lustmord - (I will) never stop to hurt you Lustmord - (I will) never stop to love you
I will never stop to hurt you Now that I have you with me So close together in one body I feel safe but what about you ?
the soft, sweet wound of normalcy is sweating white blood again I am fingering every inch of it grateful for who I am
you're my interruption my crossroad of just one way my object without a function but still mine anyway
Lustmord Lustmord
unpredictable - when I kiss it burns irresistible - as a crowd of only one I am so addicted and you are so down Yore are nailed forever to my sense of lust
Lustmord - (I will) never stop to hurt you Lustmord - (I will) never stop to love you
5. Selfabuse
[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Crestana/Paixaio/Amorim] [pre-produced at P'ra Musica Studio, Alverca, Portugal]
On my knees now I'll inflict myself some real love On my knees now I'll choke myself in troubled love
On my knees now I'll purge myself of real love On my knees now I swear, I know nothing of that troubled love
Have me, have me, have, never waste (the good) in me. Watch me, watch me, watch me, but never try to be me.
I am a man again through self abuse improving myself Through self abuse I am a man again through self abuse Selfabuse
On my knees now I'll end myself through real love On my knees now I'll reveal myself in troubled blood.
Waste me, waste me, waste me, never try to beat me.
I am a man again through self abuse improving myself Through self abuse
I am seeing someone Sneaking through my troubled blood... I am feeling someone Starving for my troubled love...
Waste me, waste me, waste me, never try to beat me.
Self abuse. Never try to complete with me.
6. I Am The Eternal Spectator
[lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Paixao] [telephone by Julie Katnoria, white piano by Ribeiro]
I am the eternal spectator
The eternal stimulator Of things that never come Of things that never come
I am the eternal spectator
The eternal ruminator Of things better left alone Of things better left alone
Watching over you Sometimes inside of you Watching over you Sometimes inside of you
The eternal dictator Of your perpetual distraction The eternal collector Of things that were never done The eternal agitator Of a war you never fought The eternal demonstrator Until you prove me wrong
Watching over you Sometimes inside of you Watching over you Long-dead inside of you.
7. Solitary Vice
[lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Paixao] [caixixi, maracas & shakers by Oli Albergaria Savill]
I will manipulate you Until it becomes a vice I will dispose of you Until it becomes a vice Let me exaggerate you Distort you from inside out love you by different rules fuck you up to your soul
I will pretend I love you To know what is like Then come in my own mouth To feel what is like Let me desecrate you Spit you when I'm done Let me banalize you Until you are adored
Open your heart Half-devoured All that I want Is your strange kind of power Open your heart Half-devoured All that I want Is your strange kind of power
I will insist on you Until you become the Truth i will decay with you Until you become the Ruin Let me celebrate here Now that nothing is left of you Let me celebrate now Here's nothing left of you
Open your heart Half-devoured All that I want Is your strange kind of power Open your heart Half-devoured All that I want Is your strange kind of power
I will dispose of you. I will manipulate you I will discard of you but I will believe in you
8. Disappear Here
[lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Paixao] [caixixi and shakers by Oli Albergaria Savill] [based on an original concept by Bret Easton Ellis]
You can disappear here Without knowing it You can disappear here Without believing it
Leave me alone. Take me with you Bring me apart, a part from you
Inject your soul With a milligram of false hope Write your last loath song
Disappear hear.
9. Adaptables
[Lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Paixao] [Dictophone by Ribeiro]
To Live is to collaborate
All the spineless people won't capitulate Will walk again Will walk again Will evacuate And stimulate
And they will wait for the Man With that ridiculous fairy hand To work on their lives And to re-adjust their faith
All the spineless people Will walk again Will walk again Will agitate And ejaculate
A great act of Sex will be lived here We will call it The Great and Only Shame We will make love to ourselves And tomorrow we will make the same Make the same
All the Insect actors Want to participate Will perform again Will perform again Will dissociate And fabricate
And they will wait for the Dictator With that apocalyptic Lizard Head To review their births And invert their pains
All the Insect actors (really) want to participate Will perform again Will perform again Will imitate And simulate
An emergency will be staged We will call it The Great Accident We will act as someone else The very ones we learnt to hate
All of us the ultra-Human Wish to associate will hesistate will adequate and collaborate.
a great act of Free Will will be lived here They already call it the Golden Age We will adapt and celebrate But we will perish just the same Just the same
10. Angelizer
[Lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Paixao] [Angelizer lyrics were unblocked through the Dreamachine effect] [special thanks to David Woodard]
The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night Mouthless children are breasted with their own words To essence of their souls escaping through their giant bones
you will be paralysed made to be believed broken inside to survive and to watch over me
archangel - of no use and no form archangel - suffocating alone
multiple wounds reach the heat of an absolute zero the eaten fluids, the flesh of the conventional hero Heavenly levels on a full blast of lust but minimum pain Injected wings rip backflesh and go inside again Mouthless children suffocate with their ancient words, their mud-dimensional world lactating from their shrinking bones
you will be paralysed the corrupted seed broken inside to survive I will laugh at all this
archangel - with no use and no form archangel - suffocating with blood
the eternal spectator stares at this and improvises his holy centralbone always on a rise, always on a rise
archangel - of no use and no form archangel - suffocating with words
11. Tired
[Lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Crestana/Paixao] [sample extracted from Mozart's Requiem] [based on a true story]
Maybe I am the man with those mystic two heads one facing down, the other facing back but I don't know who I am and you still don't know who I am
Maybe I am the man with the legendary four hands To finger, to heal, crave and strangulate but I don't know who I am and you still don't know who I am
I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been
Maybe I am the man of the universal two words The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn You want to know how I am To forgive me what I am
I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been
I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be it I forgot who I am but I am too tired to live/leave it
I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been
12. K / O Mal De Cristo
[Lyrics: William S. Burroughs 1991, deconstruction by] [Fernando Ribeiro 1999, Music: Crestana/Paixao] [udo, talking drum, cuica, water, unhas de cabra, nozes, cesto guarini &] [shakers by Oli Albergaria Savill]
No caso do mal de Cristo o primeiro sintoma e a morte. Calcula-se que cem milhoes de pesspas morteram do mal de Cristo. "Eu sou o caminho". Os efeitos especiais ecoluriam multo desde Jesus. Ora Cristo diz que se algum filho da puta te tirar metade da roupa que Ihe des a outra metade. Muitos tolos infelizes foram esmagados por pilhas de Litas seminus em Iuta.
Os Implacaveis do Perdao. Nao ha duvida alguma, irmaos e irmas, amor e a resposta. Enfial a vossa lingua pela sua garganta abaixo, Proval o que ele esteve a comer e abencoai a sua digestao Deslizai para os seus intestinos e ajudai-o trabalhar a comida. De-Ihe o seu amor e tera a sua aureola-extensao. Olhos por toda a parte, no seu televisor, no quarto, no banho. Milhares de irmaos metedicos que te cheiram, ouvem, veem, dia e noite.
