European Canon
Sly eye
Why so high?
I win
Don't cry
Don't die
Heroine
Beauty is everywhere
But mainly in mirrors
Beauty is everywhere
But mainly in mirrors
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
Oh, yeah!
Spitfire
Dream liar
Suicide
Moonshine
Silverline
Don't you hide
Beauty is everywhere
But mainly in mirrors
Beauty is everywhere
But mainly in mirrors
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
Oh, yeah!
Time Machine
In your limousine
Lonely submarine of tranquility
Beauty is everywhere
But mainly in mirrors
Beauty is everywhere
But mainly in mirrors
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
Oh, yeah!
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
Oh, yeah!
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
I'm the European Canon
Oh, yeah!
Warhol Muse
Baby I'm on my way and I won't be long
Just don't take another plane
Just don't go to sleep for I'll know where you've gone
Oh yeah
They screen your shows in a black and white blur
You starred as a ghost in a film about me
The credits roll backwards, no one's quite sure
I'm worshipped in dreams that turn out metaphysical
I'm not like any of you
A mirrorball
A cynical, whimsical
Warhol Muse
My pretty little fifteen minutes
Watch me turn them into eternity
Then watch you choke in your own obscurity
Yeah
A silver barrel polished glass
She'll just shatter your world
Leave you bleeding, turned to ash
I'm worshipped in dreams that turn out metaphysical
I'm not like any of you
A mirrorball
A cynical, whimsical
Warhol Muse
A mirrorball
A cynical, whimsical
Warhol Muse
Warhol Muse
Oh yeah
Don't Go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Behold
The sky is heavy
The sun is cold
Behold
The night was too long
Don't go
Don't go
Behold
The sky is heavy
The sun is cold
And he
Wants to cry, wants to scream but the sound won't come
And tears burn on his face and his hands on the floor
And he's shaking, he's breaking by that rocking door
And he's shaking, he's breaking, won't breathe anymore
Don't go...
Twenty Years Of Understatements
I was told seventeen is too young to fall in love
But for soldiers sent to war, wasn't it too young to die?
Twenty years of being frightened by the passing of time
How can you blame a dreamer for dreaming?
Twenty years of understatements
I played until I bled every drop of blood I had
On the strings of my weeping guitar
For twenty years I sang my heart out for no one but me
How can you blame a dreamer for dreaming?
Twenty years of understatements
I've had enough of being unheard
Sat alone unbothered, I don't feel much anymore
Twenty years of school, sitting beside poison
How can you blame a dreamer for dreaming?
Twenty years of understatements
Flew so high and drove so fast
Trying to put my mind to rest
Twenty years, I've no tears left but I ain't even ever had sex
How can you blame a dreamer for dreaming?
Twenty years of understatements
Twenty years of shining too loud
Twenty years of hearing lies
Twenty years of understatements
Even the Wind longs for something it'll never get ahold of
It's like a death by a thousand paper cuts
Just something so good that it's unheard of
How can you blame a dreamer for dreaming?
Twenty Years Of Understatements.
White Cadillac
I'm back from the Seventies
I'm back from my cult soirée
I'm back from my best days
I'm back from the galaxies again
Young and unclothed you swam in your pool
Singing with you, baby
You're a gleaming jewel
So why won't you stay?
We'll run away
Again
Your White Cadillac drove you insane
'Remember the days of Champagne and Cocaine?
Give me your kiss
Or give me your bite
We'll play some jazz
Ah, what a delight
We'll grin and cry
We'll win and fly
Then we'll light some candles
And stay up all night
So, stay
We'll run away again
In a train
Your White Cadillac drove you insane
'Remember the days of Champagne and Cocaine?
I was so vain
'Remember the days of Champagne and Cocaine?
Your White Cadillac drove you insane
'Remember the days of Champagne and
Cocaine
For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Sky
There's glitter in the nightstand drawer
And we're shining
There's still blood on my guitar
The fields all full of flowers
The Stars aligning
Now let's drive in your car
Boy, weep your sweet tears
And wait a million years
A cigarette your lips have touched tastes like honey
For the world is hollow and I have touched the Sky
For the world is hollow, with you I've touched the Sky
Isn't that neat? The ghost of you and me
Stuck in the velvet room
Stardust scattered all over the floor
And in the pool
Flow over me like water flows free
Now can't you see?
For the world is hollow and I have touched the Sky
For the world is hollow, with you I've touched the Sky
Drown In Me, Breathless
I've got everything, even cold fire
I've got stardust, makes us higher
He's got diamonds, he's got gold
Can't be bought and he can't be sold
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
We ignite the Stars, lost in love's flame
Flying so high through time and space
We drown in the Galaxy, the sweetest embrace
He drowns in me
When I breathe his name
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Breathless, breathless
Lost in Stars
Venus in velvet, midnight on Mars
Breathless, Breathless
He's screaming my name
We're big names in deep space
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me, breathless
Drown in me
Breathless
Sonic Vicissitudes
I knew a boy
In nineteen sixty-four
He had long black hair
And all that I had longed for
A silver catsuit
Nicked from the Space War
Gazing at him drives me to.. rock'n'roll
Entwined in Sonic Vicissitudes
I knew a boy
In nineteen eighty-four
From Hunger City, Airstrip One
He escaped through the Secret Door
He had silver flying shoes
Nicked from the Space War
And his Warp Speed car drives me to.. rock'n'roll
Entwined in Sonic Vicissitudes
I knew a boy
In thirty-three'o'four
From Planet Solipsism
He had never loved before
Beware of him 'cause he loves me
'Want another Space War?
His lovely blond hair drives me to.. rock'n'roll
Entwined in Sonic Vicissitudes
Black Hole Romance
Floating in this macrocosm
I’ll kiss your lips ‘till they lose touch
I’m short of air the more I breathe
I see your tear and we’ll see them seethe
You’re keeping me warm
Falling, I’m falling into your eyes
All we’ll ever do is rise
Swaying and orbiting, lost in the dance
Caught forever in a black hole romance
Now we’re in this parallel universe
We ain’t got your time machine
Every kiss feels like a curse
But you’re the sweetest dream I’ve seen
Melt a silver screen
Fallen, I’ve fallen into your eyes
All we’ll ever do is rise
Swaying and orbiting, lost in the dance
Caught forever in a black hole romance
Your eyes are glass, a liquid door
Your eyes are glass, a liquid door
Your eyes are glass, a liquid door
In a maze of melted clocks
Beneath the paradox
To your soul my heart clings
Here we grew our diamond wings
Here my soul forever sings
Fallen, I’ve fallen into your eyes
All we’ve ever done is rise
We’ve swayed, we’ve orbited lost in the dance
Caught forever in a black hole romance
There’s no turning back now, love
We’re millions of light-years from home
Astatine Mark
He's a dissumulator, esthete at heart
Lets you question whether he's real, a guitar star
He will shatter your heart
But by my side he craves to linger
Cigarettes and cologne
Dials the headquarters he's elegantly mystical
Sensual and cynical
Eludes locked chambers with his allure
He guides my hands through his neck
States he'd die to savour my lips
It's all about him
Perfumed paper, burnt sienna
The gaps and his eyes are perpetually in my mind.
He's rare as Astatine
He's got a flower crown
While he's undoing my lustrous gown
Gazing at sophisticated youth
Incapable of concealing his fondness now
Oh, how he worships me
Red wine
Kisses on notebooks
Moon water
Souls intersecting
What a fool I am to love
The unpredictable director
Sitting in the backseat
Utopian Tales
I'm fond of this image of us
Where off the stage you envelope me in the warmth of your embrace.
There ain't nothing left to discuss.
Of the burnt love letters remains just a trace.
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
'Cause I grasped that
The wistful and lovelorn sentiment of longing
Often outshines
The satisfaction of having.
And have you liked being imaginary?
In that place you were so fond of
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
And in the moment your gaze met mine the Earth was in the depths of your eyes.
JOAN LENINE 