Swimming

i was swimming across the sky
Clouds and angels by my side
Then i realized that i was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing.

i was flying in paradise
In that ocean of dead lights
i was looking for Your smile in the wind
But there was nobody there this morning.

i was swimming across the sky
Clouds and angels by my side
Then i realized that i was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing.

i believe in Your smile everyday
But i know that You're far from my way
When i talk to the moon i can hear You
In the dark i can see, i can feel Your light.

Lyrics by Emilie Simon * Photomanipulation/collage by me.

Heavenly surrender

Photograph by Stuart

i'll make you a prayer,
a heavenly surrender.
To the one somewhere out there.
The one who can mend her.
i pray for the one,
Who can open my door.
Let me go through,
oh yes, give me more.

i pray for the lover,
the willing intender.
To break down the door
of heavenly surrender.

i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.

i crave your violent,
Acted upon me.
Set me free by your
weighted autonomy.
i am so human,
so small, so debased.
Jealousy and darkness roll over this place.

i pray for the lover,
a willing intender.
To break down the girl,
a heavenly surrender.

i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.

i'm a lover of freedom,
But i cling to the dusk.
i'm blown by the wind,
i'm a slave;
i am lust.
Roll my face in
the shit that i sleep in.
Tie me and bind me
up for your keeping.

i'll make you a prayer,
a heavenly surrender.
To the one somewhere out there.
The one who can mend her.

i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only f**k God.
i only f**k...

Lyrics by Queen Adreena

Dark sex by R. C. Hörsch

I’M GOING SHE SAID,
I SAID GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GET OUT, GET. AND HE THREW HIS TONGUE, HALFWAY DOWN MY BELLY-ROLL
THAT MOUTH, MOUTH, MAN 'O WAR MOUTH.
DEEPER AND DEEPER AND DEEPER, I DON’T CHOKE NO MATTER WHAT THE COUGH
HE SCRATCHED UP MY LEGS AND PULLED DOWN ALL I HAD ON
AND SCRATCHING AND DIG, DIG, DIG, AND HONEY SWELLS IT UP AND OUT AND LAPS IT UP
AND ALL OVER HIS FINGERS, MY LIPS AND TONGUE AND SHIT
I CAN’T GET, I CAN’T GET, I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF HOW HE GIVES IT.

HE SLAPS ME ON THE TABLE AND STICKS IT ALL FAT AND SOFT BETWEEN MY THOUGHTS AND HIS
IT GETS HARD, HARD, HARD, HARD AND ALL IN THE WRONG PLACE
SO I SAY REPLACE IT, HE POUTS AND HE PUMPS IT, I SAY DON’T, DON’T, DON’T DO THAT
C’MON, DON’T,. DON’T,
HE POUTS AND HE PUMPS IT HOME
AND THREE MINUTES LATER HE HITS IT TO HEAVEN, THEN OUT
I SAY THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S DONE, C’MON, THAT’S NOT HOW IT GOES
SO I SEW UP THE TEARS AND THE DUNGEON IT HEARTHROBS AND I WAS SCALING WALLS AND SEETHING,
JUST BREATHING, BREATHING IN YOUR STEAMING

AND I GOT GUNHOLDS AND HEAVEN IT’S SCREAMING, AND HEAVEN IT’S SCREAMING,
AND HEAVEN IT’S SCREAMING BENEATH US.

Words: Lydia Lunch