song from the album "SHALALALALA" T. Hakola- words/music, vocals, guitars, bass, organ... other voice-Brisa Roché, violin: Bénédicte Villain, drums: Z. Hochberg/T. Mladenovitch, bandoneon: Pablo Gignoli, contact/info: www.theohakola.com video artwork: Frida Faudot
THE BURNING WOMAN SONG
Careful not to splatter her glassy black heels She relieves herself between two automobiles Hitching up her dress, crouching down low – a move smoothed by practice... a sly urban sideshow
I say “You’re Kristen Scott Thomas!” and it’s love on first take She says “No, I’m not, Miss, but I’ll embrace your mistake” Then salting the vignette, going killer coquette, she says “Give me a kiss, Miss... or a proper cigarette”
And with the war at the door and nothing more to lose, we go foraging for food, for rapture, for booze Death scenting the wind in the ungodly din we go for pleasure without measure... and heart-rending sin
On the edge of Armageddon we do thus conspire to shake up the Marais and send the mercury higher How the strait streets redden in the glare of our desire and all the world’s our ash tray as we... we play with fire
Blinded by the night we still find a way to fall into each other on the rue Pavée She says “We’ll never again see the light of day so boy you’d best give in and begin foreplay With the barbarians at the gate, it’s too late to escape Love is all we can make in this end times dreamscape”
The cherry moon our motor, we fracked the hell out of our schist and the well we did blow, the oil flow did feed our tryst Yes, into my arms did this woman that night fall and with bacchanal majesty, this woman gave her all
Drunk on war, drunk on flesh, we watched buildings go down one by one And – SHALALALALA - made love ungently, did all we could do but come to our senses and try for cover to run as the world began to combust And - SHALALALALA - my lover was gone and all I had left was handful of dust
With oceans brimming and oxygen thinning and mad babies overrunning the planet All you can say is let’s slip away, come on take me like bloody pomegranate Gobbling every seed, all six hundred and thirteen my end times lover sucked me in and spit me out Pleased to break her fast, I did not dare her contravene but I knew it wouldn’t last, once she started to shout
“There are no good brave causes left to die for anymore Goddamn, I hate these times, God, I want a just war!” She went on like that until her vocal cords went cold and I saw where this was going and never felt so old...
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