Thierry Castel

In Her Vision

Tonight she’ll romance
Tossin’ ‘neath the sheets
Paintin’ a cavalier
Summin’ up her needs
Tonight she hallucinates
‘Bout flowers after work
‘Bout gettin’ breakfast when dawn breaks
(Tonight)
While he’s gone a jerk
In her vision
Her psychal affair
The red peacock’s a missin’
He ain’t crowin’ nowhere
(Nowhere)
(Nowhere)
(Nowhere)
She needs a lot of love
Sulks like a mournin’ dove
For she invented love
But doesn’t get any at all
She knows her secret well
His garments on the floor
Tonight she yields herself
Naked as a baby born
In her vision
Her psychal affair
The red peacock’s a missin’
He ain’t crowin’ nowhere
(Nowhere)
(Nowhere)
(Nowhere)
It’s taken long enough
It’s taken all her time
It’s taken long enough
Waitin’ for a crime
It’s taken long enough
Enough to fantasize
In her vision
Her psychal affair
The red peacock’s a missin’
He ain’t crowin’ nowhere
(Nowhere)
(Nowhere)
(Nowhere)

Another Home

Heat fills the room, which came out simple
A view of light wood from Danish olden days
I pull up the shades to a garden so civil
Strangers look down on the square of our prison
Once we lived in a cellar ‘neath the burnin’ sun
Once we lived a threesome bound to go wrong
Once we lived apart as you toyed with your enemies
But everywhere you kept battlin’ away from me
You’ll never belong to, fully belong to
Now squanderin’ time is not a state of mind
Some don’t want Dharma wheels, some have a mate to find
I could be out there ‘neath that burning sun
I could be out there livin’ a life that doesn’t go wrong
My master of suspense this place won’t make it end
There’s a vital part in you, a part I can’t get

Spirographic

All the world was on
Everybody stunned
All alive at once
How we saw it done
Rockets filled the sky
Spirographic fire
It was keepin’ you hypnotized
Jaws hung open wide
Colored shapes they fell
An’ large balloons as well
Just as I look’d up
Figured you were gone
Gone in the laughter
It was dreamlike
You said it was dreamlike
It was so wonderful
Hard to fall asleep
our best memory
our best memory

The World Of Fire and Brimstone

I knew a boy named Walt
With straight black hair an’ dead blue eyes
A humble boy no older than seventeen
Fate made him skip ten years or more
And through the glass of his front door he could see his friends
On the streets with balls and bikes
He had no time, he had no time for joy
Once outdoors, he’d say hello and have a small chat
And soon enough he’d leave ‘em to go and make pennies for bread
He went cleanin’ rich men’s houses for a woman he loathed
But the very thought of the day she’d die
In puddles of her own spew or in need for China white
Yes, she brought him here
To the world of fire and brimstone
Where the angels have fallen long ago
Some days a scary man would come around
Knock, knock, knocking on hell’s door
His mouth was always open and he used to dance in the hall
Very slowly from wall to wall
Singing in a language no one knew
Yes, he brought him here
To the world of fire and brimstone
Where the angels have fallen long ago
As a rule the man was trouble, he’d stuff the house with angry words
Some days he’d be mad and just couldn’t keep his hands off her
Then came the tremblin’ screams for the dancing man to leave
He had no time, he had no time for joy
Walter the humble boy
Yes, they brought him here
To the world of fire and brimstone
Where the angels have fallen long ago

Nancy

Turn your ears a bit closer pal
Here’s a story ‘bout a younger gal
Born amongst these ruffians an’ thieves
She thought she was cunning enough
A tiny young turncoat, a muddy despaired rat
Took off at late hours for a whiff of air
Many a time she swore to our blood
But the real means of that she never got
I was called upon to spy so off I went into the night
Over the cold streets, along the wind bent trees
I followed
My cloak was soaked, heavy
Her turns rapid an’ sharp
Just before I lost my wind she stood waitin’ at the Dowser’s bridge
An’ in the lantern’s yellow haze, appeared a gentleman’s shape
He bore a cane in his left hand, he wore a furry beaver hat
They hurried down, down to the river
That’s where she gave our names in shiver
We scrammed with our plunder into a new town
Bad luck for the Bobbies; nothin’ was found
She is no longer, no longer with us
The last thing she said was a gasping for breath
The last thing she said was a gasping for breath
The last thing she said was a gasping for breath
An’ then her face stopped jerkin’ in Bill’s crude hands