No Other God

( With Kristeen Young )

I saw your mom the other day.
She says you’re wrong in every way.
Her little words sick like the flu.
I see the things they do to you.

She better cut it out.
You better cut her out.
You better cut her off.
You’ll have no other god before me.

I saw you with your friends last night,
shooting shit by Bud’s early Light.
You’ve got so much life inside you.
but they drag you down ’til you can’t move.

They better cut it out.
You better cut them out.
You better cut them off.
You’ll have no other god before me.

All you need, all you need, all you need is me.
Lucky you, lucky you, lucky you.you found me.
Whadja do? Whadja see? Whadja feel before me?
And my love is so, oh, oh, you’ll wanna kill your friends.

I’ve seen you labour for your dreams.
Then, comatose when they’re unseen.
And sometimes God is silent, too.
but God can’t fill you like I do.

He better cut it out.
You better cut Him out.
You better cut Him off.
You’ll have no other God before me.
You’ll have no other God before me.
You’ll have no other God before me.

Outta My Head

( Trash Palace ft. Brian Molko (live) / Kylie Minogue cover )

La la la, la la la-la la, la la la, la la la-la la,
La la la, la la la-la la, la la la, la la la-la la.

I just can’t get you out of my head, boy your lovin is all I think about,
I just can’t get you out of my head, boy, your arse is all I think about

La la la, la la la-la la, la la la, la la la-la la.

I just can’t get you out of my head, boy, your lovin is all I think about,
I just can’t get you out of my head, boy, your dick is all I think about

Every night, every day, just to be there in your arms.
Won’t you stay? Won’t you say……fuck!

La la la, la la la-la la, la la la, la la la-la la,
La la la, la la la-la la, la la la, la la la-la la.
I just can’t get you out of my head, boy, your lovin is all I think about,
I just can’t get you out of my head, boy, your cock is all I think about

La la la, la la la-la la, la la la, la la la-la la,
La la la, la la la-la la, la la la, la la la-la la.
I just can’t get you outta my head (la la la…),
I just can’t get you outta my head (la la la…),
I just can’t get you outta my head (la la la…).

*** Thanx a lot to Geertje for this one ***

Pictures

( Timo Maas Feat. Brian Molko )

You wanna go for a ride
So get in the car
No I won’t hurt you
Unless you ask me to
Hurt you

Boy
I won’t hurt you
Unless you ask me to
Hurt you
Boy
And take off your clothes

I wanna take pictures of you
I wanna capture you in digital
I wanna take pictures of you

You wanna go for a ride
So get in the car
No I won’t touch you there
Unless you ask me to
Touch you there

Boy
I won’t touch you there
Unless you ask me to
Touch you there
Boy
And take off your clothes
I wanna take pictures of you
Boy
I wanna capture you in digital
I wanna take pictures of you
Boy

You won’t age a day
In freeze frame
You won’t age a day
In freeze frame
You won’t age a day
In freeze frame

Take off your clothes
I wanna take pictures of you
Boy
I wanna capture you in digital
I wanna take pictures of you
Boy
Take off your clothes
I wanna take pictures of you
Boy
Take off your clothes

Pink Water III

( Indochine Featuring Brian Molko )

( English Version )

Sky… I’m gonna leave tonight
You know, I’ve got a life to live
And it’s getting late
So I’m gonna leave tonight
I can’t decide if I’m the one you need or what you want out of life
I always thought you’d be the one to leave, the one to change your mind

I’m on a rocket to a dying star,
You have to stay behind
Can’t take you with me cause it’s very far
And you don’t have the time
(Get me out of this place
Get me out of this place
Get me out of this place)

Sky… I’m gonna leave tonight
You know, I’ve got a life to live
And it’s getting late
I can’t decide if I’m the one you need or what you want out of life
I always thought you’d be the one to leave, the one to change your mind

I’m on a rocket to a dying star,
You have to stay behind
Before I met you I was crashing cars,
And I was doing fine
Get me out of this place,
Get me out of this town,
Before I drown in your deep pink water
Won’t remember your face,
Can’t remember your frown,
Because I’ll drown in your deep pink water

Ten…Nine…Eight…Seven…Six…Five…Four…Three…Two…One

Sky… I’m gonna leave tonight
You know, I’ve got a life to live
And it’s getting late
I’m on a rocket to a dying star,
You have to stay behind
Can’t take you with me cause it’s very far,
And you don’t have the time
I’m on a rocket to a dying star
You have to stay behind
Before I met you I was crashing cars,
And I was doing fine

Get me out of this place,
Get me out of this town
Before I drown in your deep pink water
I won’t remember your face
I can’t remember your frown
Because I’ll drown in your deep pink water

Get me out of this place,
Get me out of this town
Before I drown in your deep pink water
I won’t remember your face
I can’t remember your frown
Because I’ll drown in your deep pink water

( French Version )

Je pars, je ne reviendrai jamais
Bientôt le monde m’aura oublié tu sais…
Que j’aille…
Tu vois…

Je recherche un endroit pour me cacher
Et pour me fâner en paix
Ne jamais les croire
Quand ils t’en parleront
Si tu pouvais me voir…

Je partirai et je resterai
Seulement vêtue de toi
Souviens-toi encore
Quelques fois de moi…
Et ne leur pardonne pas

Get me out of this place
Get me out of this place
Get me out of this… place

Je pars je ne reviendrai jamais
Des roses
De l’eau de rose sur moi…
Deux filles dans un jardin
Un jardin étrange
Mais retiens-moi par la main
Et si demain
Tu ne me rejoins pas
Alors continue sans moi

Je partirai et je garderai que des restes de toi
Souviens-toi encore
Quelques fois de moi…
Mais ne leur pardonne pas

Get me out of this place, get me out of this town
Before I drown in your deep pink pink water
Won´t remember you face, can´t remember you frown
Because I´ll drown in your deep pink water

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

Je pars, je ne reviendrai jamais
Bientôt le monde m’aura oublié tu sais…

Je partirai et je resterai
Seulement vêtue de toi
Souviens-toi encore
Quelques fois de moi…
Et ne leur pardonne pas

Get me out of this place, get me out of this town
Before I drown in your deep pink pink water
Won´t remember you face, can´t remember your frown
Because I´ll drown in your deep pink water
Get me out of this place, get me out of this town
Won´t remember your face, can´t remember your frown
Because I´ll drown in your deep pink water

Plaisir d’amour

( Live / Jean-Pierre Claris poem )

Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un instant
Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie…

Requiem For A Jerk

( Gainsbourg - Brian Molko on Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited LP )

Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you got no choice, hear me through
You look as if you like it, but you seem reserved
It’s my requiem for a jerk

I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite for the day
I tried to raise a toast, ate this second verse
Buttered requiem for a jerk
It’s an afternoon for mourners, but the tears don’t come
Got what you deserved, the maximum

Well I’m getting sentimental but it’s too much work
What’s a requiem, to a jerk

Well the devil left a message
“Go try paradise
Hell’s a lot too hot
Not too nice
Try to take on god
If you’ve got the nerve
Even I don’t need
Stupid jerks”

Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you got no choice, hear me through
You look as if you like it in your woolen shirt
It’s my requiem for a jerk

I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite for the day
On your white-washed face
Blue steal prison wall
I’ll write stupid jerk, that’s all

Slackerbitch

It echoes in my brain
I didn’t mean it
Pulses through my vein
I didn’t mean it
I’m the one to blame
I didn’t mean it
Did too much cocaine
I didn’t mean it

Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Always comes back for more

Your memory will fade
I didn’t mean it
You’ve always had it made
I didn’t mean it
I know you feel betrayed
I didn’t mean it
I just wanted to get layed
I didn’t mean it

Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Always knocking on my door

You come across impure
I didn’t mean it
God damn imature
I didn’t mean it
You act so insecure
I didn’t mean it
You hate me now, i’m sure
I didn’t mean it

Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Dripping sex from every pore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Such a mother fucking bore

Smile

( Duet with Jane Birkin )

Brian Molko :
Don’t stare at your face with your nose out of place
At the wrinkles where zits used to be
And remember that smiling uses less muscles
And frowning just makes you look ugly

Brian Molko & Jane Birkin :
So smile, smile
And the whole world will smile with you
So smile, Baby, smile
If the whole world just had a clue

Jane Birkin :
Don’t mess with your man when he’s selling you grams
He would kill you for less and then smile
And don’t curse at a whore as you open the door
Cos’ your service wont be with a smile

So smile, smile
And the whole world smiles with you
And smile, Baby, smile
If the whole world just had a clue

Brian Molko :
Don’t sneer at your doctor or Gamble and proctor
Cos’ they’re just pawns in the game

Jane Birkin :
The perfect prescription is one that you’re given
It’s filled out in Jesus’ name

Brian Molko :
Don’t be scared of your preacher cos’ hes just a leech
He’s too busy cruising your ass

Jane Birkin :
There’s a verse in the Bible
That says we’re all liable
For everything that comes to pass

Brian Molko & Jane Birkin :
So smile, smile
And the whole world smiles with you
So smile, Baby, smile
If the whole world just had a clue
So smile, smile
Smile, smile
Smile, smile

Some

( Dream city film Club feat. Brian Molko )

Some like to dream
Some like to live
Some like to take
Some like to give
Some take enough
Some take it all
Some will rise
And some will fall
Some like it tight
Some like it loose
Some need a reason
Some need no excuse
Some like it dirty
Some like it clean
Some like it tender
And some like it lean
Some fuck for fun
Some for prestige
Some come on their feet (and)
Some come on their knees
Some say they’re bent
Some say they’re straight
Some come early
And some come late
I’m taking some
Now I’m taking some

The metric system

( Trash Palace Feat. Brian Molko )

Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it

Rock boy is genital suck juice mad
His delicious apparatus would flutter and tremble after pubic worship
He would freeze it in a jar and sell it to celebrity lesbians

Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it

They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they’re down with the metric system
And they never fuck around
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they’re down with the metric system
And they’re payin by the pound

Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it

Rock boy is genital suck juice mad
His delicious apparatus would flutter and tremble after pubic worship
He would freeze it in a jar and sell it to celebrity lesbians

Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it
Good work if you can get it

They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they’re down with the metric system
And they never fuck around
They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they’re down with the metric system
And they’re payin by the pound

They wanna buy it in kilos
They wanna buy it in grams
You know they’re down with the metric system
And they’re payin by the pound

Then the Clouds will open up for me

My guy is a tad transcontinental
But it keeps me enchained
Watch an old black and white movie
Fred and Ginger are too sentimental, crying in shame
I don’t want to be forgotten
I can’t be alone
So don’t you dare leave me
It’s like coming home
To skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they’re looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
My guy is a tad too ornamental
When he’s frozen in space
Cut your eye far to me
A covered carcass is too elemental, caught underneath a subway
I don’t want to be forgotten
I can’t be alone
So don’t you dare leave me
It’s like coming home
To skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they’re looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, One more time for me
One more time for me, One more time for me
Trans-likened, twisting my ankle
Doing the grave dance
Narcotic? Yes please, I’ll have a sample
Riding on my very last chance
Then the clouds will open for me
Gonna meet my Jesus Christ
I see history playing before me
For pleasure and passion you pay the price
Sadness the name of the spike that took me
I’ll make it that’s all
Like some raging, hard, horny Mephistopheles
Who came for my soul

Waiting For The Son Of Man

Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Laughter comes to the lucky, not me
People in my head that won’t stop talking
Nothing in my dream that isn’t creepy crawling

Walking in the park and i think that i’m falling
Swimming in the sea and i think i’ll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards
Only lifeguards
Packing all the time ??
Can save me

Waiting X3
For the son of man
For the son of man

Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Concentration comes to the ugly, not me
Nothing on the box that hasn’t been born
No one in the street that isn’t old

Driving in the car and i think that i’m crashing
Swimming in the Sea and i think that i’ll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards X2
Packing all the time
Can save me

Waiting X3
For the son of man
For the son of man

Protège moi

C’est le malaise du moment,
L’épidémie qui s’étend,
La fête est finie, on descend,
Les pensées qui glacent la raison.

Paupières baissées, visages gris,
Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit;
On ouvre le loquet de la grille
Du taudis qu’on appelle maison.

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protège-moi, protège-moi
Protège-moi, protège-moi
Protège-moi, protège-moi
Protège-moi, protège-moi

Sommes-nous les jouets du destin
Souviens-toi des moments divins
Planant, éclatés au matin,
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls.

Perdus les rêves de s’aimer,
Le temps où on avait rien fait,
Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls.

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protect me from what I want
(Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me from what I want
(Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me from what I want
(Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me, protect me

Protège-moi, protège-moi
Protège-moi de mes désirs

Protège-moi, protège-moi
Protège-moi, protège-moi

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

(Protect me) Protect me from what I want
(Protect me) Protect me from what I want
(Protect me) Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

(Protect me) Protect me from what I want
(Protect me) Protect me from what I want
(Protect me) Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protège-moi, protège-moi

Twenty years

There are twenty years to go
Twenty ways to know
Who’ll wear
Who’ll wear the hat

There are twenty years to go
The best of all I hope
Enjoy the ride
The medicine show

Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone

There are twenty years to go
The punch drunk and the blow
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone

And thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
But it’s you I take ’cause you’re the truth not I

There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know
But all will pass will end too fast, you know

There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
Some hold the rope

That’s the end and that’s the start of it
That’s the whole and that’s the part of it
That’s the high and that’s the heart of it
That’s the long and that’s the short of it
That’s the best and that’s the test in it
That’s the doubt the doubt, the trust in it
That’s the sight and that’s the sound of it
That’s the gift and that’s the trick in it

You’re the truth not I
You’re the truth, not I
You’re the truth, not I
You’re the truth, not I

You’re the truth, not I
You’re the truth, not I
You’re the truth, not I
You’re the truth, not I

I do

I wanna be much more like you
Your effortlessly graceful scene
That drips from every pore of you
Where logic cannot intervene
I wanna take a bath with you
And wash the chaos from my skin
I wanna fall in love with you
So how do we begin ?

I wanna be a girl like you
The way you swing your hips in jeans
I wanna wear my face like you
Shiseido MAC and Maybelline
I wanna paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream
I wanna fall in love with you

I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do

I wanna be much more like you
The way your smile lights up the room
I’ll kick back as men flirt with you
To jealously I’ll stay immune
This confidence in me and you
This hope that you and I will bloom
I wanna fall in love with you

I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do
I wanna say I do

The question is do you ?