AVERAGELY HYSTERICAL

I survived this last ordeal 
so after all I can be proud 
of being a woman with a capital W 
I certainly treasure 
what you’ve taught me  
and I can definitely say 
that I am a woman with a capital W 
that I am a woman who’s got what it takes 

W as in wilful dupe 
How long did I put up with your scheming ways
W as in wilful dupe 
How long had you been plotting behind my back

It was a bitter pill to swallow
and nobody knows  
your despicable methods 
better than I do 
I buried my foolish infantile idealism  
and can now declare 
that I am a woman with a capital W 
that I am a woman who’s got what it takes 

W as in wilful dupe
How long did I put up with your scheming ways
W as in wilful dupe
How long had you been plotting behind my back 
W as in wilful dupe 
how long did you slip and slide beneath my sheets 

Kiss me again Judas
Until I have breath in my body   
until I get my reward 
until I have breath in my body  
until I get my reward  

until I have breath in my body  
until I get my reward  
Kiss me, Kiss me, Kiss me, Kiss me 
W as in wilful dupe 
W as in wilful dupe 
W as in wilful dupe 

Besame besame mucho
como si fuera esta noche
la ultima vez

I rarely smile         
Especially lately      
I realize just by looking at myself        
That I’m not the same person anymore       
I reluctantly participate      
In formal rituals that are beneath contempt     
I put up with the seductive words of people         
Preaching  what they do not practice        
 
Let me be absolutely clear any resemblance      
Let me be absolutely clear any resemblance      
Is not purely coincidental          
It is not purely generic                            
Believe me…..                     
 
I reply vaguely                              
With sincere and polite  detachment              
To the languid nauseating                          
Altruism of convenience             
I gradually adapt                            
To subtle moral blackmail             
I notice just by looking at you     
That I find you sufficiently             
Despicable                                      
 
Let me be absolutely clear any resemblance      
Let me be absolutely clear any resemblance     
Is not purely coincidental          
It is not purely generic                           
Believe me…..                     
 
Let me be absolutely clear any resemblance      
Let me be absolutely clear any resemblance      
Is not purely coincidental          
It is not purely generic                           
Believe me…..                     
Believe me…..            

My sweet Love don’t say a word       
I am all too distressed by your anxiety     
Since I discovered I am your second-best     
I have been feeling ashamed  about the thoughts I had       
About what I wanted to do and didn’t      
About how I wanted to kill you                
 
I could smell it                                           
As you sank  into her lips                                   
You prayed it wouldn’t stop             
As you lost yourself in her lips         
You hoped it would not be short-lived       
 
My sweet savage love that was what you were looking for       
In the rubbish and waste of human kind       
Sometimes the conflict between sacred and evil wears me out       
That hammering pulsation of unhealthy pleasure     
For what I wanted to do and didn’t      
For what I wanted to inflict on you            
 
I could smell it                                           
As you sank  into her lips                                   
You prayed it wouldn’t stop             
As you lost yourself in her lips         
You hoped it would not be short-lived       
not short-lived                  
not short-lived                  
not short-lived                  
 
And all this just to say that                 
I paid my dues to the full....

Between one page and another of a randomly chosen book 
I was slowly killing time it was September already a few far-off voices and
absent-minded Autumn on the other side of the windows  
I almost hoped you wouldn’t come 
I almost believed that I wouldn’t miss you and yet I was waiting for you

Taking my mind off things seemed rather easy
I thought I could put up with your indifference 
looking for useless excuses and remedies  
You were the sore point, it was you sugary sweet Autumn it was you

I made a cold appraisal of my limits 
reckless gestures and frequent sacrifices 
it was late and my eyes were burning I was staring at the ceiling
my unmade bed  
I almost hoped you wouldn’t come 
I almost believed that I wouldn’t miss you and yet I was waiting for you 

Taking my mind off things seemed rather easy
I thought I could put up with your indifference 
looking for useless excuses and remedies  
I thought I could smother my impatience 
You were the sore point, it was you sugary sweet Autumn  
You were the sore point, it was you sugary sweet Autumn  

Sugary sweet Autumn… (x 4)

Autumn
Sugary sweet Autumn…

In fact it looks like the dead of night       
Yet another eclipse from one heartache to the next    
Down here in hell you age and the air burns      
Down here in hell we change route more often        
No blissful certainty nor trace of touching                     
Compassion...                                                        
 
Don’t think that it’s  faraway don’t think it
Don’t think that it’s  faraway don’t think it
Don’t think that it’s faraway                               
I can see your house from here                                        
 
In fact between one circle and another          
I searched for your methylene blue eyes          
Down here in  hell perpetual suffering              
And delight
Down here in hell a  harsh and inflexible                            
Sentence is served                                        
In these infernal depths doubt spreads                        
No blissful certainty nor trace of touching 
compassion… 
 
Don’t think that it’s faraway don’t think it
Don’t think that it’s faraway don’t think it   
Don’t think that it’s faraway                                   
I can see your house from here                                        

I confess I did it on purpose 
I intended to hurt you           
I may seem somewhat stupid to you     
Certainly immature                               
For all the times I instinctively felt the need to hold you      
For all the times I seriously felt              
I could erase you from my mind           
Erase you from my mind                    
Erase you                                        
Based on no logic whatsoever         
 
I admit I felt secure                         
In my papier-maché  shell               
I acted so that                                   
I would not appear incoherent      
For all those times when I tried not to indulge you     
For all those times when I seriously believed       
I could erase you from my mind       
Erase you from my mind                   
Erase you                                           
Based on no logic whatsoever             
No logic whatsoever

Fiery caresses                                
That enviable savoir-faire              
Oh so sweet, intense and brutal !    
 
What noble poetry                         
in your bank account                     
Oh father, lover, master !              
 
In sickness and in health               
Till death us do part                       
 
Dizzy passion                                           
Oh my insatiable beast                             
In your warm and welcoming harem        
 
In sickness and in health               
Till death us do part                       
 
Make me your geisha                            
Make me your humble servant   (x 2)   
 
Make me your geisha                            
 
Your geisha (x 4)                                 

Deaf merciless mermaids 
made the sad announcement 
as the setting sun flooded  
the deserted roads 
dark omens  
power games experienced first-hand
or by men armed with romantic ideals 
whatever the reward 
it will never be right 

We will be ready to celebrate victory 
and joyfully drink a toast amongst the ruins 
few will be able to release themselves from poverty
and be happy about the glory however infinite  

The sharp echo of mermaids  
cuts our open wounds  
we waited helplessly for the enemy to attack
(and) perhaps for the last time  
power games experienced first-hand 
or the irreparable damage of wasted childhood
who will pay for this 
whoever carries the signs 

We will be ready to celebrate victory 
and joyfully drink a toast amongst the ruins 
few will be able to release themselves from poverty
and be happy about the glory however infinite  

winners and losers 
we will rebuild everything
winners and losers

I watched her hands insolently teasing an artificial rose    
And the way she concealed her embarrassment               
was so sweet                                                         
as she talked about her misfortunes       
smiling ironically  and keeping her eyes lowered          
 
I watched her hands folding and unfolding     
Between the embroidery of the tablecloth               
I could hardly stop myself from                         
Grabbing hold of them, attacking her pain       
 
The taste of a frugal meal mixed with the odour of incense  
Memories dulled by time                                   
Although she was no different from  many, many other people             
She was special.....special                                
 
I watched her hands elegantly           
emphasizing  her opinions                 
with unexpected resemblance      
symbiotic intuition friendly zeal             
 
The taste of a frugal meal mixed with the odour of incense    
Memories faded by time                       
Although she was no different from many, many other people     
She was special.......special                      
 
I let myself be seduced by her obsessions             
I let myself be seduced by her obsessions             
I let myself be seduced by her obsessions             

First light of day      
I sang  in a low voice as I waited for you and it wasn’t the first time
My eyes followed you around               
On the table, among yesterday’s leftovers and the empty chairs      
Something in the air suggested                
That basically there was no real hurry               
And as I toyed with the idea of coincidences,  I  gathered signs    
 
Tell me what I overlooked                   
That missing link is the source of all uncertainty     
Tell me what escaped me
 
First light of day               
Tolerating prejudice and gossip requires a supreme effort 
Something in the air suggested       
That basically there was no real hurry     
As I toyed with the idea of coincidences         
 
Tell me what I overlooked     
That missing link is the source of all uncertainty       
Tell me what escaped me           
That missing link is                   
The bottomless pit that devours and gives nothing back        
 
Tell me what escaped me           
That missing link is                   
The bottomless pit that devours and gives nothing back        
Devours and gives nothing back 

I met her a number of times when she was rather drunk 
They called her the Countess of Misery               
Because of her arid disposition                              
She was desperately lonely                        
On the threshold of sixty                                  
Sadly wrapped in garish ostrich feathers and vulgar-looking metal jewellery  
Written on the wall of her house  
 
Countess of Misery                 
Sooner or later life             
Pays off its debt                                  
Countess of Misery                
Sooner or later life takes you by surprise 
 
In her eyes lay the constant fear of the passing of time       
And she would have given anything to have the elixir              
Of long life              
She was desperately lonely       
On the threshold of sixty              
Sweetly engrossed in glorious memories steeped in powder, blusher and ‘rien ne va plus’       
Countess of Misery                 
Sooner or later life             
Pays off its debt                                  
Countess of Misery                
Sooner or later life takes you by surprise 
 
Without asking permission
Without prior warning   
Countess of Misery                       
Her mind in hibernation since the age of twenty   
Victim of the century’s deceptive     
Pursuit of the icons of beauty  
And cosmetic surgery      
 
Countess of Misery          
The mind doesn’t change  
Countess of Misery          
The mind doesn’t change  
Countess of Misery          
The mind doesn’t change  
Countess of Misery          
The mind doesn’t change  

Burn at the stake heretical witch           
And your ashes will be scattered  on the wind      
Burn at the stake hysterical witch          
And bad luck will never again be spread by your hands      
May your voice be silenced forever             
 
I don’t think I can put up with this agonizing lament      
Now the flames are drying your tears               
And you will no longer set your eyes on our innocent children  
You have time for your last curse                    
Or your last prayer                                 
Amid  thousands of gestures to ward off evil                  
I don’t think I can put up with this agonizing lament      
And bad luck will never again be spread by your hands 
And bad luck will never again be spread by your hands 
And bad luck will never again be spread by your hands