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THE INVOCATION

If light were dark and dark were light
The moon a black hole in the blaze of night
A raven's wing as bright as tin
Then you, my love
Would be darker than sin

Jim Steinman

SAFE SEX

No one ever said I was a gullible girl
I don't believe everything that I'm told
I've been around and I know the ropes
And I won't get fooled again

I don't believe in no fairy tales
I don't believe in the man in the moon
And no pot of gold or anything else
Is waiting at the rainbow's end

I got no illusions now, I guess I lost them long ago
You're not gonna get me with this, cause I already know
Baby there's no such thing
Baby it just ain't true
And there's no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

There's always the danger of losing control
And of breaking my heart and exposing my soul
There's just no protection from that look in your eyes
Or the touch of your hands when I break down and cry
There's always the risk of surrendering more
Than I ever intended to do
And there's no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

I don't believe in the boogie man
I don't believe in no pie in the sky
You can wish upon a star until the stars are gone
That doesn't mean it's really so

There's no such thing as a Santa Claus
There's no such thing as getting money for nothing
And no yellow brick road is gonna take you there
Wherever you've been trying to go

We'll never be as young as this
No matter how we try, we grow
You're not such an innocent boy
And I already know

Baby there's no such thing
Baby it just ain't true
And there's no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

There's always the danger of giving too much
Love is often a drug
Love is often a crutch
There's no guarantee I can handle it all
The higher the climb
The longer the fall
There's always the danger of losing control
And of breaking my heart and exposing my soul
There's just no protection from that look in your eyes
Or the touch of your hands when I break down and cry
There's always the risk of surrendering more
Than I ever intended to do
And there's no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you
When it comes to loving you...

Jim Steinman

MAKING LOVE OUT OF NOTHING AT ALL

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie

I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And I know just when to dream

And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to choose
I know just when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose

And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and then I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game

But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all (making love)
Outta' nothing at all (making love)
Outta' nothing at all (making love)
Outta' nothing at all (making love)
Outta' nothing at all (making love)
Outta' nothing at all (making love)
Outta' nothing at all

Every time I see you
While the rays of the sun are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight
The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright
(I gotta follow it)
'Cause everything I know is nothing 'till I give it to you

I can make the run a stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock

I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone

But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl?
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Makin' love out of nothing at all (making love)
Outta' nothing at all (making love)...

Jim STEINMAN

Quand le ruisseau de la fontaine
Eclaircit, comme il le fait
Et paraît la fleur d'églantine
Et le rossignolet sur la branche
Lance et reprend et adoucit
Son doux chant et l'embellit,
Il faut bien que le mien reprenne.

Amour de terre lointaine,
Par vous tout le cœur me deuil
Et ne puis trouver remède
Sinon en votre appel,
Par attrait de douce amour
En verger ou sous courtine
Avec la compagne désirée.

Puisque toujours m'en manque le pouvoir,
Il n'est pas merveille que je m'enflamme
Car jamais plus gentille chrétienne
Ne fut, ni Dieu ne le voulut,
Ni juive ni sarrasine.
Bien est-il comblé de manne,
Qui un peu de son amour gagne.

De désir mon cœur ne cesse
D'aller vers ce que j'aime le plus
Et crois que mon vouloir me trompe
Si convoitise me l'enlève;
Que plus est poignante qu'épine
La douleur que guérit la joie
Dont je ne veux qu'on me plaigne.


Jaufré Rudel (XIIème siècle) - traduit du français roman.

EL DESDICHADO

Je suis le Ténébreux, - le Veuf, - l'Inconsolé,
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la Tour abolie :
Ma seule Étoile est morte, - et mon luth constellé
Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie.

Dans la nuit du Tombeau, Toi qui m'as consolé,
Rends-moi le Pausilippe et la mer d'Italie,
La fleur qui plaisait tant à mon coeur désolé,
Et la treille où le Pampre à la Rose s'allie.

Suis-je Amour ou Phébus ?... Lusignan ou Biron ?
Mon front est rouge encor du baiser de la Reine ;
J'ai rêvé dans la Grotte où nage la sirène...

Et j'ai deux fois vainqueur traversé l'Achéron :
Modulant tour à tour sur la lyre d'Orphée
Les soupirs de la Sainte et les cris de la Fée.

Gérard de Nerval

"Tu voudrais qu'il y ait des ascenseurs au fond des precipices"
Mathematiques souterraines, Hubert Felix Thiefaine

Le paian à ces motz horriblement enrage,
Et de son propre fer furieux il s’outrage.
Se bat le chef du poing il faict bruire ses dents,
Et jecte sur Ferry mille regards ardents :
Puis luy dict en fureur : O vile creature
Qui de ta triste vie as si petite cure !
Que n’as tu mille corps, afin que mille coups
Les fissent tous mourir en mon ardent courroux ?
Trop petit est ton sang pour saouler ma vengeance,
Et trop peu je verray ta folle outrecuidance
Punie par ta mort : mais approche insensé,
Viens recevoir la mort pour m’avoir offensé
Nicolas de Montreux, L’Espagne conquise