Contemporary reference to Ronald Reagan's election to office.
The velvet underground meets the takeover of Beverly Hills.
A rocky requiem to pop art.
Peaceful transition of power.
Welcome to the 1980's.

In Andy Warhol’s factory
(eight days a week)
Assembly line of victory
Time is so meek
 
Workers in computer design
Plain like a screen
Projecting Andy’s handy signs
In the machines
 
Plastic folklore
Take the hold-all
This song’s function’s extreme unction to

Andy Warhol
Lonesome cowboy
Because the day of maturity’s drawn near
The mechanism’s run down
 
In Andy Warhol’s factory
(eight days a week)
The Master seems so unhappy
Tired and weak
 
After the power and glory
Why does he cry
Why he’s losing his dignity
Why must he die
 
Andy Darling
Shooting – starring
Overfulfilled the plan but the Sun
Keeps on shining
Keeps on rising
On the top of the pop heaven each day
We’re gonna be flying
 
 
In Andy Warhol’s factory
(eight days a week)
Multiplicated destiny
Chic of the myth
 
It’s nineteen-eighty-one again
Year number one
See West coast promptly won the game
Thy kingdom’s gone
 
So long, darling
It’s the parting
Probably it’s the last song about
Andy Darling
Horsing – riding
The fusion of mass realities is done
One culture and one fiction
 
Dream factory
Save your story
Underground will be nationalized
And the judgment’s
That the fast trend
Society of time pioneers will be
Part of the empire
 
And you darling
Keep on smiling
We will remember and fête you on
Eight days of the week

Fallen angel ebels against the powers of exploitation.
Atonal lamentation of the immortal slave.
Harmonious declaration of a breach of trust.
A captivating number of afterpunk artistry.
Sam Cooke in new style.

Each day I rise, each day I fall
Sad resurrection, no light at all
No arms to the struggle, no voice in the void
Ne flight in the valley, no cheers for the horde
 
Materiality, breeding in space
The mirror is broken, I can’t see my face
I walk like a spectre, gasping for breath
I’m consuming reason, I digest my death
 
Metareality, no auspicious sign
No cure for the blindness, they can’t see their crime
I’m going to the river, I’ll resort to force
I keep sowing the flag, I have no free choice
 
Refr.:
Carry on    -   I feel ready to drop
Carry out  -   I’ll play until you stop
 
Each day I start, each day I end
Self-preservation, no gold in the sand
No drug for the madness, no peace of the mind
No escape from freedom, no ease of the grind
 
Disability glare, we live in a dream
Anything may happen, you control the scene
Everything’s sacred, everything’s vain
Give me a compass, I’m missing the aim
 
I give you all my time, I give you my brains
I’m wearing your glory, I’m wearing your chains
I do what you tell me to do, I’ve got no own life
Am I still not mature, how big is your price
 
Refr.:
 
Each day I pray, each day I cry
Shallow redemption, no sense to try
No credit for the damned, no change in the air
No spring on the alley, the deal is not fair

Disoriented refugee's subrealist serenade to our lady.
A christmas carol of hope and deliverance.
Militant swing with etherial atmospherics.
An identity crisis saved the bells.
Dedicated to the queen of Paris.

Woman, behold your son
Thorny branch on his crown
Got no kingdom, just his syndrome
Thy will be done
 
I’m probably risen
But out of season
I am depressed, I am despised
I am freezin'
 
Mary, mother of time
I call you from the shrine
Can you hear me, can you feel me
I hope you're fine
 
Nineteen eighty's gone
It's christmas eve in town
Silver full moon, any day now
I’m thirty one
 
Notre dame, queen of Paris
Ground zero of release
You saw my tears, you know my fears
Send me a kiss
 
Notre dame, queen of Paris
Gothic symbol of release
You know my fears, you saw my tears
Give me the bliss
 
 
Tell me I am not mad
Tell me I am not dead
Tell me rumors, tell me secrets
Erase my head
 
Rose clock in setting sunlight
Mass for Europe, my bride
Orion clue, close encounter
Nite flights with guide
 
Fifteenth of february
Sart of the horlogy
Phase correction, shifted birthday
My mind got free
 
August of seventy-nide
Ascension day – bread and wine
Kindling candle with my mother
Under his sign

Notre dame, queen of Paris
Ground zero of release
You saw my tears, you know my fears
Send me a kiss
 
Notre dame, queen of Paris
Gothic symbol of release
You know my fears, you saw my tears
Give me the bliss

Now I'm wholly alone
But see they rolled back the stones
The temple's bright – holy midnight
I’m coming home
 
 
Oh my lady

Veteran spy's ode to his figurative bride.
A bridge over the troubled waters of history.
A trashy track of sterile kitsch with the vainglory of the past.
Treason to the world unites the star-crossed lovers.
European way of life.

Kneeling in my Sunday best
My medals pinned on my chest
See-saw and merry-go-round
Children play on the playground
 
European way of life
Give me your hand, be my wife
Doubleplushappy and bright
Jerusalem in hot light
 
Tangerine dreams of the blast, alright
We’re gonna taste vintage wine tonight
Heretic  ##  Sabbath-breaker  ##  Last Rite
Never, never stay alive
 
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fascist blum
The oath cannot be done
I kiss you in the sundown
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fascist blum
The oath cannot be done
I kiss you in the sundown
 
 
Alliance for a new style
Will make the future worthwhile
Barefoot on fragments of glass
Pilgrimage to shattered pasts
 
Apollo’s nailed to the time
Isis is killed, what a crime
Back to the Moon at Noontide
Won’t take again the wrong flightµ
 
Slippin’ and slidin’ around, no blame
We’re gonna change the infernal game
The wind is acid  ##  Bring me the flame
Kill me, kill me in the rain
 
Sweet Anna rank
Pardon, I'm a rolling drunk
The truth cannot be untongued
Oh yeh, Wedding feast up front
 
Sweet Anna rank
Pardon, I'm a rolling drunk
The truth cannot be untongued
Oh yeh, Wedding feast up front
 
Alliance for a new style
Will make the future worthwhile
Barefoot on fragments of glass
Pilgrimage to shattered pasts
 
Apollo’s nailed to the time
Isis is killed, what a crime
Back to the Moon at Noontide
Won’t take again the wrong flight
 
Slippin’ and slidin’ around, no blame
We’re gonna change the infernal game
The wind is acid  ##  Bring me the flame
Kill me, kill me in the rain
 
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fucking punk
The song cannot be unsung
Together forever young
 
Sweet Anna Frank
Pardon, I'm a fucking punk
The song cannot be unsung
Together forever young

European way of life
Give me your hand, be my wife
Doubleplushappy and bright
Jerusalem in hot light
 
Apollo’s nailed to the time
Isis is killed, what a crime
Back to the Moon at Noontide
Won’t take again the wrong flight

A sentimental  journey through the mirror of Lilith. Evoking ray bradbury’s martian chronicles. Hypnotic drum pattern in the space of bass. The unmitigated pathos of inevitable damnation. Time is over.

I saw her in the mirror of Lilith
Long before she’d ultimately split
I couldn’t make a move to stop the fall
Her genome could not resist the call

We were the last couple from Mars
Guided by the stars
Enlightened and frightened

So far away
Beyond love and hate
Pulled by the strings of fate
Immortal and ageless 

We were alone
Out on our own
Searching for a home
The City of Eden

I was not an ordinary guy
Everything I told her was a lie
I sucked her blood and I sold her flesh
I treated her like sacrificial trash

We were a solitary pair
Expelled in the air
Desolate and despised

So long ago
Before birth and death
Until our final breath
Trustworthy and faithful

We were the one
Orphans of the sun
Devoted to none
The Socialist Kingdom

She was not a sentimental girl
No promises could dumbfound her
She was made my soul sister in sin
We were persuaded we shall win

We were the niggers of the world
Shuffled off the herd
Mystified and disguised

So down below
Between dark and bright
We never stopped to fight
Resolute and armored

We made the grade
Against the cascade
The picture won’t fade
Time is over

I conjure you Lilith and your friends
Release her and restore our romance

CHORUS:
Angel of death and wife of Satan
LILITH BEGONE
In Nomine Domini, Amen.