Poesie Noire
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I am afraid to sit in the dark.
I look behind me when I walk.
I am so scared I can't talk.
Somebody stabs me with a fork.
Paranoia I am on my way.
I am so nervous I can't stay.
I have got only one day on my display.
I've finally found it so I scream hurray.
I am so drunk of all that wine.
I need some action I need a line.
This is what they call decline and I think it is all mine.
- Album:
- Repérages Couleur 3, Volume 3: 1988
- Complicated
- Tabula Rasa
- EBM Club Classics
- New Wave Club Class-X, Volume 3
- New Wave Belgian Class-X
- Real Retro Electronic Beats Classix
- Club Wave 2
- En Grande Colère / Pity for the Self
- Love Is Colder Than Death
- Bel 80: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1987
- Existential Despair, Metaphysical Distress, Onthological...
- Bel 90: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1991
- Marianne
- Tales of Doom
- Tetra
- Oblivion
- Bel 80: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1985
- World of Electronic Body Music
- The Best Of, Volume 1