Poesie Noire
verge of tears
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No one's at home, I'm drunk and alone
and dust is my crown I am slowly beginning to drown.
My tears are my food I am in the blue mood.
Humilation's my face. I have to get out of this place.
There is no more music and it's making me sick.
Left's only pain and woe. Left to multiply and grow
[Marianne + Jo]
Bury me under your words (x2)
- 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