Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

Only For Your Lips

My own darker take on 1950s pop songs.

Only for your lips. Only for your lips Shall I long for the blood. Only for your lips. Je veux le rouge tete.

( Je veux le rouge tete Bonne nuit, kuchiburu. )

With this trot at midnight, moon shall our parting. With this trot at midnight at the darkest hour I embrace you as we

Make farewell kisses in pool a blood.

We didn't want to part, for our love couldn't start. The accordion under the moonlight hour, marked her execution.

( Je veux le rouge tete Bonne nuit, kuchiburu. )

Only for your lips. Only for your lips Shall I long for the blood. Only for your lips. Je veux le rouge tete.

Even in death, shall we never part, The couple of death has their embrace.

As I carass your beautiful face. The severed head of a goose girl. My farest dove in flight.

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