Caffeine sings like fire
And dances between the tracks
And gazoline chants in church :
Nothing will be like before.
Benzine you went off and cut my wings,
Cut my tongue, got me weak
And mescaline sent me to spin
Ten years with black medicine.
I had a love, you know this,
Doesn’t matter she was
Marie Magdalene,
Doesn’t matter she was,
The woman in the magazine.
These days she was all mine
I could say gallon
Before it was a dollar plain,
Lighted up on the screen.
I had a love like a tragedy
Like I learned to say pity
Before mum and daddy
But now caffeine sings like fire
And dances between the trucks
And gazoline chants in the church :
Nothing is like it used to be.
I’ll drone under dramamine,
I’ll get there, I’ll get to her,
I’ll say home before she says scat
And caffeine will sing like fire.
I’ll say cat before she says gone,
And gazoline will chant in the truck :
Nothing really is like it seems.
I have a love like a trapdoor,
I have a hope like a step floor,
And she’s not gone you know,
She’s just resting at the scene.
And caffeine sings like fire,
No more weak, no more miss,
For my heart of truck,
For my love in the chant,
For my woman in maybelline.
Credit image : Josef Schulz, « Tyler #7 », 2012
Frédéric Benqué 