Success is a photon that escapes; success is a slippery fish,
The ones who try to reach it say that the more you run, the more it flees.
The lights are waiting, and the show, the show won’t go on without me,
An audience is anxious to see that a new moon’s going to shine on Queenie.
I’ve been a cocoon in silence, I’ll explode with confetti and music,
A surprise born in my head is lying, waiting; I will never die.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the house is proud to introduce the Great Queenie.”
The spotlight will find me each night, I will receive flowers.
The stage is my real home, the night is my moment,
Veins full of blood, my heart beats with insistence,
I’ll walk the streets with my head up, and I’ll help those who love me,
I’ll be a new kind of star, talking to everybody.
I’ve been a cocoon in silence, I’ll explode with confetti and music,
A surprise born in my head is lying, waiting, I will never die.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the house is proud to introduce the Great Queenie.”
The spotlight will find me each night; I will receive flowers.
I wake up, I don’t sing, but anything is liable to change,
I’ll drink a lot of eggs, I already dance very well.
Maybe this birthmark could be a small problem,
But I’ll pull through this. I was born to win.
I’ve been a cocoon in silence, I’ll explode with confetti and music,
A surprise born in my head is lying, waiting; I will never die.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the house is proud to introduce the Great Queenie.”
The spotlight will find me each night, and I will receive flowers.
Applause is a precious thing,
Applause is the first aim,
Applause from a big audience,
Success, applause, it’s the same.
Applause is a precious thing,
Applause is the first aim,
Applause from a big audience,
Success, applause, it’s the same.
Old Daddy Glam, Old Daddy Glam,
Old Daddy Glam, You made me what I am
In your hottest nights.
Old Daddy Glam,Old Daddy Glam,
Old Daddy Glam,
Wherever you are,
I don’t care about you.
Evenings and nights were your moments,
On your knees, I watched the twilight.
You don’t know how much you taught me,
With your tender “Get it right!”
Old Daddy Glam, Old Daddy Glam,
Old Daddy Glam,
You made me what I am
In your hottest nights.
Old Daddy Glam, Old Daddy Glam,
Old Daddy Glam,
Wherever you are,
I don’t care about you.
I remember your stained skin,
I see your hands in every man’s hands.
I see love is full of blame,
A destroyed life is your masterpiece.
Old Daddy Glam, Old Daddy Glam,
Old Daddy Glam,
I don’t wait for your death,
Now it’s too late.
Old Daddy Glam, Old Daddy Glam,
Old Daddy Glam,
I hope I don’t fuck with you
If I don’t recognize you.
Dear Moanie,
The weather is unbearable here,
I’ve had to take three showers; I was covered in sweat.
I’ve just bought a pack of cheap cigarettes without filters,
There are three or four shops next to my apartment.
It’s not like they told me there, in Boston,
The bathroom is in front of the bed, and there’s no wall.
The door is right there, so in case of a police raid,
They could find me pissing and get a hard-on.
The last two nights, I’ve gone to a customer’s house,
Oh! No-Knickers Sally was attacked in a Cadillac,
You know, one of those crazy guys…
Have I told you that I have a new pair of pants?
Nice: red and green, I’m going straight to the top.
Men look at me like a fly looks at shit,
And I look at them like a woman looks at shit.
Speaking seriously, I think I hate them all,
They’re like a stupid machine; they groan and roar in my ear.
The other night, one paid to cum in my hair,
And he beat my face with his cock, shaking it.
Well, that’s all for now. Remember to be good,
And don’t let them do it without a condom.
Kisses, Queenie.
When there’s no moon,
And the night is a gigantic spiderweb,
Then it’s time to glide
Over the city,
If you’re a predator
Looking for carrion,
Like nighthawks,
Looking for carrion,
Like nighthawks.
They wear jackets
With university badges,
They’re only paying with pleasure
Their debts to the devil,
Covering their faces with hoods,
Carrying containers of drugs,
Oh, oh oh oh,
Oh, oh, nighthawks.
Let’s play, special price,
Three for one,
Hey bitch, take it or leave it,
That’s your job, and it’s your choice,
Take it or else
Give us the complaint book,
Oh, oh oh oh,
Nighthawks.
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, Nighthawks.
(INSTRUMENTAL)
John the Hermit, aka John the Owl,
Greasy hair, dirty mouth.
John the Hermit used to howl,
“Please, let me be your girl just one more night.”
He had a heart attack under the rain,
But our guilty prayers were in vain.
John the Hermit soon was back,
And he’s laughing and smoking with his friend Jack.
I’d like to wake up as John the Hermit,
And have no trouble for being trouble,
I’d like to be John the Hermit and drive his car,
But I’d just drive far, far, far.
Yes, I’d like to wake up as John the Hermit,
I’d like to wake up with no trouble,
See, John the Hermit is shaking his fist,
He gives me an invitation to a feast.
I thought I knew everything, I was sure there was nothing else to see.
But I imagine you so small and alive, And my mouth is the mouth of a child.
I have you inside.How do you come from such a dirty thing?
I don’t care who made you get inside me. He was nobody, I’m sure of it,
I’ll tell you when you grow up.You’ll be the winner I haven’t been.
You’ll be the winner I haven’t been. You’ll be the winner I haven’t been.
It looks like another conversation,
Easy and innocent as a routine.
But she’s selling herself for a sandwich,
Using ignorance as a mirage.
I’m looking through the mirror,
I see myself in the past I hate.
And I want her to rise from the garbage,
Like an old, weathered bird.
They will say a lot of things about her lips,
About coins that fell in vain,
About cruelty and beauty,
About every doubtful act.
I’ve been watching her from afar,
From the windows of an ancient bus.
Parading among her rotten hopes,
She still believes in her own lies, in her dreams.
And her once-praised eyes
They are now just organs to see
Through the fog, in the dirt,
The meager meal
That her flesh needs.
She’s looking for a rusty spoon.
Have you got one, please?
I’ll lie down, I’m so tired,
Amusing hours are abolished by now,
Smith, Green, Jones, Brown…
Queenie’s the only thing
I was sure of, from the start.
Pills, condoms, flavored creams,
Jean jackets and miniskirts,
Messy room without a bedside table,
I’d like to laugh, but I’m not able.
And as the night goes on, I’m waiting for an anxious man.
He’ll come to bring me my food, as a side effect of his purpose.
It hurts! Man, you make me feel bad,
Like Crazy Jake, my second step-dad.
He touched me so many times
And paid for my silence with a few dimes.
I miss real things I’ve never had and I deserve,
As everyone deserves by natural right, for being alive.
There’s no man I’ve met
That I can say one day I’ll love him,
They just stare at my tits
And in their eyes, I can read:
Queenie’s eyes, Queenie’s nose, Queenie’s mouth, Queenie’s ears, Queenie’s teeth,
But above all, Queenie’s cunt. Queenie’s hands, Queenie’s knees, Queenie’s feet, Queenie’s hair, Queenie’s smile,
But above all, Queenie’s cunt.
They make me feel like that,
They groan and roar when they use my…Queenie’s cunt, as Queenie’s cunt is Queenie’s charm, just a hole, just a crack…Do you like Queenie’s eyes or Queenie’s smile? Do you?
Not long ago, there was a time
When I was young and I was wild,
But it’s gone, now it’s gone.
Not long ago, there was a time
When I was wrong because my mind
Was in a fog, was in a fog.
I’ve grown up, I’ve had you,
I’ll start a new life with you, my child, my boy, my boy…
…My voice is broken by the years,
But I will sing again one day
With new songs and a new voice.
Not long ago, there was a time
When I was wrong because my mind
Wasn’t strong enough, strong enough….
And we are at the theatre tonight,
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m proud
To introduce the Great Queenie,
To introduce the Great Queenie.
Queenie is again, back on the stage,
She’s singing:
Not long ago, there was a time
When I was young and I was wild,
But it’s gone, now it’s gone.
Not long ago, there was a time
When I was wrong because my mind
Was in a fog, was in a fog. La la la la…