11. Let The Children Cum To Me...

Hey you little Jesus bride why have you smiled to me?
Hey you little Jesus bride why have you sang to me ?

They say that God is inside us all, and sometimes He is
not in the way that I have preached for to wish to
but God is my lover and I love him too

He acts in mysterious ways
He has such mysterious shapes
I know them all from inside out
and in one by one I do believe - no matter how

and They say the tongue who prays is the tongue which licks
and that the ones who kneel in four shall stand
to be loved by God without having the grace
to see who is behind them now, wearing God's face

the Judgement day is not ever far away
but to how many did it came long before the puberty

Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you smiled to me?
Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you sang to me ?

as they select themselves and cut in innocent flesh
what Jesus really meant by: "Let the children come to me..."

Hey you little Jesus bride, be my wife, be my wife...

12. The Hanged Man

Put your arms around my neck
just like a pathetic lace of death
displays like a tarot deck
I am the card of the hanged man

and here I stand
with a flame on my hand
do you understand?

If there is hope for me
she is flirting with the breeze
on a peculiar choreography
with the dead arms of some old southern tree

silently, lips sealed against me
silently, wanna walk with me?

And it makes you wanna know
if in all the stories the truth is really told

And it makes you wanna reborn
and like a snake crawl every warm season
Into a different form

When you can still kill me,
when you can still cure me. Cure me.

Put your lace around my face
just like a fairytale
through the blank of my closed eyes
you can foresee the rope within

And it makes you wanna know
how deep have you truly flown

And it makes you wanna ride
through the fake suicide of someone
already dead inside

Still you walk with me, silently

And it makes you wanna disclaim
something you had really never learnt

And it makes you wanna stay
forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man

Here I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you with me.


13. 13

(We were happy to have you with us tonight
and hope you'll come back often.)

The Butterfly Effect (1999)

1. Soulsick
2. The Butterfly Fx
3. Can't Bee
4. Lustmord
5. Selfabuse
6. I Am The Eternal Spectator
7. Solitary Vice
8. Disappear Here
9. Adaptables
10. Angelizer
11. Tired
12. K / O Mal De Cristo

1. Soulsick

[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Paixao/Crestana]

I am only real at places I can not be

My right hand rebels and chops off the left
(the) hairy ape walks into stage
he tries to stay erect

the one who never slept
in order to be perfect
the arrogance of their hands
the joy of the regret

soulsick - good at things I never did

soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

I am only real at places I can not be
Dead liquid vigilant
Implanted into my sleep

The one who never slept
The one who stays erect
The one who is profound
The one I do reject

soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

soulsick - good at things I never did

I am only real at places I can not be

Soulsick but skindeep
I'm not real, just believed in

Soulsick but skindeep
Not real, just believe in

2. The Butterfly Fx

[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Paxao/Crestana]
[percussion sounds extracted from "Heart of Africa" (Spectrasonics)]
[pre-produced at P'ra Musica Studio, Alverca, Portugal]

When I move
You move with me
I feed off you
You feast on me

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

Where's this small
dead hand that creeps me
I am biting it to its very bone
Collapsing with everything new on me
until it gets so very old

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

There is this third body
spinning fast
reducing me
into a relapse
with its crippled flaps
slow motion dims
sweetly parasited
by butterfly wings

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

All that is old is new again
(To be) each other spies
we're condemned
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect

And what I see
You can not see
I will have to kill you
Before you kill me

Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect

3. Can't Bee

[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Paixao/Crestana]

Can't bee your lover
Can't bee that loveless
Can't bee that healing rope, or anything
Can't bee without you, the one or the other
Can't even bee what you are for me

Can't even bee your final solution
I hope I was your final pollution

Can't bee your motion
Can't bee that frozen
Can't bee those limbs you miss, or everything
Can't bee the apocalypse, one or the other
Can't live your life for you and for me

Can't even bee your final pollution
I wish I was the heartbeat of your destruction

Can't bee like you
Can't bee that hateful
Can't bee that cross to bridge, or just that thing
Can't bee the insect stroke, the distracted love
Don't dare to bee what you are for me

Can't even bee your absolution
I pace at the rhythm of your consumption

4. Lustmord

[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Paixao]
[congas & timbales by Oli Albergaria Savill]
[pre-produced at P'ra Musica Studio, Alverca, Portugal]

Whatever haunts me from birth on
is leaking white blood again
it is sickening my heart
while I divide yours in two

Lustmord - (I will) never stop to hurt you
Lustmord - (I will) never stop to love you

I will never stop to hurt you
Now that I have you with me
So close together in one body
I feel safe but what about you ?

the soft, sweet wound of normalcy
is sweating white blood again
I am fingering every inch of it
grateful for who I am

you're my interruption
my crossroad of just one way
my object without a function
but still mine anyway

Lustmord
Lustmord

unpredictable - when I kiss it burns
irresistible - as a crowd of only one
I am so addicted and you are so down
Yore are nailed forever to my sense of lust

Lustmord - (I will) never stop to hurt you
Lustmord - (I will) never stop to love you

5. Selfabuse

[lyrics: Ribeiro, music: Crestana/Paixaio/Amorim]
[pre-produced at P'ra Musica Studio, Alverca, Portugal]

On my knees now
I'll inflict myself
some real love
On my knees now
I'll choke myself
in troubled love

On my knees now
I'll purge myself
of real love
On my knees now
I swear, I know nothing
of that troubled love

Have me, have me, have, never waste (the good) in me.
Watch me, watch me, watch me, but never try to be me.

I am a man again
through self abuse
improving myself
Through self abuse
I am a man again
through self abuse
Selfabuse

On my knees now
I'll end myself
through real love
On my knees now
I'll reveal myself in troubled blood.

Waste me, waste me, waste me, never try to beat me.

I am a man again
through self abuse
improving myself
Through self abuse

I am seeing someone
Sneaking through
my troubled blood...
I am feeling someone
Starving for my troubled love...

Waste me, waste me, waste me, never try to beat me.

Self abuse. Never try to complete with me.

6. I Am The Eternal Spectator

[lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Paixao]
[telephone by Julie Katnoria, white piano by Ribeiro]

I am the eternal spectator

The eternal stimulator
Of things that never come
Of things that never come

I am the eternal spectator

The eternal ruminator
Of things better left alone
Of things better left alone

Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you

The eternal dictator
Of your perpetual distraction
The eternal collector
Of things that were never done
The eternal agitator
Of a war you never fought
The eternal demonstrator
Until you prove me wrong

Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
Watching over you
Long-dead inside of you.

7. Solitary Vice

[lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Paixao]
[caixixi, maracas & shakers by Oli Albergaria Savill]

I will manipulate you
Until it becomes a vice
I will dispose of you
Until it becomes a vice
Let me exaggerate you
Distort you from inside out
love you by different rules
fuck you up to your soul

I will pretend I love you
To know what is like
Then come in my own mouth
To feel what is like
Let me desecrate you
Spit you when I'm done
Let me banalize you
Until you are adored

Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power

I will insist on you
Until you become the Truth
i will decay with you
Until you become the Ruin
Let me celebrate here
Now that nothing is left of you
Let me celebrate now
Here's nothing left of you

Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power

I will dispose of you. I will manipulate you
I will discard of you but I will believe in you