X-Certificate Mansions
(southern paradise)

I was in Paris in sixty eight
I was five.
A prodigy spy for MI five.
I was in Paris in sixty eight.
I arrived at the Gard Du Nord.
The City it was delirious,
I was young and bored.

I was in Paris in sixty eight.
Played Mozart to Serge Gainsbourg.
Fed Guy Debord some chemicals.
Molotovs blew his mind.

I was in Paris in sixty eight.
My mission to record.
The society spectacular.
My satchel wired for sound.

I was in Paris in Sixty eight.
Alouette, gentille alouette,
Alouette, je te pl
I was in paris in sixty eight
I found a bucket and a spade.
I built a bed of sand to play in.
With a girl called Alouette.
We kissed, her knickers wet with petrol,
No movie in.
With a girl called Alouette.
We kissed, her knickers wet with petrol,
No movie was ever made.

I was in Paris in sixty eight.
Betraying dreams, spirit , destiny.
become a mutha fuckin Mercenary,
Bugging peeps and bugging out.
The distant scent of revolution.
Marijuana smoke in her hair.

I was in Paris in sixty eight.
I was, I was ,I was
My lover Algerian our passion a taboo.
I defiled her religion.
She spoiled my quarter in spool.

I was in Paris in sixty eight.
It was fate, said Alouette.
I said, you read Sartres being and nothingness?
She said, you precocious five year old,
You have no will to truth.

I woke up last night it was ninty eight,
degrees in the shade.
This is not my life,
The boy in the golden cage.
Plucking exotic birds from Sohhhhhhhhh la Sienne

Seduction is a destiny
Reality a vice.
A coda is a Rhythmic thing
o to la Sienne

Seduction is a destiny
Reality a vice.
A coda is a Rhythmic thing
That ends this endless night.
That ends this endless night.
That ends this endless night.

-anti@lias