Ennui

I was born with bad blood From a mad mother’s genes My moody teens ruined By contempt and disdain I took refuge in boredom Old books and the dead Listened out the slow rain In a red satin bed


Death swallowed the father I’d rather forget My mother’s pet toy-boy Used nail varnish on a rat I visited brothels A rebel a punk Found no pleasure in women Used junk and got drunk


A dandy and aesthete Syphilitic neurotic I kept to myself And read Poe in the attic I was born with bad genes All my teens kept apart In a big empty chateau As cold as my heart


In my solitary sex I played virtuoso Bored with back rooms and bars Brothels and bordellos I burned money so fast My past went up in smoke I used up my assets before I went broke I moved out to Fontenay to be alone with myself On a blue misty day and put my looks on the shelf With rare books and my past As the last of my line


And I reinvented my madness With a deep ruby shine


I was born with bad blood From a mad mother’s genes My moody teens ruined By contempt and disdain


I built a house like a ship With a green light and a red And drank absinthe and pastis In a red satin bed