Psycho Beach Nightmare

by TRAUMATISME

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Produced, Composed, Recorded & Performed by
Nicolas "Traumatisme" Tifagne

THIS ALBUM IS TOTAL D.I.Y.
It was recorded at home with nothing more than a guitar,
a bass guitar, old keyboards, a computer
and inexperienced vocal chords with a bad French accent.
Please be very indulgent and open-minded while listening.
If not, please listen to something else and/or go to hell.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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released February 23, 2013

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Track Name: Post Mortem Vacation
I'm staring at the sunlight looking so white and pale
Time is fleeting slowly when you are already dead
Lost in a desert island that is filled with nothingness
I wish I could fall asleep and never wake up again

I'm just another drifter whose sky is crimson red
I'm all dressed up as always with nowhere else to land
The message in my bottle sends an S.O.S.
I cross my fingers to be heard but only silence remains

I'm waiting by the lighthouse for someone to guide me
But nothing is at the horizon but an endless sea
I’m whistling again but nobody is answering
Death feels like a scourge yet it looks so appealing

A thousand shadows take shape in the sand
But none comes to life swept by the wind
I'm digging a hole and I'm smiling
I'm giving it a rest by burying myself

The grim reaper is coming but just seconds away
The hopeful coward I am turns his back on the ashtray
But it is just a matter of time before I drop the curtain
To take my well-deserved post mortem vacation
Track Name: Cruel Scummer
My dear little diary
Would you like a slice of my life
As I'm confined to my bed waiting to blow the candles out
There is a bird of ill omen over my shoulder
That is looking forward to celebrate a long lost season

The sun is shining but I feel so cold inside
Youth happens only once in a lifetime

I'm having a psycho beach nightmare
Trapped in a white straightjacket
Another endless cruel scummer

Every day is like a Sunday turning in decades
Where regrets and guilt keep me tightened by the legs
I have been dreaming of a world where there was no one around
But while I'm wasting my days I am missing all the fun

Won't someone rescue me from my self-made tower?
If you look beyond the trees will you catch my fall?

I'm having a psycho beach nightmare
Trapped in a white straightjacket
Another endless cruel scummer
I'm having a psycho beach nightmare
Sleepwalking in a casket
Another useless cruel scummer

I'm staring at them passing by
They are running scared but I wonder why
They cannot see me through my window shades
Just like I'm not even there

I have been dreaming my life instead of living it
But the dreams have turned sour because frogs don't make princes
I have been counting my hours instead of making my hours count
But when your hours are so long you can't help but see them pass

I can't wait to get old to finish this once for all
But if I ever get there will I be alone?
Track Name: Surfing On A Gravestone
Let me introduce you my best friend
It has no name but lives in my right hand
As it closed its doors it has opened
A brand new world of then unknown games

I lived my fantasies by procuration
Seeing pictures of bodies in motion
Imagining I was inside the screen
I closed my eyes and started to scream

I might just do it once or I might do it twice
It is supposed to be warm but it is as cold as ice
Swimming in trouble waters while flooding in white
I'm fainting in formaldehyde

I'm surfing on a gravestone when I reach the seventh sky
If I sharpen my own bone I might become deaf of blind

Every night the temperature is rising
In the dark when everyone is sleeping
I wake the snake without making a noise
Birds of a feather hide when they die

Within minutes my heart is at full speed
I'm dripping with sweat
Waves are coming after me
I want to sink but when I'm about to explode
The warmness drops as fast as it rose

There is nobody here
There is nobody there
The giant rises up but I don't understand
Why my nasty habits have to stay a secret
How can something so good be so bad?

I'm surfing on a gravestone when I reach the seventh sky
If I sharpen my own bone I might become deaf of blind
I'm surfing on a gravestone when I'm flying high towards the forbidden zone
As my wings begin to fry

They say that if I don't go straight
My dirty soul will burn in hell
But why can't I prevent myself
To do it all over again and again?

I stand in desolation after the earthquake
A short-term effect indeed but somehow I can't wait
To fill the emptiness that is inside me once again
And if this is a sin then I will be damned
Track Name: Deadbeat Relatives
He is the man that commands
With the fist on the table
But he knows he cannot control
The people living in the bottle
Telling him to fill himself
He feeds his disease like a sponge
And he wrings it out upon everyone's eyes
So let's raise our glass to the man
As his grapes have turned to wine

She is the one who does the dishes
Her hands are full of stiches but it's okay
She used to dream of better days
But she stays quiet while wiping the floor
That is wet from her tears
And when she awakes late at night
She does not turn on the lights
The kitchen calls her
And she goes down sleepwalking
Trying to fix the cracks on the walls

And we are all together
Biting the hands or our beloved genitors
One hell of a feast...

Her world is a playground filled with sand
Everybody has a hand in their pocket
Her head is cut but she is still bitching
Complaining and winning about all that she needs
But too much is never enough
Even when times are rough
Everything has a price
When there is a penny on her eye
You never see it twice

And we are all together
Pulling the hair of our foster sister
One hell of a feast...

The tiny minds in the box
Told him to take a little walk by the trees
So he flew high to get there
Meeting shapes in the air near the woods
With floating feet
On his way he reached a greenhouse
With some other butterflies
With flowers in their hair
But there were bars at the windows
So he could not reach the sky

And we are all together
Smoking the brain of our mental elder
And now the middle boy has his revenge
And we are all together
I'm finally getting the attention I deserve
One hell of a feast with my deadbeat relatives

Home is where the heart is and it is finger-licking good
Track Name: Curse Of The Queerwolf
I have built many stone castles
With walls of bricks surrounding me
And as if desperation was not enough
Nature has played a trick on me
I wear my true colors with pride
But I'm the only one to know
I am not raising my flag high
Because I'm an odd against the odds

I have never slept with a teddy bear
I never got the playful eyes
I never threw balls in high school
I just could only play with mine
I never had a taste for lemons
I have always preferred bananas
I'd sink my teeth in tighty-whities
More than in a padded Wonderbra

I'm surrounded by wolves
I'm seeing them everywhere
But I do have my cross to bear
Why do things are so unfair?

I'm growing on frustration
On hunger and obsession
I have been starving for the passion fruit
I feel a full moon rising
My flesh grows out of my skin
But I can't even go berserk out with the dogs

They laugh at me and turn their back but I don't always mind
It is unfortunate but sometimes the view is better from behind
But while they are out having a ball I am having none
So here I am with my duck in the hand
Waiting for an invitation to the promised land

I was the Jestermaster
The Blondie Zombie Rocker
But I'm out of the rainbow while they are all so dummy
I'm not the typi-call boy
I'm not coming from next door
So I'm dancing with myself with the tail between my legs
I bear the curse of the Queerwolf
Track Name: Alien Nation
When you are anonymous and strange
You don't know how to act to socialize
You are ill at ease and out of place
But somehow attracted by the other side
You wish you were somebody else
To drown yourself among the faceless sheeps
In a jungle of monkey brains
Because we are all brothers under the skin

I know I don't belong in the computerized land
There is no way I can like in a world like this
Will they awake before they die?
Everyone looks so asleep in the alien nation

You try so hard to play the game
And pretend you are like anybody else
But while fitting in you are afraid
That they find out what is hidden in the shell
You can't face them with your own eyes
But you are not alone to wear a mask
Everyone is wearing a disguise
We all have a knife hidden behind our back

I know I don't belong in the computerized land
There is no way I can like in a world like this
Will they awake before they die?
Everyone looks so asleep in the alien nation

Sinking in a walkabout
In a sea of noise and silent shouts
Going on with the flow
My rocket ship is sinking low
I can't stand this masquerade
It feels like outer space
Track Name: The Candyman
If I call your name three times
Will you appear before my eyes?

My sugar daddy
Let me sit on your knees
Your magic wand will wipe away my tears
Won't you fill the void that is in my heart?
Show me the milky way
After placing your cherry in my donut

Read me a happy fairy tale
Then take me to my little bed
Your strong and warm arms make me melt
I kiss you goodnight my Candyman

Would you come in my chocolate factory?
There is no sign that says "exit only"
Please be as tender as a butter knife
The entrance might be tight
But it is hunky dory
Your key is right

Won't you please take my tiny hand?
I have won the golden ticket
Let me ride your carousel
My silky cotton Candyman

Would you brush my teeth until they are white and clean
After I have tasted the juicy cream
From the finger-licking cone that is dripping

Make me feel young again
I want to be your child
Take me to wonderland
But don't you take me home just before midnight

C.A.N.D.Y.M.A.N.
That is how I call my Candyman
He is not mine but let's pretend
I give him head until he is dead
Track Name: Good Mourning Skin
When I saw you
There was magic in the air
But time was floating in despair
As I believed
I would never risk the bet to fall in love
Because hearts are fragile toys
Still unopened

Hello?
Where are you gone?
I know you are there but you don't recall
So close yet so far away

It's all over
Before it even began
Will I see you again where you used to go?
I close my eyes
And the only thing I see
Is your hollow arms pulling me from the shadows

Hello?
Where are you gone?
I know you are there but you don't recall
So close yet so far away
I don't know who you are
I can't hear the beating of your heart
Wishing me a good mourning skin

And I'm chasing your phantom in the breeze
Running after another fancy dream
You have vanished into the unknown long ago
And I'm again on my own tonight
I cannot breathe because I know you are somewhere
While I'm climbing inside an empty bed
Track Name: Dark Side Of The Mood
What's the weather like today?

Will the sun rise on my private hell
When I wake up on the wrong side of the bed
I drink some caffeine while I'm knowing
The sword of Damocles is hanging over my head

I'm hiding from the boogeyman
He used to hide under my bed
He is my own worst enemy

When there is mental backup in progress
Do not disturb my room
I put my blinkers on and try to chase
The dark side of the mood

It is all right but it is all wrong
There is a funny bitter taste beneath my tongue
Got marks on the face that no one can see
I need your help yet don't you dare to bother me

When I question my sanity
It replies occasionally
And it is as ugly as it can be

When there is mental backup in progress
Do not disturb my room
I put my blinkers on and try to chase
The dark side of the mood

I have a mind for all seasons

The sky up there is shining bright
But the thunderdome is just in sight
The drums are pounding in my ear
Reminding me my greatest fears
But nevermind it's okay
It does not matter anyway
But just a blink against the wall
And here we go again
Track Name: Skeletons In My Closet
My mind is haunted by the people in the mirror
Making faces to them does not hide the sorrow once for all
There was a time I thought I could have turned my back
But they keep me chained
And they prevent me to live my own life

Sometimes I don't hear them and I wonder if they are really gone
But they never leave
They are in the corner waiting to come back for more
I only wish i could leave them all behind
Before they catch me and bury me six feet under the ground

They are marching like an army
They are here to hunt me down
And I'm tired of fighting

"Come out and play"
The skeletons in my closet
"You can't escape"
The skeletons in my closet
"Give up" they say
The skeletons in my closet
“And join the other side
We have candies”

I'm hearing footsteps on the floor
They are waiting behind the door
Don't make a sound
Don't even move
Just let the silence fill this room
But they get smarter and cleverer and they learn fast
And they begin to know me really well by now
"We are coming out to get you"
Just go away
Track Name: Routine Roulette
I'm on the edge of the gallows every dawn
I got to get up on my feet
I'm still on a cloud while dragging chain and ball
Another soul trapped in the wheels

Life is killing me
And through the light I see
The dark at the end of the tunnel
Pass the gun around
And leave in an empty sound
With one shot of routine roulette

I'm leaving my brain at the door from nine to five
But somehow this is keeping me safe
And it would not matter if you were by my side
Running in circles like slaves

Life is killing me
And through the light I see
The dark at the end of the tunnel
Pass the gun around
And leave in an empty sound
With one shot of routine roulette

Chasing the summer sun and waiting to die
Counting the days and swirling round and around...

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