Lilac Cube

That day’s edition of the “JAHAD” featured a seven-column title: “ALLAH WILL PUNISH THOSE WHO CURSE”, under which the Lilac Cube picture appeared, with the fascinating Charlotte in the foreground. This was the first time they hit the headlines. They were not very famous, but they would not never wanted such a publicity. As a result, their concerts were subject to strict police checks: at the entrance, we were searched, and ten bodyguards stood between the audience and the stage. Not far from me, in the first rows, I noticed a bunch of North Africans. This didn’t surprise me, because despite the JAHAD’s condemnation of their last song, some of them still supported the band. I was totally wrong. One hour into the concert, they started playing “Over” among the excited screams of the audience. Stevenson and Clay with his clarinet were alone on the stage; then Sonny had emerged from a cloud of thick smoke and had started playing an obsessive bass line. In its live version, Over’s instrumental intro sounded even more intense. Charlotte had appeared only a few moments before she began to sing. She was wearing a lilac satin and silk vestal that went down to her feet. Her long, smooth, silver grey hair reached to the middle of her back. She held the microphone with both hands, showing her nails varnished in violet.
Questions with no answer at all
are turning turning in my head
over and over and over again
over and over and over again
I don’t believe in a God
that will save us me and you
I don’t believe in a God
that makes us fight that make us fight
Her voice was accompanied by the sound of Clay’s gentle clarinet and by Sonny’s bass guitar. Then, we heard an explosion. Suddenly, Sonny went down on his knees and then fell on the floor, face down…

Over

I’m all alone in my room
I’m all alone with my thoughts
I’m all alone in my sleeping room
I’m all alone with my choice
what I can really understand
Is nothing for me
nothing for me
Can be the faith the answer
Cannot be the only hope
What I can really do
What I can really choose
Nothing for me
Nothing for me

Questions with no answer at all
turning turning in my head
over and over and over again
over and over and over again
I don’t believe in a God
that will save us me and you
I don’t believe in a God
that make us fight (that make us fight)

This is the only thing I want
please make me understand
This is the only thing that I
Wanted to understand
Why am I here Why am I here
Why am I here Why am I here
Can be the faith the a-answer
Can’t be the only way
Logic is what I really can
Clearly understand
I can do everything
But I can go nowhere
What I can really do
What I can really choose
Nothing for me
Nothing for me