The Ballad of Sasha Du Bois

Junket nights,

Rock n Roll and a few cocaine lines

Making joints till the moon break-dance

Why you should remember the look of her eyes?

Blaze eyes, wild as Cheshire, Alice’s Cat in Wonderland

How funny can be the shape of the misty dark?

To be or not be… Hamlet’s laugh ha-ha-ha-ha.

Morning awakening… everything has suddenly gone

You left your cologne on my sheets and bathtub

Hugger-mugger boy, I’ll jab you a knife on the throne

After the murder, Lucky Strike’s man will came from abroad

with a court of decadent servants and their libertine sons

I will be the Queen, so alone, among that entire crazy crowd.

The men called her Miss Sasha Du Bois

She was not French, but had the same chick style

She used to drink cheap champagne and eat red caviar

Among the boulevards, making jokes of another life

Smoked with nozzle fine cigarettes of tobacco and grass.

I’m just the dear-bought night-walker of the town

A fake blonde, cool, blue eye, smart, vain, low-class

Out of my palace made of crystal, softly cold ice

I went to the city looking for a job as courtesan

So beautiful, so pretty, so shining, so bright

As my sisters… Lust, Vice and Desire

I’m a princess from the Kingdom of Trespass.