Algiers – Algiers

I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
He moves where the light won’t go.
A whisper crawling up my spine,
Breathing secrets only shadows know.

He’s watching through my eyes,
He tastes you when I speak.
Every word a sacrament,
Every breath a need.

I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s reaching out for you.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he knows what your body will do.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
Every sin feels pure tonight.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he burns when you hold me tight.

You put your hands round my throat (You put your hands round my throat)
Your breath feels like a holy flame.
You whisper my unholy name —
Now we’re both to blame.

You pull the cord, I come undone,
Wrapped in smoke and skin.
Every mark you leave behind
Lets the darkness in.

I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s reaching out for you.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s breaking me right through.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
Every chain feels soft tonight.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he moans when you hold me tight.

Kneel in the flicker — I can’t breathe.
Pain and rapture, same belief.
Your hands are the altar, I confess —
To love the wound, to crave the test.

I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s clawing his way to you.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he knows the things you do.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And the dark feels holy tonight.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s coming through your light.

Devil In Me

I wrote “DARE DESIRE!” straight from the devil’s mouth, daring the listener to step closer and feel the fire. Every line pulls you in: touch my flame, taste your desire, fall and rise, call out my name. The song is a game of closeness and command, where whispers and ad-libs brush against the ear like a dangerous secret. It’s intimate, hypnotic, and relentless—like the devil himself is leaning in, daring you to surrender.

The journey twists and turns, from fear to exhilaration, from obedience to discovery. The verses lead you through shadowed corridors and flickering flames, teasing with control, coaxing with desire, until the power begins to shift. By the second chorus, you realize the fire isn’t his alone—the flames are yours too. The intimacy becomes a shared power; the devil tempts, but you rise. Every fragmented phrase, every echoing whisper, every rhymed command reinforces this dance of dominance and surrender.

By the end, “DARE DESIRE!” celebrates the thrill of daring, the heat of temptation, and the freedom found in choosing your own path. The devil may have lured you in, but the philosophical outro reveals that liberation comes when you claim your own flame. The song is a playful, seductive, and darkly empowering invitation—an intimate conversation with danger, a dance with desire, and a challenge to rise beyond it!

DARE DESIRE

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As the globalised economy churns in swells ‘neath our feet, suturing us together and tearing us apart, heads angled hellward, we bellow, Algiers!

Algiers is the danse macabre between here and nowhere, movement and stasis, order under hell, and chaos under heaven. The situation is excellent.

Algiers is a band of musicians born in Atlanta, Georgia, the rotten hub of the Ol’ American South, where W.E.B Dubois once saw a riot goin’ on, and where the hell and highwater swirls ‘round to the knees.

Holed up in our perches in London, New York and a small town in France, plague up to our necks, we conjure the dead sound to life.

The click clack of the keyboard brings us to worship. The shrieks of slaves and rebels pummeling through.

Our tongues, twisted in the service of Paul Robeson, Lee Moses, Selda Bağcan, et al, slur a call in the darkness.

Algiers is the experimental gospel noise soul pulp response, slurping Francophilia - Gainsbourg and Dutronc, Saint Just and Fanon, Badiou and Baurdillard - Black Power - Nina Simone, Public Enemy, James Baldwin, Fred Hampton, DJ Premier, and Fela Kuti – and Southern Gothic - William Faulkner, Nick Cave and Flannery O’Connor - into a stew thicker than bourguignon in the Algierian sun.

Algiers is Franklin James Fisher (b. North Carolina, l. NYC) / vocals, guitar, keys, programming, and percussion; Ryan Mahan (b. Georgia, l. London) / vocals, bass and percussion; and Lee Tesche (b. Georgia, l. London) / guitar, vocals, programming, and percussion.

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Algiers

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