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Echappée
04:55
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Mes esprits ont repris le chemin
et tendent de bout en bout à donner la main
à présent que j'oublie à peu près tout.
Je les laisse me conduire jusqu'aux travers
depuis le port des péchés et prendre la mer
avec l'oubli comme garde fou.
Croiser les sirènes en haut des phares
qui hurlent que le temps est avare,
que ma vie ne vaut pas un sou.
Mais qu'un porte le fardeau de tous les miens
pourvu qu'il dise aux autres : "Voyez au loin,
il reviendra un jour auprès de nous".
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Leeway
01:59
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I'm walking on sideways,
yes i am on target.
I wanna be out of space,
the pit is a bitter place.
Let me and stay away
or I will throw the blame back to you
for every little scar on earth.
You know what i can do.
Don't ask to come by your side,
i'm walking on sideways.
Don't want to leave the dog days,
i'm walking on lee side.
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Anonyme anonyme
08:19
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ll aura brisé des chiens de faïence,
flambé des Sybaris d’opales femmes.
Il aura brisé des trains farcis d’âmes,
néons crissant de morales en carence
Il vit des gélules tomber du ciel
du bitume de Judée sur l’idylle.
Il vit des pilules ombrer des villes,
cramer les plumes d’infantiles ailes.
Il gomme les traces de ses pseudos,
émascule l’art crétin égotiste.
Il gomme le la aux crasseux crédos,
minus egos qu’un rien accule en piste.
Il vivra en bel herpès misanthrope,
écartelant ses râles, ses concepts.
Il vivra sous la mitraille des tropes,
martelant son pas sur l’Espèce inepte.
Du Musée Imaginaire, les pieds-bots
l’ont nommé anonyme Anonyme.
Il emporte sa bite et son couteau,
marche pour l’Amour sur les cimes.
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4. |
Contre épreuve
03:21
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Vos visages à l'étalage
s'agglutinent en un camaïeu de chair.
Une palette d'intentions, une foule de vecteurs
dessinant un champ d'inertie.
Un bouclier de clichés déclenchant l'obturation.
Il se peut que tout ceci ne soit pas vrai
et pourtant je peux le sentir à l'intérieur.
Comme une plume qui ne touche jamais terre,
Une onde de choc qui creuse l'âme.
Le reflet et son ombre piègent les corps couverts d'or,
enveloppés de Soi, ils sont prêts pour le défilé.
Des dizaines, des centaines, des milliers.
Fabriqués un à un à la chaine.
Un à un, enchainés.
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5. |
Runaway
06:32
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What am i chasing after ?
Who is running after me ?
I never stop, even asleep.
I run with my eyes wide open,
with always a delay time.
The more i speed up
the more the gap is widening.
Each day i run with outstretched arms,
i am ready to stumble and stand rooted to the spot.
I am ready to tear down the stairs one by one.
Those stairs i was climbing four at a time
without ever looking up to the top
not to lose heart.
Where are the walkers
i've been running after ?
They went down the road which cuts across,
out of the beaten tracks.
I will never meet them again.
They are a long way ahead,
they advance by leaps and bounds.
Running is to flee from what is needed.
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6. |
You
03:03
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I'm afraid of You.
When i look at myself in the mirror,
i know i must break out in two.
You know You should give it up forever.
Don't ask me to forgive You,
i know You won't forgive me either.
Don't pretend to be my God.
I am already a slave.
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7. |
Dislocated lights
06:46
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They fell in here by chance
and the fall never ends up.
Could they never know
how and why ?
Yet they are searching for it
for the longest of times
and doubt remains.
They call for help,
raise their eyes to heavenwards.
But they know that
what they're searching for
is far beyond.
Let's go out with a smile on our faces.
Let's take off the dislocated lights
that hang around Thy neck.
She's choking.
Recite along the rest of possibles,
i'm afraid you forget our strength.
Swell your chest with the protected vows.
I'm afraid we'll have to struggle through her choking.
She's choking.
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8. |
Orage rouge
04:03
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Orage rouge
Les flèches tombent par milliers.
Une pluie de coups de foudre à mes pieds trempés.
Mes doigts qui ruissellent et brillent,
caressent les braises incandescentes
des jets de feu sur la ville.
J'entends le bruit sourd d'une prière exaucée,
une détonation lointaine.
J'entends les silences qui planent sur nos rêves
et bombardent le Réel.
Le cadre tremble.
Je m'endors avant que tout ne s'écroule.
Je cède le sommeil de plomb à la foule
qui me ressemble.
Autour de moi tout est familier.
Maintenant les flèches fourmillent derrière mes yeux.
Un sifflement s'éloigne.
Comme un soulagement, une lumière clignote et se fige tout prêt.
J'ai vu la cible se réveiller.
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9. |
Where i go
04:52
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Where i go
Where i go there is
nothing to gain, nothing to lose.
Nothing to defend, nothing to prove.
Nothing to give, nothing to take.
Where i go there is nothing
and that's what i'm waiting for.
Where i go nobody judges
because everybody is innocent.
Nobody swears because everyone knows
that everybody tells the truth.
Where i go there is nothing
and that's what i'm waiting for.
Where i go there is everything,
everything i don't know.
Everything i already know yet.
Everybody will come with me
because nothing never dies.
There will never be a last time,
there is no first try.
All that exist has already existed.
Where i go, i already been there.
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10. |
Holy sins (with Jarboe)
07:43
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You can forgive my passion.
Then if you do succeed, i would be dead.
Please whisper to me the screams of my holy sins.
For i stay where i belong, for a long stay.
Now You can burn the hours away and dig my tomb.
Forsake my soul, let me survey.
I won't complain, i came into play.
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