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HURRY UP(Sébastien Pellé - Alban Bouquette)nouveau titre de Sébastien Pelléenregistré au Studio d'Azy par Alban Bouquette Hurry up for what is nextGimme a start I’ll do the restWe used to starve for excellencyI might be short on this currency Hurry up for what is leftThis life we’ve dreamt is out of depthThe sky you see’s... Lire la Suite →
To Joane Annie Smith and Richard Paul Ashcroft DRACULA CITY Vocals : Sébastien Pellé Recording and arranging : Alban Bouquette at Studio d'Azy
Sometimes during summer 2020 Vocals : Julian Ferreira and Sébastien Pellé Guitars : Sébastien Pellé Copyright : Richard Ashcroft A Song For The Lovers
A message for you all I’ve got a message for you alland this message is darkthe truth is always blueit’s true it’s always shiningif you don’t see a clueyou’re crawling in a lie oh oh dancer danceron the shore that should have beendancer danceron the shore that should have beenso real the swallows are shiningso... Lire la Suite →
LET There Be Night (It’s so demanding) Because life is much more than nostalgiaBecause life is more than a screenThere’s no projection my dearThere’s just a line mistaken with a spiral Let there be nightSo you can see it’s fakeYou ramble and ramble on at dawnLet there be nightOh my lonely friend There’s no pen... Lire la Suite →
Curren time Are we stuck flat on the EarthIn this chamber we have no keyI mean is there some differencesBetween a stone and meAnd what's about the cordial wreathWe assembled together I light a fire on the shoreAm I included in this shipmentYou see the whale breathingOn the horizon lineI'm gonna swim to the edgeOf... Lire la Suite →
Hurry Times : The Missing Piece What should I say when you say there's no hurryWhen you keep it on your sideWhat should I say when you always postpone meShall I keep it on my side You're not in a hurryYou're not in a hurry to see meAnd social time my loveHas nothing to do... Lire la Suite →
A Lonely Night (pop tune) I spent a lonely night Swimming in my thoughts I was like a dolphin Maybe a cachalot (Oh yes I’m French)I spent a lonely night Upwards to the looming land I spent it half awakened In some old memories And all my dreams were right I just have to dismiss... Lire la Suite →
Windy Day It’s all winding today In the back streets near the cathedral I feel like I got to crawl All my mind chasing for some friend There’s no place in the world Get a coffee and have a rest I feel it’s burning in my chest A memory reset This lonely day grows to... Lire la Suite →
I Wanna Be Sitting in Your Dreams / Rock for Your Cheeks They say life is short On this lifetime rock You have no time to breathe At least last time I checked they were I want an extra time And a seat in your back I want to live it twice There’s no fear... Lire la Suite →
You leave me down to the carpet where you don’t even know I can’t breathe I feel for a moment like I’m a victim of the news You leave me behind without calling back 24 hours after I tried to fix my clumsiness on phone And you don’t know it You just can’t figure out... Lire la Suite →
Little Breeze You wake me up in the morning When I don’t know either I’m blind Or if the sun is growing grind You blow your wind into my nose When I am still an animalKeep me floating into your arms I want to feel I am so light I'm like a starving man in... Lire la Suite →
Outdated Nobody knows if you’re wrong or rightWhen you say the world should be differentTo weight your visions you need a time machineYour ambitions and thoughts trapped in the late 90’s And you often crash on the wall of your own disillusionsTo catch the truth you need a supersonic airplaneTo choose the right word to... Lire la Suite →
21 d’Alban Jacques Bouquette ou Hendrix à Decize 21, comme un cycle lunaire. D’où peut-être l’aspect insaisissable d’un album qui donne envie de devenir critique musical pour tenter d’en exposer le charme et le mystère. Pleins d’une cohérence secrète, les 21 morceaux vous emmènent dans un voyage dont on ne sait pas trop dire comment il a pu... Lire la Suite →
The river blues When I went down by the riverThe old man waved me with a smileIt’s a good day he then told meWished me good luck on the path I’m in I was walking toward the sunStarting to fire the grass field length Along the cows I was walkingThey looked at me with great disregard ... Lire la Suite →
And the Angel Killed the Beast In the late moistened eveningI was sitting on my chairThe air gutted with tobacco When he knocked with his one phalange Now there’s no god on the hillI feel lonely with the beastsShadows come from the woodsWhispering with no names You’re not a free man he saidYou’re a wireless puppetFetch... Lire la Suite →
Un risque à prendre If it ever does existLove is a risk you commit withThere’s no deal there’s no need to fearCause love is fear by itself fear on its ownLa peur n’évite pas le dangerThere’s no safety rule that must not be brokenThere’s no heart that bares to be tighten And you can’t breathe when... Lire la Suite →
Full-Flight Simulator Who you’re talking aboutAnd who you’re talking toWhen it’s gone with the lastWord you said to the aircraft You gonna talk like a clownYou gonna talk for the foolsYou gonna fly in an empty skyYou’re practicing a flight simulatorA full-flight simulator The empty sky the empty nightThe day has come you haven’t sleepThe... Lire la Suite →
Fugitive Muse Hey early birdWhat you doing at my windowDid you know early birdDid you know that she would goShe left some hair on the floorShall I wipe themTell me more early friendShall I wipe them through the doorShall I destroy this place we camped inThis basement ground she escapedBlowing the courtyard behind herFor this... Lire la Suite →
Flesh and Bones Extracted from the middle of nowhereI’m bugging and bugging againCan you see this shadow is not mineCan you hear me talking with this tongue from the skyRuthless and fireI join my hands to pray you to stayCasting the last time we put it on stageI had this fellow clown in my backOh... Lire la Suite →
The Map of our Days I’m from a world I can’t escapeYou know this feelingThe map is drawn into my shapeI can’t believe in This is the map of our daysThis has to be I swearBut I can’t believe inIt’s made of stones and fake desireI can’t believe inIt’s a desire always postponeI stand to... Lire la Suite →
À côté de la plaque
À côté de la plaque 24/02/21 Vocals and guitar : Sébastien Pellé Copyright : Sébastien Pellé
À côté de la plaque Je suis à côtéJuste à côté de la plaqueLes limites de l’espaceEt les limites du temps Un soleil en IraqEt les mille-et-une nuitEt puis du Nord au SudOn bougerait toute la vie Du côté sentimentJe me plante tout le tempsJe devrais faire le contraireDe ce que j’espère J’ai toujours un... Lire la Suite →
Pandora’s Jokes Na na na naOh PandoraNa na na naThis joke againPandora don’t play with my boxI've been immune to your intox I’m not your petI’m not your foolI’m not this kid bullied at schoolNo more rummaging with my tools Don’t spell the wordI stopped this trainRemove those fingers from my sheetsI have no more... Lire la Suite →
Little Swing Ça fait plusieurs jours que je veux te l’écrire : ce que tu as fait du texte est superbe. Je m’en veux presque de ne pas l’avoir senti tout de suite… C’est juste, c’est beau, j’ai l’impression que tu as saisi l’esprit qui palpitait là-dedans, la guitare qui balance le tout est belle,... Lire la Suite →
Miniature Carousel Like a shelter in timeI put the ladder asideI see a split in this pictureThe temptation of nostalgiaI surely climb out of depthOn the next rung I miss a stepYou go in circles spinning in placeIn a miniature carousel Is it a land I can seeThrough the crack in the wallI feel so... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 
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