L’écuelle et la tortue (remerciements)

L'écuelle et la tortue (remerciements) que reste-t-il de cette journée ?j’ai lu les journaux, très rapide, Biélorussie, Loukachenko, des fleurs données aux policiersje vais boire un café noir pour compléter celui au laitj’ai déjà chaud, c’est la moiteur de cette fin d’été, on est le 16 et je dis fin : il en reste plus d’un moisnous... Lire la Suite →

https://youtu.be/Bu7ComF1S0Q All my dreams The lights are always on red The radio man sits on one item I turn around and I see your face That reminds me of you The blossom comes, it quickly grows Those animals, they soon get old And nature finds a way to take it home Whoever you are I... Lire la Suite →

The Saloon of Good Fortune

The Saloon of Good Fortune if you can pass the doorthen you are much welcomehave a seat you don’t careabout them overlookhave a sip have a breathand you can feel the pressyou gonna fly soonit’s all demons and furstake a smoke before noon it’s always too late it’s never right in timeit’s like it’s a... Lire la Suite →

Wine Times

Wine Times I’m drinking much of wineIt’s all whispers and spinesGrowing like a shadowAnd some dreams are comingIn such a weird hollow I’m drinking much of wineAll afternoons are mineAnd I drink for nothingBut some epiphanyOr the end of diplomacy You tell me it’s nothing I should complain aboutI’m staring in the sun and the... Lire la Suite →

Mother’s Still In The Room

Mother's Still In The Room I want it greed I want it darkI tell you what I’m a monarchAnd I would desert the kingdomIf you’d ask me forA brand new seldom memory from the past I want we bleed I want we shoutI want you readBack in my mindAnd I would draw flowers in yoursFlowers... Lire la Suite →

Folk Song About Time With No Love

Folk Song About Time With No Love It's like the time is passing by from one to four almost every afternoonIn a thick and slow stream of glueI wonder if there is a clueTo open this door of emptiness and move in a slide to the unknown face of the moonTo burst the goddam balloon... Lire la Suite →

out of my life

Please, Out of My Life Cause I'm asking very gentlyCould you please get the hell out my lifeSlowly slowly you almost destroyed meCould you please shut the door while leavingI'm just asking very gentlyCould you forget that you know meI'd be delightful not to see you againI would be so grateful not to see you... Lire la Suite →

Summer Part Two

Summer Part Two I'm waiting for Summer Part TwoWhen people gloom in the street I can't feel no defeatI'm waiting for this moment to comeWhen any sorrow and fear is deadly overdone No announcement it will beSuddenly unpreparedIt will be like a green new seasonIt will be like an orangeAnd the sun playing with a... Lire la Suite →

THE GUY (and no more)

THE GUY (and no more) I'm usually the guy no one cares aboutYou always keep the distance but you don't know whyIf it's you or it's them that don't care and flyAnywhere but as soon you've been giving the blue to the whole audience But they come anyhow and they ring on the phoneThey won't... Lire la Suite →

Capuche / rap #2

Capuche / rap #2 Yeah la capuche ça veut direque le monde est agressifça veut dire que j'ai peurque je veux coller à mes tifsc'est ma capsule mon bunkeril a bien eu douze ans Luciferpasse le temps sonnent les heuresle compte-à-rebours est régressifaprès la peine vient la peineje suis étanche à perdre haleinemoi au moins... Lire la Suite →

On s’en empare

On s'en empare Je tiens le siège je n'étonne plus personneavec mes murs en liège et mon pack de Tuborgj'ai jamais vraiment su grandirje prolonge ma crise d'acétoneet dans un coup de sang un soir j'ai fait brûler Babyloneje fais le chaud le long des ports je me pends au cou des émirsdemain le monde... Lire la Suite →

She Said

She Said She said she was sorryshe said for her it was time to sleepshe said she was lonelyshe said she was a star and she did know whyand the time to holdand the time to hold her she said she had to goand he climbs in a holeand he shouts vertigolet the flag return... Lire la Suite →

Au fil de l’eau

Je préfère passer ma soirée avec un cerveau de 16 ans qu'avec un type de 50 qui n'en a pas. C'est d'ailleurs ce qu'on faisait avec moi quand j'avais 16 ans : on me causait et on me laissait causer pendant des heures sur : l'Art, la Littérature, les Filles, Dieu, la Musique. Et d'autres... Lire la Suite →

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