textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
Only One Single Life Hello I’ve been living through the darkSince I was 7 I guessIt was a comic book and the hero was betrayedBy his own generous mind and his lackOf men's mind understanding And then it came to loveI was 9 in a barn that my father ownedAnd this girl I rememberWas coming... Lire la Suite →
I believe I believe time is supposed to bringSome correction to my mistakesTo fill the blank of my unspoken wordsSome air in my brain and some heart warming thoughtsTo weep with a gentle hand the dust I have made On this path of my own I need someone to believe it tooWhen you shout in... Lire la Suite →
Confiteor every day leads to a statementwhat did I losewhat am I still praying forthe world is not enoughdid I keep it close enough to my stuffwas I corrupted in my election of godsdid I betray my guts to the fake hands of friends I’ll never know but every dayleads me to wonder if I... Lire la Suite →
Behind the Glass I keep staying wonderingIf I’m right or wrongThe world is awaiting for this day to comeWhen you say helloWith a smile that burns my skinYou dance like you’re aloneBehind the glassYou sing like you’re really goneBehind this glass of lime Do you think I could make it trueMaking this poem come to... 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 →
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 →
Emotions Emotions do keep playingWith this mind of mindSo touchy with goddamnedFarewells Life is a stringStranded upon some nonsense gapLife is droppingNew babies on my laps Given what I’ve gotI must sayI am a lucky manGiven what I triedI must sayI won’t ever forget If you’ve gotOne spared hand in your backYou can just twist... 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 →
Maybe I Have a Black Soul You told me I was differentYou told me I was crazyYou told me I'm amazingYou told me I'm so funny You seem to feel some compassionYou seem to feel some pityYou seem to feel embarrassment For this weird being of me But most of all this restrictionI can see... Lire la Suite →
Come on It's Circus Time I always make the same mistake I doIt’s so easy that you probably toI wanna show what’s inside meTime for the lesson of anatomyTo be naked and totally trueCome on with me it's circus time I wanna be an open bookCan we forget it’s for the foolTo be sincere and... Lire la Suite →
Lucid love I love you dark and I love you blind And I don’t even know if it’s you or me Coming with the whole world to this mess of harmony But I'm here and you are We’re like rock’n’roll stars I feel like I should keep rooted to the ground Don’t wanna get high... Lire la Suite →
The Rose Tree (rock song) I feel like a thousand years of occidental philosophywould crash at my feet and I’d smileI feel like I could break into pieces of glassand barefoot on fire I could defy this critic massI feel like tons of remorse would fall like snow around mewith me not even feeling the... Lire la Suite →
She Said, released tomorrow I hope 😉
Vertigo (I know) I am out of depthI’ve been too long walking that roadWhat a miserable pilgrim I picture among you allI can shoot at the sun but I can’t climb a damned staircaseI can't cross through a goddam moleEven if I can spare some timeI would beg on my kneesJust to escape this joke... Lire la Suite →
Tulip Lipstick ! (let's have some fun) I would crawl down so many stairsI would command a pair of wingsto put the right lipstick on your lipsto put it right with my fingers it’s a tulip of lovein the fields of freedomit’s a bucket of spinesin some forgotten kingdom we can cross through the wallswhen... Lire la Suite →
Green Eyed Monster I should be green No moleskin Ever comparesTo this snake leather skirt of yoursNo pleasure is guiltyIn my green outfitI should be green and walk around On razor bladesAnd draw this smile with my own handDigging this hole with my own spadeOh the green eyed monster is laughing Luring decay above his... Lire la Suite →
Red Is The Colour Streaming on streaming downClose to the wallThe sun is burning the floorIt’s kind of a new worldSo fussy dilutedRed is beating I feel like a pageA blank urging to be fulfilledDelusional on the magic rampage Streaming on streaming downSomeone has to shout in the distanceSomeone has to protest in this empty... Lire la Suite →
Blue Is More Than Blue I can swim at night among them gigantic ice cubesI can undress some goddess at the top of a mountain of truthand in each of my smiles I could offer infinityI could disguise all the drama at the bottom of a cup of tea I’m a princeI’m a devilI’m a... Lire la Suite →
Life Is Life life is lifeit’s all that matters bro'you feel you drown into butterit’s all that social matter and all cause life is life brotherit’s up to youif you can see it allit’s shining behind the skybehind the strip and this boredom of yours it’s not always blue and most certainly unkindit’s life and... Lire la Suite →
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 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 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 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 →
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) 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 →
I'm Living On The Edge (for a song to come) I'm living on the edge it's like surfing a ragnobody understand why I'm digging the darknessand everybody laugh like I'm tryingTo let them understand something unknownThat would break the pattern and leave us on a benchbut i am still alive and I count on my... Lire la Suite →
Where Are You In The Heat of Darkness (for a song to come) What did you say when you said that it should be workingI was in my shoe box with nothing to be afraid ofAnd for now you blow out all my head in the skyOver the ceiling over the darkness of my sideI... Lire la Suite →
Des forêts des anges Des forêts des anges (juillet 2020) Paroles et musique : Sébastien PelléVoix et guitare : Sébastien Pellé
Des forêts des anges https://soundcloud.com/saintazy/des-fore-ts-des-anges Des forêts des anges, Copenhague, 6 juillet 2020.
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 