Allez, je lance la série « rapid », sans e. Tous les jours trois lignes sur quelqu’un ou quelque chose. La première (déjà lue, si « rapid ») était sur Lynch, normal. Demain : sur Carrère. Des bises. Mais suivez un peu !
Only One Single Life
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 →
Les pentes
Les Pentes Et si tu venais ronronnerDans mes brasContre le vent et les maréesN’oublie pasQue le temps cruel a briséD’autres mâtsNotre heure sera si vite arrivée Il y a des bandes qui s’effacentSous les drapsIl y du jeu dans les espacesSous les doigtsOn meurt seul dans sa carapacePar hasardAvant qu’il soit pour toujours trop tard... 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 →
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 →
Another Planet
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 →
Outdated Nobody knows if you’re wrong or rightWhen you say the world should be differentTo weight your visions you need a time machineYour ambitions and thoughts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 →
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 →
R upture J’imagine qu’au bout d’un moment Ce n’est plus que rupture Et rupture sur rupture ne racommode rien Le corps traverse les toiles En chute libre Filtre sur filtre Image sur image Comme s’attacher à ce qui s’attache déjà Rivet du rivet du rivet Qui s’arrache s’arrache s’arrache Contre une éternelle falaise J’imagine qu’au... Lire la Suite →
The Map of our Days
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 →
Off with their Heads : The Monkey of God
Off with their Heads : The Monkey of God Off with their headsI won’t give it a dime no moreAlone in the street I’m standing on the shoreAnd the next wave comesAnd the next wave is coming for meI’m waiting alone I think for the next taxiTake me on your shoulders sisterPlease share this ride... Lire la Suite →
Fin du ciel
Fin du ciel On est pas reliés pareil aux cieuxJe prends ma guitare à l’enversTa visée vise la terreTes yeux me font pleurerOn n’est pas reliés pareil aux cieuxQuand je veux me taireTu parles pour deux on est pas reliésPareil aux cieuxOn a marché pareil on regardait à deuxJe suis plus bas que terreTa visée... Lire la Suite →
Corona Song : À côté de la plaque
À côté de la plaque
Une petite Corona Song ;)
À côté de la plaque 24/02/21 Vocals and guitar : Sébastien Pellé Copyright : Sébastien Pellé
À côté de la plaque
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
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
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 →
A Little Swing (once again) A little swing babyA little swing dans tonPetit pull marine La baie des landesLa baie des landesEt le pont aux OiseauxA little swing darlingA little swing Au creux de tonMaillot A little dreamA little dream mon chouA little dreamA se marrer Sous l’eauSois pas méchantSois pas méchanteCar on s’enchanteÔ petits... Lire la Suite →
Christopher-Thomas the Saint
Christopher-Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient world This is my doom they say I have to work on it Does the ancient world still believe in me I bet you do I still believe there is no clue If I’m right or wrong Or alive in a tomb This desert is my... Lire la Suite →
Thomas the Saint
Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient worldThis is my doomDoes the ancient world still believe in meI bet you doI still believe there is no clueIf I’m right or wrongOr alive in a tombMy desert my own private landscape I knew a guy he was a cloudHe patronized with a Russian nameBabouchka... Lire la Suite →
Crocodile Tears Blues
Crocodile Tears Blues Because I got those bluesIt doesn’t mean I’m darkLike a contempted moonI’m shining all inside Coal as to be compressedTo become a diamondIt takes couples of yearsTo really find a smile Oh please don’t glow for nothingPlease don’t expand your loveIn this desert of timesYou sould not swim in this poolThere's a... Lire la Suite →
My Hometown Disappeared in my Back
My Hometown Disappeared in my Back The best idea the one I don’t want to embrace When I’m tired to death when I sudden get low And when I feel my face is drowning with the flow Infinity is always slow empty shadow empty burden Under the bridge the time has stopped to make it... Lire la Suite →
She Said
She Said à Julian et Élodie d'après Egon Schiele, Femme assise aux genoux pliés, 1917. She Said she said she was sorry anytime she would goshe said she was lonely in the light of the show how many times did you start to cry in this chamber on your ownhow many times did you have... Lire la Suite →
Tomorrow to be precise !
She Said, released tomorrow I hope 😉
I Quit
I quit I quitI quit for everWhatever you could say is a Watergate to meI quit for realI measure the distanceI quit for real cause I don’t want to be blurred anymoreI'll stop dropping my fishing crock from the shoreThe wind drilled my ears to vertigoYou mean some words are supposed to be said soI... Lire la Suite →
Vertigo (I know)
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 →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 
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