Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times
textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
I Live like a Dog I live like a dogAny bunch I find is making my dodge yea-ah I feel so fineI feel so freeI live like a dog would you join me oh yea-ahOh leave the paper workAnytime anytime anytime let's do it I run like a houndI make my playground from any wood... Lire la Suite →
The Night Is Coming Down The Night is Coming Slowly coming down And the whole bar is waiting for something to come And everybody feels the same Where should I go who should I blame Everybody is feeling the same A bunch of sex For a ticket to love All alcohols can make it right... Lire la Suite →
Black Screen Yeah can we talk to anybodyThe joke is dead you don’t get itCan we talk to anybodyI’m not sure we can understand CopenhagenIt’s a terrasseThe virus stands in the backgroundAsked a lighterSaid she was safe but washed her handsA friend of hers you can’t be sureSo you’re the sensible oneYou think I am... Lire la Suite →
Faster than the Sun I was in my room with the sunClose to sleep I was there waiting for some good newsSometimes the time you go homeThe miracle is goneI spent a week in the starting-blocks But I heard no gun shotThe miracle was gone I thought we needed some extensionBut echoes were flattened fasterThan... Lire la Suite →
Are You Blind or Cruel It's 2020 and you text meAm I lucky or unluckyIt's been a while but you don't careCause you miss meEnough for you with courtesyBut the clock just said you're wrongThere's no second chances for second premises It's always the same storyIt's only pain that brings us downIt's always the same... Lire la Suite →
Top of the Street I sit on the edgeWaiting for it to goSit on the edgeFor her to blowSitting at the windowI sit at the top of the streetYou can go you go And I don't really careLook at me sitting in the airLook at me I can blow like the windSit at the doors... Lire la Suite →
Teasy Morning Teasy morning nothing is left about last nightTeasy morning all the shadows from yesterday are back to fightWere they waiting under the bed like a sustainWhat a weard way to make an entry into life again All this space and all this time what do I careThe day is wide like an empty... Lire la Suite →
A Simple Man If I can get some booze and some albumI can make it run and run and runI can make it run from dusk to dawnI just can make it on my own But of course you can talk to meThink I’m a prince of courtesyBut you won’t get any answerI’m stuck down... Lire la Suite →
Desire You play the ball behind the lineYou hesitate to play it slideBut in your core you want it deepYou play the line to reach for more You play it at the verticalityComing from above you make it sharpCuting the line you fight against the atrocityOf being flat a butterfly stuck on the sheet Everyone... Lire la Suite →
There's no Magic in this World Oh I was very closeEmbracing the sunMore than Icarus's doneBut then it's gone There's no magic in this worldThere's no poetryAll that mysteryIs just in my head The door is closeThere's nothing left in that boxSadness aroseAnd then anger and then intoxWhen you walk on a wireDon't look downDon't... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 