textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
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 →
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 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 →
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 →
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 →
French translation of Thomas Dylan's poem Do not go gentle... N'entre pas sans hargne dans cette bonne nuit on soundlcound : https://soundcloud.com/saintazy/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night-nentre-pas-sans-hargne-dans-cette-bonne-nuit
Traduction intuitive du poème de Dylan Thomas N'entre pas sans hargne dans cette bonne nuit N'entre pas sans hargne dans cette bonne nuit, Que brûle l'ancien temps et sombre en fin du jour ; La rage, la rage contre la lumière qui meurt. Ainsi les hommes sages finissent par savoir que la ténèbre est juste,... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 