textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
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 →
She Said, released tomorrow I hope 😉
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) 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 →
Coloured Plates 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... 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 →
She Said (teaser) It's coming soon, sorry ! Just to cheer me up ! Be nice 🙂
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 →
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 →
Des Forêts des anges (teaser) Et sur Soundcloud, pour écouter le reste... https://soundcloud.com/saintazy/teaser-des-forets-des-anges
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 