Étiquette : Folk Songs

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

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 →

A Tale for Now I’m walking the ground made of grassIn the distance some chimney harasses cloudsOf unfortunate tales never toldI think we need to be astounded You took two pictures of meYou sent them back for an autopsyBut I don’t read in guts of corpsesI’m just following the harmony But in this shade of... Lire la Suite →

You Were So Cold You were just cold as timesLike a two dimensions picture frameWhen it should have been a bubble or a sphere On an ancient painting you can see the canvasBut you were cold as grief dry like ArizonaWe could see the bones in the words you speakAnd even more in the ones... Lire la Suite →

Those Tears Are Not Mine

Those Tears Are Not Mine I'm seeking in the midnight runI have no religion I'm not looking for funWhat are tracking my feet is a true premonitionI think I've lost my soul in the last wagonLook at theses tears they are not mineNot now not mineLook at these tears they are not mineNot now not... Lire la Suite →

I Like their Joy I like their joyI like the joy of themI don’t know them but I like their joyIt’s not mine and that’s whyI like it so much Could you please stop thinking of yoursThose stories outspreading from your coreCould please sit to the river with meI know some ducks who need A... Lire la Suite →

Some Other Birds

Some Other Birds Some birds they sing right through your headNobody else can hear them singIt’s like a concert no one’s heardUnder the sea under the dreamIt’s like a Pompeii rehearsalAll in your headProvidential Some birds are black on their branchesSome others white in the sun beamI’m like a bird dry my feathersWith an invisible... Lire la Suite →

The Sedge Has Withered (You Speak Alone)

The Sedge Has Withered(You Speak Alone) It’s always a bit of a desertWhen you speak alonePeople chatting in the chamberBut you speak alone Is it your own burialOr is it your birthdayYou speak true no denialBut alone on your way I think I’m a musicianWaiting for a set listI think I’m no patricianTo be elected... Lire la Suite →

I’m Sorry I Have to Dream

I’m Sorry I Have to Dream I’m very sorry I have to dreamIt’s driving me to mistakesI'm ashamed ofTo shout out bound to the stakeBut I don’t care I’m not sorry I need the glittersFull around on the floor of the chamberShoot me right to the heartI'll make no complain at the encounter They don’t... Lire la Suite →

There’s Only Love to Break the Rules

There’s Only Love to Break the Rules In this landscape so flat zero's the new horizonIt’s no win-win to walk this EarthIn this existence programmed from your birth to combustionI'm afraid you're walking the ground with some kind of a permissionIs there a single oneIs there a single beingTo care about I’m looking for a... Lire la Suite →

Happy birthday Richard. You saved my summer, I don’t know how I missed the beautiful songs you wrote those last twenty years, but, thanks to you, I believe in music, rock’n’roll and poetry (again) in this crazy world of slaves to money and then you die. I’m a lucky man I crossed you meanwhile on... Lire la Suite →

I Feel The Crowd Growing Again

I Feel The Crowd Growing Again I stand aliveAt the border of freedomI pass the bridgeI swear nothing has more seldomHappened to me AtaraxyWelcoming meI feel the sun along the roadI will undress close to the seaAnd let my lungs full extensionUntil I cannot see the shore Now that we’re downI feel the crowd growing... Lire la Suite →

I wanna want I wanna wantI wanna feelI wanna feel a breeze on my skinA breeze that’s all I wanna feelA breeze on my skin I sayThe hand of the wind on my armsI wanna driveAnd drive on and drive up againTill the world makes an end This total bargain I wanna seat at this... Lire la Suite →

Those Filthy Roots

Those Filthy Roots Those filthy rootsPull me back downI’m on a roofLooking downwardFor my escapeI'm the captain of a balloonBeyond the pastBecause timeIn this lifeIs a ropeYou must throw awaySo many voicesSo many talksCome through the fogHarassing meI’m in the skyNo scrutinyI’m only shooting blindlyOn the last opportunity And don’t tell me I’m meanCause I’ve... Lire la Suite →

I’m a Poet in Nørrebro I’m a poet in NørrebroYou wouldn’t think any time below the flow I goI cross the OAnd some hashtag you wouldn’t allowOn lineI’m a poet in Nørrebro this street is mineIt’s gonna be sweet breath and limeI’m not eager but for the sublimeNo word’s too big when you wanna define... 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

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 →

I Didn’t Spend this Day on Earth

I Didn’t Spend this Day on Earth (rock song) à É. Oh yeah I was out of this dayout any boundary cancelled my agendacause all the present time was devouredfrom A to Z by some sweet sorcery(and no Alabama) I didn’t spend this day on Earththere’s an ocean of time from just the day beforeI... 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 →

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 →

Coloured Plates

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 →

Blue Is More Than Blue

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 →

The Saloon of Good Fortune

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 →

Folk Song About Time With No Love

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 →

SAX (VI)

VI SAX Chrysta / Tribute to Chrystabell Je réapprends à être lent c'était quand la dernièrefois que je me suis arrêté sans sentirque j'allais mourirque j'étais mortdéjà cent foisC'était quand je ne sais pasMais c'était avant toi C'était avant que tu ne daigneset je repars dans ma rengainequand il faudrait que je dégaine même très... Lire la Suite →

Chrysta (The Rising Fall Cover)

Chrysta (The Rising Fall Cover) 10 people, from different places in the world... most of them usually speak French... but also Danish, Estonian, Russian, Indonesian and... English... they gently accepted to read a text for me... something written for an American singer... they sent the recordings back to me, pretty soon, less than 2 weeks... Lire la Suite →

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