textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
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 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 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) 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 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 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 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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Red Is The Colour Streaming on streaming downClose to the wallThe sun is burning the floorIt’s kind of a new worldSo fussy dilutedRed is beating I feel like a pageA blank urging to be fulfilledDelusional on the magic rampage Streaming on streaming downSomeone has to shout in the distanceSomeone has to protest in this empty... Lire la Suite →
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 later I had a dozen...... Lire la Suite →
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 →
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 I had a dozen... from... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 