Allez, je lance la série « rapid », sans e. Tous les jours trois lignes sur quelqu’un ou quelque chose. La première (déjà lue, si « rapid ») était sur Lynch, normal. Demain : sur Carrère. Des bises. Mais suivez un peu !
Laure a son mot à dire Disons que je crois beaucoup à l’adéquation du fond et de la forme, disait Laure un jour, tandis qu’elle jetait, du haut d'une haute tour, des steaks, pour nourrir les corbeaux, peu de glaçons sans flammes et peu de feu sans nostalgie. Elle continuait ainsi : Qui me prouve,... Lire la Suite →
And the Angel Killed the Beast In the late moistened eveningI was sitting on my chairThe air gutted with tobacco When he knocked with his one phalange Now there’s no god on the hillI feel lonely with the beastsShadows come from the woodsWhispering with no names You’re not a free man he saidYou’re a wireless puppetFetch... Lire la Suite →
Ghosts in Underwear
Ghost In Underwear I'm seeing ghosts in underwearThe wind's battering the shutterOf a single tower windowSometimes I live in a manor in a prison cell of my mindMy lonely prison full of ghostsIn underwear Cause you can't fix everything for lifeThere is no words to keep awayThings that can hurt things that can digBig holes... Lire la Suite →
It’s No Fairy Tale
It's No Fairy Tale Sometimes your face crosses my mind And I’m fifteen year old again I feel Sometimes it’s a shade on your arm Sometimes your hair blows in my headAll the bad thoughts are gone And you know I’m using a lot All the shadows and that deep coal That stuck me glued... 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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 