textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
Sunday Mood When it’s time, it’s time and too late is pretty soon. When excitement has been spoiled with disappointment, it seems there is no way back. Timing is the rule of any creation Timing is the rule of any birth And when you think about it it’s already the end Timing runs the whole... Lire la Suite →
Time is My Friend Time is my friendI’m happy being grieving while I follow its pathI have to say it before it passes awayThis is my pulse I can feelTime is on my side as a lonely friendI finally metTake my hand take my pulseAt the jointure of my wristAnd you can feel my bloodIs... Lire la Suite →
All Measures Counted Down by a Single Compass Sometimes I feel like I’m done with all these thingsThose stories for ever gone I feel like I’m completeThe shadows swallowed by the lightOf true evidencesI feel I’ll never embark at nightThat boat againDesert is not a lonely place you can tell when you knowAll my buddies... Lire la Suite →
Same place Same place but couldn’t find what timeI was there beforeIs it a loop I feel better light is smilingThrough the windowsIt’s a breakfast box made of glassI’m familiar with it’s settled on both sidesOf my sentimental diary bookThe time has passed the day is warmerIt’s like the ice I was walking onCan never... Lire la Suite →
Vite Fait J’invente scènes permanence Pourtant l’ambivalence est un repli d’amour Un bien sombre mensonge oubli du songe Mon inconstance et ma paresse à l’échafaud ! Heureusement que nous avons l’impardonnable
Only One Single Life Hello I’ve been living through the darkSince I was 7 I guessIt was a comic book and the hero was betrayedBy his own generous mind and his lackOf men's mind understanding And then it came to loveI was 9 in a barn that my father ownedAnd this girl I rememberWas coming... Lire la Suite →
I believe I believe time is supposed to bringSome correction to my mistakesTo fill the blank of my unspoken wordsSome air in my brain and some heart warming thoughtsTo weep with a gentle hand the dust I have made On this path of my own I need someone to believe it tooWhen you shout in... Lire la Suite →
All The Way Down I tight my hair or should I let them flowWhen I run to the west in my pearled undercoatAll the frogs and the frog ladies and the froggies fellowAre croaking in the old fashion wayI’m losing my speeches and all the tongues are goneAnd I have no language I crossed many... Lire la Suite →
Confiteor every day leads to a statementwhat did I losewhat am I still praying forthe world is not enoughdid I keep it close enough to my stuffwas I corrupted in my election of godsdid I betray my guts to the fake hands of friends I’ll never know but every dayleads me to wonder if I... Lire la Suite →
high quality life i’m gonna play it cristal clear my words are made of gold but it’s a sliver range they quote i’m looking straight to all those things I love from the other side of the flow don’t make it harder I deserve no fake smile it's a lifetime we walk on Earthwhen the... Lire la Suite →
Curren time Are we stuck flat on the EarthIn this chamber we have no keyI mean is there some differencesBetween a stone and meAnd what's about the cordial wreathWe assembled together I light a fire on the shoreAm I included in this shipmentYou see the whale breathingOn the horizon lineI'm gonna swim to the edgeOf... Lire la Suite →
Hurry Times : The Missing Piece What should I say when you say there's no hurryWhen you keep it on your sideWhat should I say when you always postpone meShall I keep it on my side You're not in a hurryYou're not in a hurry to see meAnd social time my loveHas nothing to do... Lire la Suite →
Behind the Glass I keep staying wonderingIf I’m right or wrongThe world is awaiting for this day to comeWhen you say helloWith a smile that burns my skinYou dance like you’re aloneBehind the glassYou sing like you’re really goneBehind this glass of lime Do you think I could make it trueMaking this poem come to... Lire la Suite →
En silence Alerte. Je suis possédé d’un souffle sans raison ni fin et dont personne absolument ne veut. Es-tu sur la banquise de mon ciel de fin d’août, bouleversant des lettres, en mols émoluments, sur ce fond de nuit chaude ? Je ne porte aucun drapeau, mes solitudes ont leurs couleurs et leur mystère suffisant.... Lire la Suite →
Désir Il faut écrire pour faire la lumière. Menacé par ses éclipses, l'esprit cherche le soleil avec une volonté sans fin. L'invention part d'un secret qui s'éclaire comme en fin de journée. La dignité haïssable, la peur est le grand saut, la force de la pensée, le désir pur.
A Lonely Night (pop tune) I spent a lonely night Swimming in my thoughts I was like a dolphin Maybe a cachalot (Oh yes I’m French)I spent a lonely night Upwards to the looming land I spent it half awakened In some old memories And all my dreams were right I just have to dismiss... Lire la Suite →
It’s written on my face I should leave it to dust And all the people I know I should leave tomorrow It’s not that I don’t love it’s not that I don’t trust All this burden is gold but I just have to go All the beauties I met in random museums Crossing the countryside... Lire la Suite →
Another Planet
Human Heart There’s a place in human heartWhere no one is missingWhere space and time ariseIn a perfect match And this place I knowUnfolds in the early morningWhen the garden welcomesAn unnamed bird singing There is a bend in human handWhere a guitar perfectly fitsIn a familiar shake and completeConfidence with the matter world This... Lire la Suite →
Windy Day It’s all winding today In the back streets near the cathedral I feel like I got to crawl All my mind chasing for some friend There’s no place in the world Get a coffee and have a rest I feel it’s burning in my chest A memory reset This lonely day grows to... Lire la Suite →
I Wanna Be Sitting in Your Dreams / Rock for Your Cheeks They say life is short On this lifetime rock You have no time to breathe At least last time I checked they were I want an extra time And a seat in your back I want to live it twice There’s no fear... Lire la Suite →
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 →
You leave me down to the carpet where you don’t even know I can’t breathe I feel for a moment like I’m a victim of the news You leave me behind without calling back 24 hours after I tried to fix my clumsiness on phone And you don’t know it You just can’t figure out... Lire la Suite →
Outdated Nobody knows if you’re wrong or rightWhen you say the world should be differentTo weight your visions you need a time machineYour ambitions and thoughts trapped in the late 90’s And you often crash on the wall of your own disillusionsTo catch the truth you need a supersonic airplaneTo choose the right word to... Lire la Suite →
21 d’Alban Jacques Bouquette ou Hendrix à Decize 21, comme un cycle lunaire. D’où peut-être l’aspect insaisissable d’un album qui donne envie de devenir critique musical pour tenter d’en exposer le charme et le mystère. Pleins d’une cohérence secrète, les 21 morceaux vous emmènent dans un voyage dont on ne sait pas trop dire comment il a pu... Lire la Suite →
The river blues When I went down by the riverThe old man waved me with a smileIt’s a good day he then told meWished me good luck on the path I’m in I was walking toward the sunStarting to fire the grass field length Along the cows I was walkingThey looked at me with great disregard ... 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 →
Full-Flight Simulator Who you’re talking aboutAnd who you’re talking toWhen it’s gone with the lastWord you said to the aircraft You gonna talk like a clownYou gonna talk for the foolsYou gonna fly in an empty skyYou’re practicing a flight simulatorA full-flight simulator The empty sky the empty nightThe day has come you haven’t sleepThe... Lire la Suite →
This Is How We Jump Because sometimes the reasons we have to love Are the reason why we can’t The two faces of the climb Sometimes don’t fit with each other Sometimes it’s about a second in advance And we fall from the highest cliff endlessly But this is how we jump And we are... Lire la Suite →
Don’t urge don’t stick with emotion Let them paint you in a touch and go kiss Durable but painless bite Durable but paintless print Like a sporadic tatoo
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 