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Outdated Nobody knows if you’re wrong or rightWhen you say the world should be differentTo weight your visions you need a time machineYour ambitions and thoughts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
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 