textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
Can You Hear Me I feel free I'm deliveredBut still I've a stone rambling on in my sackWhat does it meanShould I stay quiet If I am not a Saint am I allowed to talkTo anyoneI have no seeblingTo anyone who trust meI have no friend Let's talk about the stoneLet's talk what it is... Lire la Suite →
It’s All Coming Down It’s all coming downBut we can dig this spaceIt’s all coming downI feel there is some graceIt’s all coming downTo be deprived from your coreIt’s all coming downI believe we want more It’s all coming downBut we also want the sameIt’s all coming downAre we the ones to blameIt’s all coming... Lire la Suite →
On Est Mieux Après Eh bien tu vas m'élider tout çaQue veux-tu bout de chandelleOn se passe de la virguleOh oui Céline encore une foisJe sais pas j'éludeLes questionsSurtout les embarrassantes Je vais faire du catimini un artEt là tu as hésitéÇa (me) suffitComme dit Jean-Jacques sur sa porteIl a de la chance il eût... Lire la Suite →
Pendule éteint J’ai tous les paysages j’ai tous les êtres Je ferme les yeux ils apparaissent Je ne veux jamais être vieux Donnez-moi du désert L’étendue pacifique O rien que l’étendue Le bonheur est d’un deplié L’espace insoupçonné J’applaudis aux spectacles Je suis vrillé par des échos Que je ne sais pas reconnaître Mais qui... Lire la Suite →
The Leather Scale On the leather scale I would drop my jacket in the river On the leaher scale I would drop my skin and no horizon Nothing to expect I dropped myself And humanity is just an audience Ready to clap But most of all is just ready to blame I’m like a glove... Lire la Suite →
Plumed in the Distance /Life is Breakfast Life is breakfast I could extend this moment to the end of my life Grapes are my thoughts pumping on the table and rolling to the edge Can you think of a more cheerful and heartwarming present than a plate of scrambled eggs Slow movement for a scene... Lire la Suite →
The Bridge If you walk by the bridge like you walk in the air The sky as a mirror to the river flowing belowTerrors and joys are merging in the whirl And there is no colour though they’re all in the spinDo not name anything if you still want to breath Do not count your... Lire la Suite →
Drooling In The Dark (Ouroboros) Fortunately a comet has no consciousness of itselfI’m drilling in the dark like a wormAnd I expect no light at the endMy head is full my body collapsedWhen I walk I feel like I’m not moving further at allIs it a bar or a hotel and the rain in the... Lire la Suite →
Sorry (Courtesy) Sorry but I don’t live in this world I know it sounds like a courtesy But I’m not saying so you excuse me I’m far beyond all apologies Spiders on wall are just a game Mine is darker than any angel That felt from the sky I feel ashame cause I am no... Lire la Suite →
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 →
I’m the Devil I’m the DevilI’m the Devil in chargeI wouldn’t bet on me if I were a gamerI would make it aroundPretending nothing happened And I wouldn’t talk to this guyLife is disharmony I have no friend and I feel I don’t need anyoneI’m a betrayerI smell like sulphur when I’m talking of loveWhat... Lire la Suite →
The Deer Black crows aligning on the single wire in the skyAt ten feet from the ground on the open field white and blue in the nightAnd a lonely barn big holes in the roof let the snow fall insideStands in the window in the yellow moonlightFootprints on the path which forces them to faceFrom... Lire la Suite →
Sleeping On (edited 😉 ) I was looking at a starSaying to myself and maybe to itI know that you exist I was trapped it was a holeNo wonder about that I was swallowedAt the most If you ask me I was there like I’d never beenThat was allMe myself stupid thing and the star... Lire la Suite →
Top of the Street I sit on the edgeWaiting for it to goSit on the edgeFor her to blowSitting at the windowI sit at the top of the streetYou can go you go And I don't really careLook at me sitting in the airLook at me I can blow like the windSit at the doors... Lire la Suite →
Colony Are we living in a colonyAre all those walls infinityAre we climbing a plane surfaceIs it a mask stuck on your faceI feel my fingers stickingMy coffee dropped on the tableAll the circles are leaningTo this place exactly I feel unstableAre those people walking in lineAm I abused by the sun that blinds meMy... Lire la Suite →
Life Is Life life is lifeit’s all that matters bro'you feel you drown into butterit’s all that social matter and all cause life is life brotherit’s up to youif you can see it allit’s shining behind the skybehind the strip and this boredom of yours it’s not always blue and most certainly unkindit’s life and... Lire la Suite →
Haiku urbain
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 →
THE GUY (and no more) I'm usually the guy no one cares aboutYou always keep the distance but you don't know whyIf it's you or it's them that don't care and flyAnywhere but as soon you've been giving the blue to the whole audience But they come anyhow and they ring on the phoneThey won't... Lire la Suite →
She Said She said she was sorryshe said for her it was time to sleepshe said she was lonelyshe said she was a star and she did know whyand the time to holdand the time to hold her she said she had to goand he climbs in a holeand he shouts vertigolet the flag return... Lire la Suite →
Baudelairian Mood I am drinking my bloodIn the old private barCandies and sugarDrove me apartThe living and the dead I need a pipe and a strawTo drink it directlyFrom the veinsAnd feel the last dropAs a solid conclusionA little stone of truth I pull myself up but it’s not meDoing the job for a reconstructionPlaying... 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 →
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 →
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jet de pierre c'est le roc dans ma main qui m'arrachait la peauje l'ai lancé si fort dans le vide et l'espoirque des lambeaux de paume en sont partis de moije l'ai lancé si dur dans les étoiles blanchesque ma main s'est perdue là au-dessus des toits je lance ma misère à force redoubléede refrains... Lire la Suite →
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French translation of Thomas Dylan's poem Do not go gentle... N'entre pas sans hargne dans cette bonne nuit on soundlcound : https://soundcloud.com/saintazy/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night-nentre-pas-sans-hargne-dans-cette-bonne-nuit
Le 24 Octobre 18, Copenhague.
Le 24 Octobre 18, Copenhague.
Le 19 Octobre 18, Copenhague.
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 