textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
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 →
She Said, released tomorrow I hope 😉
Tulip Lipstick ! (let's have some fun) I would crawl down so many stairsI would command a pair of wingsto put the right lipstick on your lipsto put it right with my fingers it’s a tulip of lovein the fields of freedomit’s a bucket of spinesin some forgotten kingdom we can cross through the wallswhen... Lire la Suite →
The Saloon of Good Fortune if you can pass the doorthen you are much welcomehave a seat you don’t careabout them overlookhave a sip have a breathand you can feel the pressyou gonna fly soonit’s all demons and furstake a smoke before noon it’s always too late it’s never right in timeit’s like it’s a... Lire la Suite →
Wine Times I’m drinking much of wineIt’s all whispers and spinesGrowing like a shadowAnd some dreams are comingIn such a weird hollow I’m drinking much of wineAll afternoons are mineAnd I drink for nothingBut some epiphanyOr the end of diplomacy You tell me it’s nothing I should complain aboutI’m staring in the sun and the... Lire la Suite →
Mother's Still In The Room I want it greed I want it darkI tell you what I’m a monarchAnd I would desert the kingdomIf you’d ask me forA brand new seldom memory from the past I want we bleed I want we shoutI want you readBack in my mindAnd I would draw flowers in yoursFlowers... Lire la Suite →
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 →
Please, Out of My Life Cause I'm asking very gentlyCould you please get the hell out my lifeSlowly slowly you almost destroyed meCould you please shut the door while leavingI'm just asking very gentlyCould you forget that you know meI'd be delightful not to see you againI would be so grateful not to see you... Lire la Suite →
Summer Part Two I'm waiting for Summer Part TwoWhen people gloom in the street I can't feel no defeatI'm waiting for this moment to comeWhen any sorrow and fear is deadly overdone No announcement it will beSuddenly unpreparedIt will be like a green new seasonIt will be like an orangeAnd the sun playing with a... 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 →
I'm Living On The Edge (for a song to come) I'm living on the edge it's like surfing a ragnobody understand why I'm digging the darknessand everybody laugh like I'm tryingTo let them understand something unknownThat would break the pattern and leave us on a benchbut i am still alive and I count on my... Lire la Suite →
Where Are You In The Heat of Darkness (for a song to come) What did you say when you said that it should be workingI was in my shoe box with nothing to be afraid ofAnd for now you blow out all my head in the skyOver the ceiling over the darkness of my sideI... 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 →
Des forêts des anges Des forêts des anges (juillet 2020) Paroles et musique : Sébastien PelléVoix et guitare : Sébastien Pellé
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 