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 →
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 !
10 questions to Keith Richards: Keith Richards, do you think rock’n roll is real? Keith Richards, do you think Keith Richards is real? What could you have been if not Keith Richards? Do you think it’s possible another band like The Stones could exist now? Do you regret anything in this life till now? What... Lire la Suite →
New Born Again I feel relieved because in all nowI don’t wanna get olderAnything that could happen to me nowHas to be registeredAs a point of no gesture I don’t feel cynicalI don’t feel I have to blame the whole worldI just feel like I am doneAnd it’s not from sadness or the whirlOf dementiaAs... Lire la Suite →
To Joane Annie Smith and Richard Paul Ashcroft DRACULA CITY Vocals : Sébastien Pellé Recording and arranging : Alban Bouquette at Studio d'Azy
Sometimes during summer 2020 Vocals : Julian Ferreira and Sébastien Pellé Guitars : Sébastien Pellé Copyright : Richard Ashcroft A Song For The Lovers
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 →
Another Planet
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 →
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 →
Little Breeze You wake me up in the morning When I don’t know either I’m blind Or if the sun is growing grind You blow your wind into my nose When I am still an animalKeep me floating into your arms I want to feel I am so light I'm like a starving man in... 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 →
Flesh and Bones Extracted from the middle of nowhereI’m bugging and bugging againCan you see this shadow is not mineCan you hear me talking with this tongue from the skyRuthless and fireI join my hands to pray you to stayCasting the last time we put it on stageI had this fellow clown in my backOh... Lire la Suite →
Emotions Emotions do keep playingWith this mind of mindSo touchy with goddamnedFarewells Life is a stringStranded upon some nonsense gapLife is droppingNew babies on my laps Given what I’ve gotI must sayI am a lucky manGiven what I triedI must sayI won’t ever forget If you’ve gotOne spared hand in your backYou can just twist... Lire la Suite →
Pandora’s Jokes Na na na naOh PandoraNa na na naThis joke againPandora don’t play with my boxI've been immune to your intox I’m not your petI’m not your foolI’m not this kid bullied at schoolNo more rummaging with my tools Don’t spell the wordI stopped this trainRemove those fingers from my sheetsI have no more... Lire la Suite →
Miniature Carousel Like a shelter in timeI put the ladder asideI see a split in this pictureThe temptation of nostalgiaI surely climb out of depthOn the next rung I miss a stepYou go in circles spinning in placeIn a miniature carousel Is it a land I can seeThrough the crack in the wallI feel so... Lire la Suite →
Capital City And if I play this songIt’s like I'm suddenlyBroken insideI’m sure you seeCause I’m leavingThe capital city I miss one stepTo whereverI was climbingAll my insideIs made of cloudsI have to pickThe next colourThis one is darkThis one is justFull of this light of departure Cause I’m leavingThe capital cityBack to the suburbsBack... Lire la Suite →
Memory Board / Auf Spitzen, 27th of December 20.
Memory Board/Auf Spitzen It’s crock and knees and brooks and tearsIt’s cork and breeze torments and fearsLet us see spikes and kite and knightsRandomly spread out on the sheetKnitted in some curtain of nightCan't see the canvas but bet it’s rottenBugs and woodworms larvae you name itLet us celebrate some invisible tragedyShakespeare was born in... Lire la Suite →
trois versions du même poème/three versions of the same poem/drei Versionen desselben Gedichts Je trouve ça drôle ces traductions en ligne. Celles-ci sont plutôt pas mal, on voit le texte autrement. J’ai été amusé par exemple que le jeu de mots du dernier vers disparaisse au profit d’un sens que je n’avais pas complétement en... Lire la Suite →
Fishermen at Sea Are we still afloat in the wide open seaCan we see one's fellow not too far from one's sightCan you still reach my hand with some accuracyWill your shoulder by mine lean against this long night Under the dark sky let us raise our tempestsWe must be brave together to form a... Lire la Suite →
A Bird in a Cage Can’t Feel the Wind A blossom fall is the measure upA lonely tune is a miseryI can lose myself in a lonely roomI can easily fall off my treesLike a flower in a caveLike a bird in a cage I can’t feel the wind I’ve been waiting for the sun... Lire la Suite →
Christopher-Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient world This is my doom they say I have to work on it Does the ancient world still believe in me I bet you do I still believe there is no clue If I’m right or wrong Or alive in a tomb This desert is my... Lire la Suite →
Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient worldThis is my doomDoes the ancient world still believe in meI bet you doI still believe there is no clueIf I’m right or wrongOr alive in a tombMy desert my own private landscape I knew a guy he was a cloudHe patronized with a Russian nameBabouchka... Lire la Suite →
Crocodile Tears Blues Because I got those bluesIt doesn’t mean I’m darkLike a contempted moonI’m shining all inside Coal as to be compressedTo become a diamondIt takes couples of yearsTo really find a smile Oh please don’t glow for nothingPlease don’t expand your loveIn this desert of timesYou sould not swim in this poolThere's a... Lire la Suite →
A Dream Told Me The sweat has dripped for nothingBut to swamp the sheetsA dream told meI was afraid to meet Furthermore all the shapesOf this demon of yoursLightness as heavy as stoneA dream told meI was stuck to my bone Many stand in the crowdJust one but he traps youAnd he touches with his... Lire la Suite →
My Hometown Disappeared in my Back The best idea the one I don’t want to embrace When I’m tired to death when I sudden get low And when I feel my face is drowning with the flow Infinity is always slow empty shadow empty burden Under the bridge the time has stopped to make it... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 