textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
rapid adj 1 moving, acting or happening quickly; fast. 2 photog requiring short exposure. noun (usually rapids) a part of a river where the water flows quickly, usually over dangerous, sharply descending rocks. rapidity or rapidness noun. rapidly adverb.ETYMOLOGY: 17c: from Latin rapidus, from rapere to seize. (Chambers Dictionary) Flaubert disait que le littérateur était... Lire la Suite →
rapid adj 1 moving, acting or happening quickly; fast. 2 photog requiring short exposure. noun (usually rapids) a part of a river where the water flows quickly, usually over dangerous, sharply descending rocks. rapidity or rapidness noun. rapidly adverb.ETYMOLOGY: 17c: from Latin rapidus, from rapere to seize. (Chambers Dictionary) Genre il est surfait, même pas... Lire la Suite →
rapid adj 1 moving, acting or happening quickly; fast. 2 photog requiring short exposure. noun (usually rapids) a part of a river where the water flows quickly, usually over dangerous, sharply descending rocks. rapidity or rapidness noun. rapidly adverb.ETYMOLOGY: 17c: from Latin rapidus, from rapere to seize. (Chambers Dictionary) Il y a une chose à... 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 !
Paroles et chant : Sébastien PelléMusique et instruments : Alban Bouquette Sébastien a fait escale au Studio d'Azy et nous livre ici Free Wheel que nous venons de finaliser. La petite dernière... Enjoy! Free Wheel I bet you know another place to go in the skySo many ways down below I’ve lost myself in the... Lire la Suite →
HURRY UP(Sébastien Pellé - Alban Bouquette)nouveau titre de Sébastien Pelléenregistré au Studio d'Azy par Alban Bouquette Hurry up for what is nextGimme a start I’ll do the restWe used to starve for excellencyI might be short on this currency Hurry up for what is leftThis life we’ve dreamt is out of depthThe sky you see’s... 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
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 →
Les Pentes Et si tu venais ronronnerDans mes brasContre le vent et les maréesN’oublie pasQue le temps cruel a briséD’autres mâtsNotre heure sera si vite arrivée Il y a des bandes qui s’effacentSous les drapsIl y du jeu dans les espacesSous les doigtsOn meurt seul dans sa carapacePar hasardAvant qu’il soit pour toujours trop tard... Lire la Suite →
Phoenix NUMBER X It’s done we’re done and we don’t even know whyAt first it was the same wonder why we should fly(On a common wing)Together together and together is just a rhymeThe desert like you say is a shortcut not to fallAll alone down... You weight my silent and yours like a dimeWe have... 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 →
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
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 →
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 →
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 →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 
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