A Tale for Now I’m walking the ground made of grassIn the distance some chimney harasses cloudsOf unfortunate tales never toldI think we need to be astounded You took two pictures of meYou sent them back for an autopsyBut I don’t read in guts of corpsesI’m just following the harmony But in this shade of... Lire la Suite →
You Were So Cold You were just cold as timesLike a two dimensions picture frameWhen it should have been a bubble or a sphere On an ancient painting you can see the canvasBut you were cold as grief dry like ArizonaWe could see the bones in the words you speakAnd even more in the ones... Lire la Suite →
Those Tears Are Not Mine
Those Tears Are Not Mine I'm seeking in the midnight runI have no religion I'm not looking for funWhat are tracking my feet is a true premonitionI think I've lost my soul in the last wagonLook at theses tears they are not mineNot now not mineLook at these tears they are not mineNot now not... Lire la Suite →
I Like their Joy I like their joyI like the joy of themI don’t know them but I like their joyIt’s not mine and that’s whyI like it so much Could you please stop thinking of yoursThose stories outspreading from your coreCould please sit to the river with meI know some ducks who need A... Lire la Suite →
Some Other Birds
Some Other Birds Some birds they sing right through your headNobody else can hear them singIt’s like a concert no one’s heardUnder the sea under the dreamIt’s like a Pompeii rehearsalAll in your headProvidential Some birds are black on their branchesSome others white in the sun beamI’m like a bird dry my feathersWith an invisible... Lire la Suite →
The Sedge Has Withered (You Speak Alone)
The Sedge Has Withered(You Speak Alone) It’s always a bit of a desertWhen you speak alonePeople chatting in the chamberBut you speak alone Is it your own burialOr is it your birthdayYou speak true no denialBut alone on your way I think I’m a musicianWaiting for a set listI think I’m no patricianTo be elected... Lire la Suite →
I’m Sorry I Have to Dream
I’m Sorry I Have to Dream I’m very sorry I have to dreamIt’s driving me to mistakesI'm ashamed ofTo shout out bound to the stakeBut I don’t care I’m not sorry I need the glittersFull around on the floor of the chamberShoot me right to the heartI'll make no complain at the encounter They don’t... Lire la Suite →
There’s Only Love to Break the Rules
There’s Only Love to Break the Rules In this landscape so flat zero's the new horizonIt’s no win-win to walk this EarthIn this existence programmed from your birth to combustionI'm afraid you're walking the ground with some kind of a permissionIs there a single oneIs there a single beingTo care about I’m looking for a... Lire la Suite →
Happy birthday Richard. You saved my summer, I don’t know how I missed the beautiful songs you wrote those last twenty years, but, thanks to you, I believe in music, rock’n’roll and poetry (again) in this crazy world of slaves to money and then you die. I’m a lucky man I crossed you meanwhile on... Lire la Suite →
I Feel The Crowd Growing Again
I Feel The Crowd Growing Again I stand aliveAt the border of freedomI pass the bridgeI swear nothing has more seldomHappened to me AtaraxyWelcoming meI feel the sun along the roadI will undress close to the seaAnd let my lungs full extensionUntil I cannot see the shore Now that we’re downI feel the crowd growing... Lire la Suite →
I wanna want I wanna wantI wanna feelI wanna feel a breeze on my skinA breeze that’s all I wanna feelA breeze on my skin I sayThe hand of the wind on my armsI wanna driveAnd drive on and drive up againTill the world makes an end This total bargain I wanna seat at this... Lire la Suite →
Those Filthy Roots
Those Filthy Roots Those filthy rootsPull me back downI’m on a roofLooking downwardFor my escapeI'm the captain of a balloonBeyond the pastBecause timeIn this lifeIs a ropeYou must throw awaySo many voicesSo many talksCome through the fogHarassing meI’m in the skyNo scrutinyI’m only shooting blindlyOn the last opportunity And don’t tell me I’m meanCause I’ve... Lire la Suite →
Maybe I Have a Black Soul
Maybe I Have a Black Soul You told me I was differentYou told me I was crazyYou told me I'm amazingYou told me I'm so funny You seem to feel some compassionYou seem to feel some pityYou seem to feel embarrassment For this weird being of me But most of all this restrictionI can see... Lire la Suite →
Come on It’s Circus Time
Come on It's Circus Time I always make the same mistake I doIt’s so easy that you probably toI wanna show what’s inside meTime for the lesson of anatomyTo be naked and totally trueCome on with me it's circus time I wanna be an open bookCan we forget it’s for the foolTo be sincere and... Lire la Suite →
I’m a Poet in Nørrebro I’m a poet in NørrebroYou wouldn’t think any time below the flow I goI cross the OAnd some hashtag you wouldn’t allowOn lineI’m a poet in Nørrebro this street is mineIt’s gonna be sweet breath and limeI’m not eager but for the sublimeNo word’s too big when you wanna define... Lire la Suite →
Lucid love I love you dark and I love you blind And I don’t even know if it’s you or me Coming with the whole world to this mess of harmony But I'm here and you are We’re like rock’n’roll stars I feel like I should keep rooted to the ground Don’t wanna get high... Lire la Suite →
The Rose Tree
The Rose Tree (rock song) I feel like a thousand years of occidental philosophywould crash at my feet and I’d smileI feel like I could break into pieces of glassand barefoot on fire I could defy this critic massI feel like tons of remorse would fall like snow around mewith me not even feeling the... Lire la Suite →
I Didn’t Spend this Day on Earth
I Didn’t Spend this Day on Earth (rock song) à É. Oh yeah I was out of this dayout any boundary cancelled my agendacause all the present time was devouredfrom A to Z by some sweet sorcery(and no Alabama) I didn’t spend this day on Earththere’s an ocean of time from just the day beforeI... Lire la Suite →
She Said
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 →
Tomorrow to be precise !
She Said, released tomorrow I hope 😉
I Quit
I quit I quitI quit for everWhatever you could say is a Watergate to meI quit for realI measure the distanceI quit for real cause I don’t want to be blurred anymoreI'll stop dropping my fishing crock from the shoreThe wind drilled my ears to vertigoYou mean some words are supposed to be said soI... Lire la Suite →
Vertigo (I know)
Vertigo (I know) I am out of depthI’ve been too long walking that roadWhat a miserable pilgrim I picture among you allI can shoot at the sun but I can’t climb a damned staircaseI can't cross through a goddam moleEven if I can spare some timeI would beg on my kneesJust to escape this joke... Lire la Suite →
Tulip Lipstick !
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 →
Red Is The Colour Streaming on streaming downClose to the wallThe sun is burning the floorIt’s kind of a new worldSo fussy dilutedRed is beating I feel like a pageA blank urging to be fulfilledDelusional on the magic rampage Streaming on streaming downSomeone has to shout in the distanceSomeone has to protest in this empty... Lire la Suite →
Life Is Life
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 →
Wine Times
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
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
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 →
out of my life
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
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 →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 