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Odyssée
04:10
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Immense océan d'acier, électricité
Enormes cieux rubis & au-delà l'immense cité
Une colombe seule tente la traversée
Et moi sur mon radeau, aussi fier & insensé
Amie lève-toi, apprête-toi baby
A fouler le feu du tapis dans tes plus beaux habits
Au rideau de l'opéra notre destin languit
Avez-vous entendu les contes d’Eldamar?
Une fille m'attend au port, de l'autre côté de la mare
Ce que j'ai pris pour des donjons, c'était d'agiles tornades
Qui parmi les ondes brouillées me tendaient une embuscade
Alors continuer, continuer, contre vents & marées
Echouer maintes fois, sans relâche explorer
Au rideau de l'opéra soupire notre destinée
Quand verrai-je les palais, vaincrai-je la terrible mer?
Dans ma tête mille pistes couvrent le bruit du tonnerre
Immense océan d'acier, électricité
Enormes cieux rubis & encore l'immensité
Mourir maintes fois, sans cesse ressusciter
Au feu de l'opéra s'achève cette odyssée
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1999
03:05
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Dirty as the days on the outside
Pure as the morning on the inside
You were at the door ready to try
So coloured your nails blood & black
Learned to be shit & took arms
In the resistance against TV pop crime
Not to be trapped in the slowmud of life
So powdered your nose bluish white
Late century hopeful boy
Who the hell raped your joy
Late century hopeful boy
Who the hell raped your joy
Frustration as a small gal
Half-animal bitchy witchy teen trash
That night you tried to lay her on the sofa
Under melancholy purple suburb skies
You had met in biology class
While balls grow in the neck of rats
Puke pillow, cold dinner you got
Early birds, looped CD at the back
Late century hopeful boy
Who the hell raped your joy
Late century hopeful boy
Who the hell raped your joy
Late century hopeful boy
Who the hell raped your joy
Late century hopeful boy
Who the fuck raped your joy
Late century hopeful boy
Who the hell raped your joy
Late century hopeful boy
Who the fuck raped you boy
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Years In Eternity
03:09
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Everything has an end but I'm glad we knew
The infinite's warmth between our palms
Some years gone, well I'd say won, across the line of no return
Well it's nothing new, I adore you
Yum with tangerine lips & peach leather
That's how you made me boil, you made me melt
Crowned with a copper cascade, silver temper
Oh so precious, had to untie your belt
Everything has an end but I'm glad we knew
The infinite's warmth between our palms
A few years gone, well I'd say won, across the line of no return
Well it's nothing new, I adore you
Who were you, familiar woman in my bed?
I kinda met myself in your killing eye
You could do the same, snoop inside my head
At last we were clever enough to keep high
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Mars From The Vines
05:20
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I saw it years ago in the heat preceeding the slumber
After a hard working day I went to rest against the shire
Layed down on a summit in fragrant wildflowers
Then could feel the distance & the echo of other gloomy hours
(My snail age) then the space web appeared as a spider's
This is when I really saw it for the first time
So far away though closer than ever
From the vines I saw Mars
Huge & unmasked
Replacing the mistress of tides
Blood is its colour, blood is the colour
Of wilderness, wealth & orgy
Madness, violence, conquest
Mars from the vines
2000 years ago, 2000 years away, the heat was even stronger
There was such a glory, stiff men & crimson-souled donnas
I heard brass chinking, saw myself falling under the hourrahs
Since I've returned I feel possessed
Occupied by a larvae
Squatted in my sleep
From uptown I still can see Mars
Branded on my retinas
Even from afar
It's still, still, still in the back of my eyes
Still, still, Mars on the vines
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