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Une cérémonie dans le cimetière, oui, mais pas des funérailles
Les tombes sont des îles sur un lac de vin
A quoi bon pleurer les morts, ils ne voulaient que bacchanale
Là-bas dans l'ombrage, une fille se prépare à les rejoindre
Infiniment dévouée à son amant blafard
Elle recherche son reflet dans le miroir
Précipite ses astres écarlates
Valse de marbre
Tantôt dans un gris & gras jardin empli de nymphes apathiques
Où il fait bon s'immoler d'une dague romantique
Tantôt en plein coeur du monde, crépusculaire carrousel
Roulant blotti contre elle, l'inaccessible demoiselle
Voici le tourbillon des planètes, valse d'enfer
Valse de pierre, valse de pierre
Valse de pierre
J'arpente ma peur, j'arpente mon désir, ma peur est mon désir
J'arpente Lutèce de la tête aux pieds, à en mourir de fatigue
L'aube est froide & je veux rentrer, je remonte lui murmurer à l'oreille
Le jour se lève sur celle qui ne m'entend guère dans son éveil
Elle m'écrase comme une bête
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Nothing
04:00
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I am stuck in an odd narrow swindle
Lit up by sad white neon rays
Looking through the tiny porthole
Alone with my memories & the space
For you it means nothing
Now in any street I can always feel some parallel truth
Daydreams & flashes & movie scenes they are part of that truth
And I know I'll be stuck in an odd narrow swindle
Lit up by sad white neon rays
Just looking through the tiny porthole
Alone with my memories & the space
For you it means nothing
So what's real? Shall we just read the matter?
Strum your guitar & scratch the crust of things
Yeah what's real? Is History the only measure?
Poetry doesn't need science, science needs wings
For me it means something
Something in a building hall
Something in the angle of a wall
Something in a christmas ball
Is it nothing? I don't think at all
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Elwing
03:31
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Elwing, sweet Elwing, unhostile eyed
Are you recalling, as you're still in the pub
Are you recalling the last 30 minutes
When I was beside you, breathing you?
I came as a stranger, you adopted me quickly
Felt like coming into the blue dome of a willow
I was Jack In The Green, you unmasked me so soon
The more I found me stupid, the more didn't you find me the same?
I wanna sleep with you
Elwing, sweet Elwing, unhostile eyed
Are you waiting, as you're down in the club
Are you waiting for the next 30 minutes
When I am beside you, breathing you ?
I came as a stranger, you adopted me quickly
Felt like coming into the blue dome of a willow
I was Jack In The Green, you unmasked me so soon
The more I found me stupid, the more didn't you find me the same ?
I wanna sleep with you
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Bore You
07:31
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Many hearts flame
But this heart's freezing
I can tell you my flame
Is not a southern kind of feeling
Never ever wanna lie
I'm really not like other people
Welcome wet winds better than still July
Happy things got no soul
I'm so sick downtown
My heart's on the west side of the river
My lights all amber & down
Je fuis souvent la plaine pour les Hauteurs
Never ever wanna lie
The city's so pretty seen from a distance
Welcome wet winds better than words so dry
Silent things make more sense
Sorry love, sorry love
Sorry love, I really don't want to bore you
Caught in an iceberg
Your eyes are closed & your face is smily
Be sure my dear
I won't turn up fucked up to wreck your party
Sorry love, sorry love
Sorry love, I really don't want to bore you
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