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Child O'The Ocean
04:53
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Down on the streets of cold steel & screens
Of prozac
With your own sweets you forget the strip
You trip back
To your 8th life on a galleon
By sirens' hug drowned
Pearl faced & short breathed
Long light haired's
The wise child o' the Ocean
You wander among phoney holograms
You wonder
Why you want her although she is programmed
She can't yearn
For an eel kid with an old soul
For underseatadels
Short breath & sharp brain
Long bright hair
The wild child o' the Ocean
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Planet Blues
05:19
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A home to beg, a hole to dig
Can't remember when we messed up things
Saturation of distraction
It is really true we are surfing
We're sliding on the surface of things
At some point we forget to dive, don't we?
At some point we forget
Here's to this gorgeous land
They try to bring to the knees
Fuckers cannot be more blind
From Redwood to Giant's Causeway
South sands to Rivendell
I pledge my love to the wild
I wanna travel light, I wanna live free
Too much material kills creativity
I dream of art schools conquered by the woods
At some point we forget to be lonely
At some point we forget to be
At some point we forget
Here's to this gorgeous land
They try to bring to the knees
Cocksuckers cannot be more blind
From red hopper to herald rook
Forget-me-not to king Oak Tree
I pledge my love to the wild
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Dans La Lune
09:08
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Assise au carreau de ma mansarde
Assise au chevet de mon lit
Ainsi que sur un enfant malade
Elle veille sur moi toute la nuit
Parfois on dirait que je dérive
Parfois on dirait que je me vide
Je contemple, astronaute passif
Sur le plancher, la rousseur tardive
Mais je ne suis pas diurne
Comme un cercle sur un télécran
Vaguement absurde
Je suis dans la Lune
Au mot clinique, je préfère mélancolique
Je suis de Mercure
Je suis dans la Lune
Seul accompagné, seul avec mes pairs
Au monde seul, au monde nu
Mon âme est veuve & millénaire
Mon âme est un âne fourbu
L'Homme en tant que meute, je le maudis
L'Homme comme personne, je l'aime
Je chante pour les bizarres, les inouïs
Ceux-là dont les connards s'égayent
Mais on n'est pas dupes
Comme des cercles sur un télécran
Vaguement absurdes
On est dans la Lune
Au mot clinique, on préfère mélancoliques
On est sous Saturne
On est sous Neptune
On est dans la Lune
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