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I am sad and I drive
On a road that goes nowhere
I am sad and I drive all the day
I am sad and I drive
The landscape swallows my soul
I am sad and I drive all the day
I am sad and I drive
Nobody waits for me anywhere
I am sad and I drive all the day.
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Wait for answers
She counts the shadows on his fingers
She doesn't listen to what he says
Anticipate.
The skin is the answer
The skin is unlimited
I can write on the skin
The story of my life.
Wait for answers.
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Observatoire
03:06
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Dis donc
Ne reste pas plantée là
Dis donc
Fais donc le premier pas
En haut de l'arbre, l'oiseau est perché
La lune est noire, le sommet immaculé
Regarde bien, son cœur s'est arrêté
Au bout de l'onde, la voie est effacée
Au bout de l'horizon la voie est tracée.
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Garçon
02:40
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Quand il fume au balcon
Il rêve et fait des ronds,
Il parcourt tout le long
de sa vie de garçon.
Il gratte tout au fond
Des souvenirs féconds
Il court, il fait des bonds
De cabris fanfaron.
Quant au pleurs sans raison
Il sait ce qu'ils défont.
De pierre et de bâton
une ultime ascension.
Quand il fume au balcon
Il se prend d'affection
Pour une ancienne fiction
De bosse et d'illusion.
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Circonstances pour Louis
03:49
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Ils appellent ça La Circonstance
Oubli de soi, perte de sens
Je crois en toi le grand enfant
J'ai besoin de ton indolence.
J'ai canalisé la souffrance
Dans une bassine de pensées rances
Ainsi je suis un être errant
Dans les humeurs de la déviance.
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Cocktail of Snakes
03:16
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"Her house is empty and her heart is old,
And filled with shades and echoes that deceive
No one save her, for still she tries to weave
With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold.
Once all men’s arms rose up to her, ‘tis told,
And hovered like white birds for her caress:
A crown she could have had to bind each tress
Of hair, and her sweet arms the Witches’ Gold.
Her mirrors know her witnesses, for there
She rose in dreams from other dreams that lent
Her softness as she stood, crowned with soft hair.
And with his bound heart and his young eyes bent
And blind, he feels her presence like shed scent,
Holding him body and life within its snare."
William Faulkner - After Fifty Years
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