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Well, They Lied - Live
08:06
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Tough grim suns have sealed
Their bleak blinding lids
Of meaningless blue fields
The void has appeared to sight
Under that light that's so tight
Under that light that's so tight
It dazzles us to blindness
Everything is so bright
All I would like to find is
A puddle of a night
To flee that light that's so tight
To flee that light that's so tight
Evil tough blue in the sky
Just to think I'm gonna die
Under that light that's so tight
Under that light that's so tight
All I want to do here
Is to hide or disappear
It's a rough raging strife
Between some meaning of life
And that light that's so tight
And that light that's so tight
That endless noon is wrong
It stifles me with its hands
On my throat, I feel thronged
I can't bear, I can't stand
That damned light that's so tight
That damned light that's so tight
Evil tough blue in the sky
Just to think I'm gonna die
Under that light that's so tight
Under that light that's so...
Evil tough blue in the sky
Just to think I'm gonna die
Under that light that's so tight
« Nice weather » they said.
Well, they lied.
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2. |
The W Word - Live
05:00
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What is this thing called magic ?
What is this thing called art ?
Maybe simply Ways
To achieve changes
Into consciousness.
Transformative powers,
Transformative forces,
I shouldn't know about.
Don't need any hat
Don't need any cat
Don't need any bat
To know that.
Don't need any toad
Don't need any owl
Don't need any crow
To do so.
And if I do
And if I do
And if I do
And if I do...
Just catch me
And burn me
Or drown me
Disappear me
For what I know
(I should know less than you do...)
For questioning norms
(...and shape myself to your views)
For being old
(I should always remain...)
Or being young
(...under the care of a man)
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Witch !
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Woman !
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Witch !
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Woman !
What is this thing called magic ?
What is this thing called art ?
Some knowledge of language ?
Some science of symbols ?
Relationships between
Humans and their higher selves ?
Some dangerous awareness
I shouldn't know about....
Don't need any toad
Don't need any owl
Don't need any crow
To do so.
Don't need any hat
Don't need any cat
Don't need any bat
To know that.
And if I do
And if I do
And if I do
And if I do...
Just bully me
And jail me
Or kill me
Disappear me
For being ugly
(I should always please your eye...)
For being pretty
(...but I should never entice)
For owning my body
(I should belong to you)
For being free
(My life just shouldn't be mine)
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Witch !
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Woman !
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Witch !
Wring Well the Wicked and Wrong Woman !
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It's a laborious drudgery
To make myself understood by them
When understanding's so easy
And natural on the branch of our elm.
And it is such an annoying task
To hide weaknesses, fears and shames, to wear a mask,
When I can so simply be true,
Tell and show all of me to you
(Like silence)
What a gift, this peace I find here
A shelter from despair and fear
Living and growing like our tree
The release a true love can be
And how deeply exhausting it was
To stay wary of getting invaded, judged or crushed,
And how perpetually stifling it was
To feel so lonely in the middle of a crowd.
How could I bear the oppressive tie
Of conventions, proper procedures and decorous lies
When our world together's a sight
So free and borderless and wide ?
(And silent)
What a gift, this peace I find here
A shelter from despair and fear
Living and growing like our tree :
The release a true love can be.
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4. |
Inks - Live
03:40
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Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some panaceas
To flush out your brain
Some remedies
For your mind to be drained
Some Keys
To unlock identities
Some screens
To shake off your enemies
Some fake news
In some burning rags
To warm and heal you
From the winter's bites
Some arabesques
From a quill to the milk
Of a blank silk
To soothe your troubled mind's mess
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poetics
Beyond the lethal pages
Names and roses
And the laughs of Jesus
Some brandy
In a shy man's veins
To set him free
From his social chains
Some stimulus
Post-anesthesia recoveries
Some cuts
To protect from narcosis
Some black jokes
On mankind's slippery slope
To paradoxically uncloak
Some irrepressible hope
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
Some poisons are antidotes
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From one dark side to another,
Hypnotizing iron monsters
Leave no chance to those who sight
Their fascinating lethal light.
From one dark side to another,
Hypnotizing iron monsters
Leave no chance to those who sight
Their fascinating lethal light.
From one dark side to another,
The hypnotizing iron monster
Left no chance to me.
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6. |
Follow Snow - Live
03:49
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Snow and silence, your two old friends,
Are rarefying like orangutangs.
As delicacies they will soon be sold :
Caviar will be less valuable,
And they'll be more precious than gold.
Better to hear this than be blind ?
Better to hear that than be deaf ?
Goodnight baby, close your window,
Or maybe just go and follow snow.
You walk through the city like a hunted beast
Looking for some silence that doesn't exist
Wondering if it remains a bloody place
On this planet where you could hear...
Well, anything else than human mess ?
Better to hear this than be blind ?
Better to hear that than be deaf ?
Goodnight baby, close your window,
Or maybe just go and follow snow.
Whatever you do, I'll come and go.
If you need silence, just go and follow snow.
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7. |
Le Poison - Live
06:31
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Est-ce vraiment l'automne qui prend fin aujourd'hui?
Je voudrais que soudain cette mer s'épanche
Et que de plus loin les méduses nous épient
Que le crépuscule lentement s'endimanche
Mais l'amour et la haine cheminent à l'envie
Comme ton image est lointaine
Le venin du doute coule dans mes veines
De ton visage ne reste qu'une ombre incertaine
La nature bourgeonne prématurément
Les idiots en jubilent sans retenue
L’indécrottable optimisme bienséant
La retraite et la colère contenue
S'affrontent et se flattent sur un sol mouvant
Comme ton image est lointaine
Le venin du doute coule dans mes veines
De ton visage ne reste qu'une ombre incertaine
Ton absence vénéneuse cette automne
L'incertitude et l'imagination
Lentement, discrètement m'empoisonnent
Et je me délecte de ce poison
Et de l'existence qui grogne
Comme ton image est lointaine
Le venin du doute coule dans mes veines
De ton visage ne reste qu'une ombre incertaine
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8. |
MetaSong - Live
04:38
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Am I supposed to be beautiful ?
Am I supposed to mean something ?
Am I supposed to be understood ?
Or just to be entertaining ?
Am I supposed to calm you down ?
Am I supposed to wake you up ?
Am I supposed to make you dance ?
Am I supposed to turn you on ?
From dances to lullabies,
From prayers, marches to battle-cries :
I don't know if I am supposed to be sung
Or to be howled.
I changed the world so many times
I set you free with a few rhymes
I healed your solitude and pain
I made you smile and strong again
I am as old as humanity
And I belong to everybody
I belong to laughs, sweat or tears
And I am stronger than frontiers
So if I come from your throat
So if I come from your guts
So if I come from your heart
So if I come from your cuts
Then why do you sell me
As a pimp sells his whore ?
I can't handle being empty,
And bland anymore.
From dances to lullabies,
From prayers, marches to battle-cries :
I don't know what I'm supposed to be...
From dances to lullabies,
From prayers, marches to battle-cries :
I don't know if I am supposed to be sung
Or to be howled.
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9. |
Light Players - Live
07:37
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We have seen so many things
Around the world, we travelled,
Many things we could teach
You if you'd take time
To look at us carefully.
We have stories to tell,
Premonitions to reveal
But we are just cogs in the wheel,
« Solve et coagula »
Is our serene fate.
We let the wind change our shape,
We know how beautiful
It is when things change,
Our bodys are mirages
They just live in your eyes
But our powers are true.
Oh don't fight against time
But slowly dance with it,
Let your tears flow to earth
Let the wind lead your feet.
We are the architects
Of a realm where the birds
Perpetually relearn
To find their pathways
Into moody mazes.
We are light players
Painting new scapes all day long,
We play to hide and seek
With the moon and the sun,
The stars and the mountains.
Our shadows are shelters,
We carry promises
Of relief to the trees,
To the thirsty weeds and the flowers,
To the frogs and the fields,
To the forests and the grasses
And we have some advice
Oh don't fight against time
But slowly dance with it,
Let your tears flow to earth,
Let the wind lead your feet.
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10. |
Push Me - Live
06:45
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How was the driver of your cab today ?
Are you satisfied ?
How was the service of your lunch today ?
Did you enjoy ?
How was the state of cleanliness today ?
Did you enjoy ?
How was the delivery man today ?
Are you satisfied ?
Grade ? Grade ? Grade ? Give a grade ! Give a grade !
Push me ! Push me ! Push me ! Push me ! Push !
Happy, mid-happy, mid-sad or sad ?
And was the welcome on board smiley enough today ?
Did you enjoy ?
What about the disappearance of your trash today ?
Are you satisfied ?
And was everything comfortable enough today ?
Did you enjoy ?
Did the invisible slaves honor their king today ?
Discreetly enough ? Are you satisfied ?
Grade ? Grade ? Grade ? Give a grade ! Give a grade !
Push me ! Push me ! Push me ! Push me ! Push !
Happy, mid-happy, mid-sad or sad ?
What about your security experience today ?
(Are you satisfied ?)
How was your body cavity search today ?
(Did you enjoy ?)
What about the feeling of safety of the space today ?
(Are you satisfied ?)
The size of the army's assault rifles today ?
(Big enough?)
The global surveillance of your life today ?
(Are you satisfied ?)
Have you been filmed and tracked and filed enough ?
(Do you feel secure enough ?)
Happy, mid-happy, mid-sad or sad ?
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