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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 !
Independance : crime !
Knowledge : crime !
Power : crime !
Freedom : crime !
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2. |
Light Players
04:49
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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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3. |
Follow Snow
03:16
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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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(English)
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 ?
(Français)
Avez-vous apprécié le chauffeur aujourd'hui?
Êtes-vous satisfait de la qualité du service?
Êtes-vous satisfait de la propreté des toilettes aujourd'hui?
Êtes-vous satisfait du livreur de votre colis ?
Un ressenti ?
Une petite note?
Pousse moi !
Pousse mon bouton !
Content ? Mi-content ? Mi-pas-content ? Pas content?
L'équipe de bord était-elle souriante aujourd'hui ?
Comment jugez-vous notre service de traitement des déchets ?
Tout était-il confortable aujourd'hui?
Les lutins magiques ont-ils été assez discrets ?
Êtes-vous satisfait?
Un ressenti ?
Une petite note ?
Exprimez-vous !
Poussez mon bouton !
Content ? Mi-content ? Mi-pas-content ? Pas content?
Comment évaluez-vous le contrôle de sécurité aujourd'hui?
Avez-vous apprécié la fouille anale ?
Vous sentez-vous en sécurité dans ce lieu public?
Les fusils d’assaut de l'armée sont-ils assez gros?
Vous sentez-vous suffisamment bien surveillés aujourd'hui?
Êtes-vous satisfait ?
Détendez-vous...
Content ? Mi-content ? Mi-pas-content ? Pas content?
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5. |
Well, they Lied
03:41
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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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6. |
Game Over feat. Krismenn
03:57
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(English)
The world is blind under a blank page ever-dawning.
This is the age of ashes and ruined vast impasses
Leading to the void near above. Sailing graves
Made of your trash suffocate and mash your own cradle.
Has clear-sightedness never been ?
You're unable to learn, you always trap yourself into enclosed rings.
I warned you, I'm sure you knew that I was coming.
You allowed yourself a mirage to deny that I could find you
To avoid what destiny brooded and absorb what insanity ruined.
Has clear-sightedness never been ?
Now you can see the scape's rubble absorbed in my mouth's darkness
And somehow you keep caulking and sealing the inside of my truth
To soothe your fear, to deaden the sound of my tooth
On your rear. Like there's a future for your dears
Has clear-sightedness never been ?
Now you can hear the silence of the wild beasts in the evening
When there's only your own industrial creatures to keep coldly singing
« Ugliness is a truth, your illusions were a joke »
For a longtime you had fun like kids but the game is over.
Has clear-sightedness never been ?
(Brezhoneg)
Skarzit alemañ
Dall eo ar bed mañ
N’hallit ket laret n’eo ket bet laret deoc’h c’hwi Ar we’mañ
Plijadur walc’h peus bet
Mare al ludu zo ay
Oac’h ket ‘vit kompren e oa digoueet ar fin hag e oa fin ho c’hoa’i
’n amzer dazont n’eo ket deoc’h ken
Mont a ra ar bed war an tu gin
Pezh a laka ac’hanon ‘da nom c’houllen :
Daoust hag eo bet kap an den da welet sklaer ur wech bennaket ta?
Selaouit kamaraded Serrit mat ho pegoù bras
Kad peus berr walc’h an amzer Tudou kaezh
Re ziwe’at eo bremañ da glask cheñch penn d’ar vazh
Sklaer eo bet met n’eo ket ken
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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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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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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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10. |
Le Refuge de la Couleur
04:58
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Basalte, nuits,
Démons, fourmis,
Scarabées, graphite,
Mûres et chauves-souris,
Regard de khôl
Et As de trèfles,
Peuple des geôles et
Bois d'ébène,
Peuple des cloîtres,
As de pic, abysses,
Encre de Chine
Et de cassis.
J'habille le monde et ses confins
Mais chaque nuit j'épargne la lune
Mais me le direz-vous enfin
Une couleur, en suis-je une ?
Mangeur de lumière
Galvaniseur de prières
Chromatique transfuge
De la couleur je suis le refuge
Corbeaux, pirates,
Abîmes, asphalte,
Endeuillés, charbon,
Espace et tréfonds.
Forages d'or
Sous les naphtes des rois,
Je suis le manteau
Du pouvoir et des chats.
J'habille le monde et ses confins
Mais chaque nuit j'épargne la lune
Mais me le direz-vous enfin
Une couleur, en suis-je une ?
Mangeur de lumière
Galvaniseur de prières
Chromatique transfuge
De la couleur je suis le refuge
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I am a hero baby,
I am the ultimate
Representation of Humanity
I am the architect
Of your reality,
Of what you see and hear and think and feel.
My vision is your life.
My music is your life.
As well as are my books and films and pain-
-tings and my video games.
Let's keep it in the right order :
Everything else is sub-gender.
There's just one thing I'd need to check...
Where are my pixels from ?
Who created me this way ?
Swollen with importance...
Are we that sure so many people
Would like to see what I see?
But sometimes I am tired
Of saving princesses
Tired of saving the world with my balls
Of being deaf and blind
Around in circles
Of being the center of it all
Hey guys, it seems like
We bet the major part
Of humanity is a straight white man
I just have a little doubt,
Let's keep it that way,
But I'd like to take a look outside to check
if it's true...
Where are my pixels from ?
Who created me this way ?
Swollen with importance...
Are we that sure so many people
Would like to see what I see?
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Once I met one of them
Who got lost in the woods
With the excess of trust
And the attitude of a lord
He was powerful and stout
He was courteous and robust
He was opulent and proud
And his stately chest stuck out
I'd gladly have butchered the mutt
I'd gladly have ripped him apart
But it would have been a losing fight
Because the dog was twice my bulk
So I accosted him humbly,
Talked about his gorgeous jewellery
And his beaming portliness,
And his soft shiny fur,
And his brillliant success
Like a servile courtier
(...I had nothing to lose)
He said : « My good lord you could chose
To be as fat as me
Yes you could leave the woods
And your poor fellow-wolves
You guys are so skinny,
Eternally hungry
Never safe, always on guard,
The claws ever ready
Follow me, I tell you
And I promise you'll know
A better destiny
I swear, you can trust me. »
I won't lie : I was drooling
For so long I had been starving
So sure I deserved
At least a decent dinner
(...I had nothing to lose)
So I said, desperate :
« What would I need to do ?
« Almost nothing » He said.
« Hunt a bit, lick a hand
Keep the poor and the tramp
Away from your master
Flatter the lords and their power
For a nice recompense :
Pigeon bones, chicken bones,
Mutton, ham fat and mince
And did I even mention
All the caresses ? »
I felt my mouth water and tears
Overflow me, I confess
But following his steps
I saw something unclear
(...I had nothing to lose)
« What is that, in your neck ?
- That ? Nothing.
Such a small thing.
My necklace could have been
The cause of what you have seen
This naked skin on my throat,
This little gap in my coat.
- So they keep you fastened ?
You can't run where you want to run ?
- Not always but never mind.
Follow me and unwind
But I was already far
With all my reborn reason
Venerating again
The deep dry greedy taste
Of my sacred freedom.
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