1. |
Inks
02:26
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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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2. |
Le Poison
04:30
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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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The Ceiling's Maze
03:57
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I was
Searching in the ceiling's maze
The meaning of this dawning blaze
That was shining in the morning's haze
Something that was back from ancient day
When life decided on its own ways
And then I went into a daze
And now it's just a boat
Leaving the quay
Set afloat
Thirsty
For infusing in your irises
Thrilling at the pace of your breath
And for swimming in your head's flood
And for letting my hands roaming
And then putting it on your blood
And for peeling your white carving
And for drinking the stream of your voice
And dwelling in your fragrances
While wide-opening every pore
Thirsty for everything that rejoice
In destructuring our bodys
And our fears and the music score
I was
Searching in the ceiling's maze
The meaning of this dawning blaze
That was shining in the morning's haze
Something that was back from ancient day
When life decided on its own ways
And then I went into a daze
And now it's just a boat
Leaving the quay
Set afloat
Hungry
For attempting some enchantment
On the soundposts of your skin
And to hold the magic and release it
And then letting it quivering
And getting my fill with your laughs
And then writing new notes on new staffs
From over there it can be heard
The howlings of my starving arms
The deep clamour of my entrails
For welcoming you in my bones
For welcoming you in my sail
As your tingling absence seems absurd
I was
Searching in the ceiling's maze
The meaning of this dawning blaze
That was shining in the morning's haze
Something that was back from ancient day
When life decided on its own ways
And then I went into a daze
And now it's just a boat
Leaving the quay
Set afloat
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The Trap
04:02
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You're stuck here
In this trick
And also in your head's marsh
You're drugged dear
Seasick and sleepy
Held prisoner by your thoughts
Your sleep is dirty
It feels unhealthy
It feels like all your memories have been soiled
Every memory
Is more traumatic
And flows in your veins like a thick black oil
This night is a hell
The longest ever
And you keep fighting against sleep
That sea is a cell
And you're not clever
Nor strong enough to find an exit
When is the end of it?
You fell in a hell through a gap
Between realities.
Where is the exit?
Are you gonna die in this trap?
Another nightmare
Would finish you off
And still the images are too close to you
Yes you're scared
Of your own thought
And of where it is leading you
Your thought runs too fast
And your mental strength
Is working by daytime only
The chasm is too vast
And rationality
Is also working on land only
Write a song
With this poison
And maybe it will save you from madness
Yes you're afraid
To be alone
But maybe here's a light in the darkness
When is the end of it?
You fell in a hell through a gap
Between realities.
Where is the exit?
Are you gonna die in this trap?
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Diurnal Fireflies
03:04
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I don't uderstand
Why can't I catch those fleetting thrills
That appear when the land
Merges with the skies and the hills
When I'm walking aimlessly
Letting frozen lights brush my cheeks
Are they spirits
Or simply hidden memories ?
No I don't know what they are
They vanish like shooting stars
Acidulous and fruity
Like a first foot in a summer sea
Like the first time you kissed me
Sweet and sparkling sliping through my fingers
As auguring a new spring shower
How many lives did I scour ?
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Mesopelagic
03:14
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That Sound
With its dark enchanted shape
Reminds me of something
I have already tasted a long time ago
Here I found
Undulating landscapes
Making me feeling
I'm a little child again
That sound
With its strange familiar taste
Feels like a far-off light
Resonating in my chest from ancient lives
Here I found
The old call of a being
A distress-call or a prayer
Full of hope and wondering
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The Falling Swans
01:37
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The Swans leap
Into the void
In the blood-red of the sky
They never stop to fall
And in a silent cry
At the late foot of the wall
They tight the rope
And die
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Auguries of Innocence
04:27
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
William Blake
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Héliotopie
05:16
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Cette nuit tout était lumineux,
Une brise avait libéré la parole,
Plus de bâillon ni de camisole,
Un tintement silencieux sonnait la fin du jeu.
Abandonnant orgueil et bouclier
Comme si je venais de m'envoler,
Tout semble si simple et si parfait,
Enfin nous nous sentons légers.
Dans le jaune de l'été passé,
L'évidence finalement perce,
En honnête spontanéité,
Le mirage de tes bras me berce.
Là tout n'est qu'ordre et sérénité,
temps suspendu, enivrante pause,
Sans les cicatrices, les ecchymoses
Que ton silence me faisait cacher.
Le songe a pris son temps pour s'évanouir,
Il n'était pas pressé, je le retenais
Dans mes bras refroidis par l'automne,
Réclamant le fin mot de cette histoire inachevée.
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10. |
Train
05:31
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Deux couleurs s'entre-cognent, fusionnent
Et brûlent ma rétine
Au delà du miroir où rayonne
Mon grain de symétrie
Sous lequel un bourdon prisonnier
S'affole et tambourine
Et continuellement fait danser
Mon corps qui trépigne
A ces souvenirs de peaux, de mots,
De parfums et de plafonds,
De craquements de vinyles, de fumée,
De livres et d'oignons
Qui au milieu du temps arrêté
Attisent les moucherons
De mon cœur pressé, de mon cerveau
Et de mon double-fond.
A courir sans dormir
Et à rire sans prédire,
A engloutir sans tarir
Et à boire sans vomir,
Je vais mourir de vie dès demain.
Tête baissée, démembrée,
Contre vents et marées,
Continuer de vibrer,
D'engouffrer, essoufflée
D'avoir couru au devant du train.
Assise, un livre sur mes genoux
Que je n'ouvrirai pas,
Contemplant les si puissants remous
Qui s'emparent de moi
En catastrophe ouatée je découvre
La lisière et l'orée
De cœurs qui, non sans réticences, s'ouvrent
A d'inquiétants dangers.
De fatigue, de haut je vais tomber
Dans ce gouffre d'envies
Qui serpente toute la journée
De soulever la nuit.
A petit je reviens sur nos frasques
Armée de mon crayon
Qui essaye d'en dompter les bourrasques
Et nage dans mes frissons.
A courir sans dormir
Et à rire sans prédire,
A engloutir sans tarir
Et à boire sans vomir,
Je vais mourir de vie dès demain.
Tête baissée, démembrée,
Contre vents et marées,
Continuer de vibrer,
D'engouffrer, essoufflée
D'avoir couru au devant du train.
L'impressionnante transpiration,
Je cours je pleure je bois
La clarté et l'incompréhension
Je pense trop, je ne pense pas
assez, je suis tellement fatiguée
Mais encore je ne dors pas,
Je crois que je vais devenir cinglée
Je fais n'importe quoi,
Je reste sous l'eau encore un peu,
Je danse ici et là,
Mes mains réclament encore tes cheveux
Et mes oreilles ta voix.
Évidences vidées de leur substance,
Pétries et démunies,
Depuis que plus rien n'a le même sens
Qu'avant ces quelques nuits.
A courir sans dormir
Et à rire sans prédire,
A engloutir sans tarir
Et à boire sans vomir,
Je vais mourir de vie dès demain.
Tête baissée, démembrée,
Contre vents et marées,
Continuer de vibrer,
D'engouffrer, essoufflée
D'avoir couru au devant du train.
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Pavane de la Patte d'Oie
02:04
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J'y ai laissé des plumes
Dans cette patte d'oie
J'ai humé sous l'enclume
De ce sinistre choix
L'écrasante amertume
De renoncer à toi
Et soulagée j'exhume
Ce qu'il reste de moi
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12. |
Ghosts Song
05:26
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She lay down in the air
And heard their cruel peals
The colored devils flew with her
A sky full of clouds from
Abyssal realities
Nothing seemed to dull or blur
All her lovers were there
Floating around her
All her futures and her pasts
They sank in the lake
While they slurred over
All their rancours and regrets
Their firsts and lasts
I rose in the water
among nimble eels
Black and white weeds danced for me
The bright depths and all those
Celestial seals
Where a soothing thought to see
All my lovers were there
Swimming around me
All my futures and my pasts
We emerged from
Each other and released
All our rancours and regrets
Our firsts and lasts
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The Sick Rose
06:36
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O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
William Blake
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