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25 février 2008

Petite Mort

Petite Mort
Don't let this love Own me completely You know how love does sometimes Black satin tears Rule the night Just to be But you'll never here to dream You're blind But your blind as always If I confess Will it break the spell My mind is full of you that’s...
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5 octobre 2008

Hantée par tes Propres Pensés

Hantée par tes Propres Pensés
I lock the door and I check it twice Before I climb the stairs I see you lurking down below Underneath the streetlight's glare Your footsteps approaching A shadow cloaks the room I revel in this nightmare But I keep waking up too soon... 'Cause over and...
26 février 2008

Ophélie

Ophélie
I'm your Opheliac I've been so disillusioned I know you'd take me back But still I feign confusion I couldn't be your friend My world was too unstable You might have seen the end... But you were never able To keep me breathing As the water rises up again...
6 juin 2008

La Malédiction Du Crapaud Et Comment Elle Périt Dans Les Flammes

La Malédiction Du Crapaud Et Comment Elle Périt Dans Les Flammes
I can make fire breathI learned it as a lad My master told meI had prowess no one ever had ! I could conduct the light… I’d look away to her… She’d match my spit with spite I don’t know what her reasons were I fell in love with her My tongue is purple-black...
30 juin 2008

Le Baiser du Chasseur

Le Baiser du Chasseur
It's a sad story about a deer and a man A romantic scene from a lullabyIn a clearing green, where his eyes met mineI was frozen motion. Oh! His bow was raisedThen the fleeting notion-that my life he'd save But I saw it coming, flying through the airFeathered...
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22 mars 2008

Sur Mes Epaules

Sur Mes Epaules
Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders ?Why do I always help you carry your boulders ?You wonder why I carry such a weight on my shouldersAnd why would I tttts such a load 'Cause someday you'll seeNext time I'll try it another way Why would you...
6 avril 2008

Exercice sur une Échine

Exercice sur une Échine
{ Unpleasant reminder in a subterranean pathlogy department } { Un souvenir désagréable dans un service de pathologie souterrain } We are entering the operating theatre of the familiar morgue : the student nurses are making a lot of noise, their voices...
24 février 2008

La Question du Temps

La Question du Temps
Some time later in the future, near the end of time, a parallel universe devoid of any semblance of reality was found in the end not to be real. Or at least, it was all... extremely unclear. We had learned to say anything. We called things the opposite...
24 janvier 2008

Le Jardin Squelettique

Le Jardin Squelettique
Will I become like the old man from next door? Obsessed with the fear of losing his mind,He soon couldn't take care of himself anymore.He had no friends or relatives to look after him,Only once a week some male nurse dropped in. He was found in his bed,...
6 février 2008

1816, L'Année Sans Été

1816, L'Année Sans Été
In the Spring of 1315 there began an era of unpredictable weather, it did not lift until 1851. You remember 1816 as the year without a summer. June 1816, a sudden snowstorm blankets all the countryside, so Mary Shelley had to stay inside and she wrote...
29 novembre 2008

La Sérénade du Requin

La Sérénade du Requin
I am a sharkI've got to keep movingAnd if I don't move I will dieIf you hold me hereI'll just disappear Won't I ? Won't I ? Deep in my darkAnd down in my coldWith nothing to feelAnd nothing to holdIf you hold me hereI'll just disappear Won't I ? Won't...
12 décembre 2008

Et si...

Et si...
Here you sit on your high-backed chairWonder how the view is from thereI wouldn't know 'cause I like to sitUpon the floor, yeah upon the floorIf you like we could play a gameLet's pretend that we are the sameBut you will have to look much closerThan you...
22 décembre 2008

Penser à l'Angleterre

Penser à l'Angleterre
In the grip of a winter came, love and greedInsane with faith, I took the driving front seatIn the lowlight comfort of Berlin streetsThe calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat I was alone at the front lineThe message I was told was to try and findThe...
14 mars 2008

Lointain

Lointain
There's something in the wayYou're always somewhere elseFeelings have deserted meTo a point of no returnI don't believe in GodBut I pray for you Don't you slip away from meIt's you I live forDon't you leaveDon't you slip away from meI'm vulnerable to...
21 mai 2009

La Dame de Shalott

La Dame de Shalott
She's locked up with a spinning wheelShe can't recall what it was like to feelShe says "This room's gonna be my graveAnd there's no one who can save me"She sits down to her colored threadShe knows lovers waking up in their bedsShe says "How long can I...
2 août 2008

Lamentation Pour Une Usine De Jouets

Lamentation Pour Une Usine De Jouets
Once upon a time On the assembly line Ran my brilliant designs Made of plastic Then the factory called me Said “We are appalled we feel Your new designs are too drastic.” What ? Babies with buzz saws ? These bankers in charge They lacked vision and imagination....
1 juin 2008

Quatre Heures...

Quatre Heures...
4 o'Clock 4 o'Clock Never let me sleep I close my eyes and pray For the garish light of day Like a frightened child I run From the sleep that never comes 4 o'Clock 4 o'Clock Out of bed I creep To climb this tower of shame But the hour's still the same...
26 février 2008

Belle Épine

Belle Épine
Ivy kissed the shadows, As mo(u)rning lusts for dew, She with lips of sweetest pain, Lies in wait for you. With the dawn she went away, Before mist veiled the earth, Nothing remained — except for the wounds — The only gift of her. “Oh, for themselves...
29 janvier 2009

Genuine, une Incroyable Revue

Genuine, une Incroyable Revue
A young man on a sofa is layingTwo strangers by the door and one is knockingThe man stands and opens the great wooden doorThe one who knows the host tells the other visitor: « Since he finished his last work Percy’s gone wild and casts strange lurks Like...
18 janvier 2009

La Foule Autour

La Foule Autour
What has he done in his room for three days ?Lost and silent, no one here dares sayIf he lives, if he's dead... « He may have left away ! » From time to time, from the door a sound comesLike a broken glass from the unknownThen a scream... Oh ! What a...
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