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you were freezing out of the direct sunlight
and you prayed for it to come right back, and when it did...
you could breathe a little more, just a little more,
counting every sip of air
that you could steal from around
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
you were brave, along the bumpy road, you did it all by yourself,
believe me, I was there and I saw you
tame it, and take control of it, the monster under the bed,
that unnamed nasty beast, the void...
the one that swallows you
the light breeze, the fields of golden wheat
the hard light on the land
the curvy little roads, the houses made of stone
in a dense undergrowth all is quiet and old
my grown-up little sister planted in crumbled ground
oh, you were dry and bound, a flower despite the rocks
all the petals she lost, a flower despite the rocks
he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me
he loves me not, he loves me...
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Et tu vacilles
03:40
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oh oh! t'es là, tu te tiens bien droite
pas un faux pas, tout le reste penche
et tu vacilles, la main sur la hanche
face au miroir, la barre est bien haute
et sous tes pointes, les planches s'estompent
comme le contour les îles quand la marée monte
les portes s'emmurent, les murs s'emportent
et là, tu flottes, plus rien ne te porte
tu entres en transe en lançant dans les airs
tes deux grands bras ouverts
tu descends de ta boîte et remontes ta clé
le ressort est tendu tu peux enfin rentrer
tourner, y retourner...
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Bloodline
04:51
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I wanna read the lines in the palm of her hand
and I wanna search the landscape carved into it
and I wanna know which of these trees she's hiding in
she's a bit like a cat, she went too high, she cannot climb down
oh just tell me where is my sister
I wanna see her I have to tell her
that if the evergreens around us tumble down in a deep silence
she can always come and find shelter here
with her kitten and her man
maybe we'll hang on, on this bare piece of land
maybe we'll hang on, on this bare piece of land
my arms are a blanket in the cold night
I keep her secret, like when we were nice
'til the silence is broken by her soft purr
then we forget where we came from
I doubt there even is such a place
we learn to leave without leaving a trace
I wanna read the lines in the palm of her hand
and I wanna search the landscape carved into it
and I wanna know which of these trees she's hiding in
she's a bit like a cat, she went too high, and cannot climb down
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Jusqu'au rivage
03:35
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tu sais, ma soeur, j'ai l'âme tordue
je suis donc devenu comme toi: tortue
car rapace, c'est bien trop dur
et mammifère, j'peux pas m'y faire
le reptile en moi se réveille
et avance une patte millénaire
arrache les arbres et autres lierres
qui lui sont poussés au travers
depuis le temps qu'j'suis immobile
depuis que je n'ai plus d'nombril
les rochers devenus immeubles
autour de moi me font de l'ombre
et je ne serai pas du nombre
de ceux qui restent plantés là
dans la poussière et les gravats
bouge ta carcasse, me dis-je
avant que ton sang froid ne fige!
(il se transformerait en plâtre
empêchant ton coeur de battre)
jusqu'au rivage la route est longue...
il y a la plage qui m'attend
je rêvais sans forcer le pas
qu'ce fût la mer qui vienne à moi
et elle dit: avec les changements de climat
le début de la fin des temps
c'est sûrement ce qui arrivera
l'océan reprendra ses droits
et les tortues prendront le large
"our hare had scarce five jumps to make,
of such as he is wont to take,
when, starting just before their beaks
he leaves the hounds at leisure,
thence til the kalends of the Greeks,
the sterile heath to measure.
thus having time to browse and doze,
and list which way the zephyr blows,
he makes himsefl content to wait,
and let the tortoise go her gait
in solemn, senatorial state"
little by little, the flood comes to me
it will cover my tracks... eventually
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Ten Thousand Creatures
03:12
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the bottom of my pants is torn and stained with brambles and grass
when I lead you through the branches, down the path
and we come across an opening, where the horses are running and hiding
and our fingers, stained with wild raspberries, interwoven
blended together in a symmetrical pattern
we're fighting flies and slippery stones as we go deeper into the wild,
and you follow me with a smile
you lift your head up, yeah! look up, at the mighty cathedral
with its green and yellow stained-glass windows all around
ten thousand creatures singing forever the sweet and complex
melody of the forest, just for us
we're here, in this sanctuary, immaculate, unstained,
a perfect blend of impossible colors
you lift your head up, yeah! look up, at the mighty cathedral
with its green and yellow stained-glass windows all around
you lift your head up, yeah! look up, at the mighty cathedral
with its green and yellow windows all around
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Polaroid
03:19
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I don't remember, but I know
you used to sing me a lullaby
sitting by the giant fireplace
I've got an old picture to prove it!
and I can hear the fire crackling
just looking at this polaroid
the colors are softly fading
I watch until it's all destroyed
there was no better summer time
the biggest skies I've ever saw
we'll still be kids no matter what
until we are over-exposed
we're already half in the clouds
and we're getting there too fast
way too fast...
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Portes d'enfer
04:31
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le sable noir nous brûle les pieds
pour que l'on courre plus vite vers l'eau
le soir nous sentons notre cuir salé
et tanné se tendre dans le dos
le sable fin nous pique les yeux
des trombes d'eau tombent des cieux
les terres inondées qu'il faut traverser
et les sangsues qui s'aggrippent aux pieds
invisible, l'insomnie tourne en rond, prisonnière
dans le drapé de la moustiquaire
comme nous... retenus sur cette île
entre les quatre murs de la mer
remets tes lunettes de sommeil au placard
la végétation semble tout avaler
les tortues qui passent et le chant des marées
l'humidité dense et le cri des insectes
notre adolescence et tout ce qui l'affecte
noyée dans les déferlantes
l'écume des Portes d'Enfer
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