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| 2:49 | 
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windows, doors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables and flowers.
bread, wine, butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices. i've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now. i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow. airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines. traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers. now i'm wondering, blind, in the city. I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow. faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet. sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up. now i'm quiet in this snow, snowy country. i'm hanging on until i am old, just older than now. |
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| 3:16 |
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Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle leading to nowhere and I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now. Don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved. I am pilling up some unread books turned in my bed and I really think I'll never read again. No concentration, just a white disorder everywhere around me, you know I'm so tired now. Don't worry I often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay. Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me. Monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me. Sometimes I search an event or something to remind me, but I've really got nothing in mind. Sometimes I open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets. There is life out there. Don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved. Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle leading to nowhere and I'm tired now. Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now. Don't worry I often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay. Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me. Monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me. |
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| 4:15 |
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| 5. |
| 1:04 |
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| 6. |
| 2:24 |
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Tu t'en vas a la derive
Sur la riviere du souvenir Et moi, courant sur la rive, Je te crie de revenir Mais, lentement, tu t'eloignes Et dans ta course eperdue, Peu a peu, je te regagne Un peu du terrain perdu. De temps en temps, tu t'enfonces Dans le liquide mouvant Ou bien, frolant quelques ronces, Tu hesites et tu m'attends En te cachant la figure Dans ta robe retroussee, De peur que ne te defigurent Et la honte et les regrets. Tu n'es plus qu'une pauvre epave, Chienne crevee au fil de l'eau Mais je reste ton esclave Et plonge dans le ruisseau Quand le souvenir s'arrete Et l'ocean de l'oubli, Brisant nos c?urs et nos tetes, A jamais, nous reunit. (Merci a Clarisa pour cettes paroles) |
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| 1:21 |
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| 8. |
| 5:06 |
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| 9. |
| 7:28 |
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| 10. |
| 2:11 |
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| 11. |
| 1:38 |
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| 12. |
| 3:10 |
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De l'endroit ou je suis
On voit les bras de mer, Qui s'allongent puis renoncent A mordre dans la terre... Dans le lit, tard, nous sommes la, Nous recommencons tout, J'ai du mal a y croire, Je vois des bras de mer... Je vois des bras de mer... Qui s'allongent... Qui s'allongent... Je vois des bras de mer... Qui s'allongent... Qui s'allongent... Et qui mordent la terre... Et la separent enfin |
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| 5:49 |
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| 14. |
| 1:32 |
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