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Racing the Moon
And then this other feeling flies
And you pull yourself through
Look at the tree trunks flashing by
Mountains rise against the blue
You’ll never escape her pull
You’re made of water
like the world
Racing the moon
Racing the moon
Race, and you’ll lose control
Chasing the moon
And then this other lover comes
And impossible cargoes crawl
You inch along beneath the stars
And your silver sister calls
Racing the moon
Racing the moon
Race, and you’ll lose control
Chasing the moon
Moving at whatever
kind of speed
Far from the others
and in between
Follow the lunatic
algorithm of need
Dance away
on chicken wires
you lead
Racing the moon
Racing the moon
Race, and you’ll lose control
Chasing the moon
Racing the moon
Racing the moon
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il avance seul dans la rue,
sans qu’aucune main ne prenne la sienne,
âme et coeur simplement nus,
tout son corps arqué de peine.
mais que fais-tu de ton enfant
à le fréquenter sans amour,
ne fais-tu pas un paquet blanc
pour les prédateurs et vautours.
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I'm taking psychic fall downs
In the somatic undertow
I’m shards of concrete, glass and steel wire, you feel like a crumb
of dust talking
You make all that in one face stained
you crowd and tug and tie
We’ll never run together
You, me, we’ll go
Burn, together with the street
can barely stand these crossings
so black and torn
Fuck you didn't even love
you say the atrocities
make you horny,
It’s enough,
you’re making up this stuff
you telling me the factories
are making love in cars
You credit me with staining me
Lets take another way to me
The drunk tank yawns
I’m moving out in open sound now
On my heavy metal bones
Blown somewhere by the street life,
cash and cars for sex and medicine
dust stalking
You make all that seem so strange
you crawl inside me and turn
We’ll never run together
You, me, we’ll go
Burn, together with the street
can barely stand these crossings
so black and torn
Fuck you never even loved
you say the atrocities
make you sorry,
It’s enough,
you’re making up this stuff
you telling me the batteries
are making love in toys
You credit me with staining me
Lets take another way to me
The drunk tank yawns
The drunk tank yawns
I’m still thinking when
The drunk tank yawns
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technique du paon,
tu te gonfles pour grandir et
jettes ta poudre aux yeux
tes mots résonnent
comme un bruit de bottes ;
tu prends ce droit
mais tu n’es qu’un homme
un triste petit homme
jour après jour
tu regardes par-dessus ;
vu de haut
tout est très bas.
règne illusoire,
ton ego t’égare,
sans poésie
tu restes en friche
merveilleux petit homme perdu,
la mécanique de ton coeur
qui ne bat pas mais qui frappe ; et ce vide
qui te guide et te délite
mais tu n’es qu’un homme
minuscule petit homme
mais tu n’es qu’un homme
ridicule petit homme
mais tu n’es qu’un homme
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elle est vide toute chose,
dès que tu es partie,
tout est vide sans toi,
sans belles féeries.
de ton art sans pareil,
de ta joie pleine de vie,
il reste ton amour,
que dieu t’en remercie.
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I’m telling you
You’re sunk in mud
and upside down my friend
I’m telling you
You’ll see we are
watching life
Go by
You’re no longer causing change
On your way down
You took all their silver comedowns
The years crawl around
I’m telling you
It’s written all over
How the novel goes
I’m telling you
You’ve only come a short way
In a long time
This quicksand
will swallow you
You will sink
without a trace
And take this
whole place with you
(Like in a story for children
with no reason and
no rhyme)
This quicksand
will swallow you
You will sink
without a trace
And take this
whole place with you
This quicksand
I’m telling you
This time no earthly wisdom
Will save you
I’m telling you
You know the score
We’re not far
from the end
You’re no longer causing change
On your way down
You took all their silver comedowns
The years crawl around
This quicksand
will swallow you
You will sink
without a trace
And take this
whole place with you
(Like in a story for children
with no reason and
no rhyme)
This quicksand
will swallow you
You will sink
without a trace
And take this
whole place with you
This quicksand
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All by Yourself
You can’t see it
All by yourself
You can’t do it
all by yourself
You can’t make it
on your own,
You can save yourself
Taken down by a system
that treats you like money
they take this rock inside of you
and drop it in the sea
they're telling you it's global
you have to make it local
you try to make it local
you have to make it free
With eight million stories
n the naked city
how that came to be
is a mystery to me
we can hold time and moan
that we're always too busy
to get anything done
you need a conspiracy
We die every day
at the end of the evening
Wake up and dream
just like babies
Other people’s secrets
Other people’s mistakes
Other people’s greed
Other people’s fate
The party doesn’t wait
Don’t come alone
Don’t be late (please)
Don’t be late
You’ll do anything but
look under the cover
of the book that you wrote
about yourself for some other
You can’t feel this love alone
Even things that come
They’re gone
You can’t feel this love alone
Even things that come
They’re gone
Gotta be done with
the false jazz and calm
You can feel that
peace is still dawning
Hew the rock into souls of iron
Hew the rock and tease your origin
You can take slices,
records of the reckless
ad enough of pimps
and the hookers and the racists
You got so lazy
just like a child some days
Dance to the music
‘til the end of the day
You can’t see it
all by yourself
You can’t do it
all by yourself
You won’t make it
on your own,
You can save yourself.
You can’t know it
All by yourself
You can’t keep it
All by yourself
You can’t make it
on your own.
You can’t be it
All by yourself
You can’t change it
All by yourself
You can’t make love
on your own
You can be yourself
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ferme les yeux
mathieu
pour surtout ne pas voir
d’où viennent ces beaux yeux noirs
ouvres les yeux
mathieu
regarde la gueule de tes parents
regarde l’horreur qu’il y a dedans
tes deux vieux
mathieu
ont mutilé un enfant
pour que tu sois voyant
tes deux vieux
mathieu
ont pris un môme de la rue
sa vie valait moins que ta vue
tes sales vieux
mathieu
l’ont rejeté sur le trottoir
dans la peur et dans le noir
tes deux yeux
mathieu
il n’y a plus que deux creux
dans le visage d’un malheureux
tes deux yeux
mathieu
tes beaux yeux
mathieu
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la toile
02:18
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je sens une brise
qui me frise,
un parfum de fleur
qui m’effleure,
la paresse
qui me caresse.
toujours je danse
sur cette toile
tissée de 1000 fils
qui maintiennent l’équilibre
de la vie.
je sens un rêve
qui s’achève,
un oiseau chante
et m’enchante.
il vole,
je m’envole.
toujours je danse
sur cette toile
tissée de 1000 fils
qui maintiennent l’équilibre
de la vie.
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Somebody found a piece of you
When you were left out cold
Somebody’s holding the pieces
You’ll never hardly know
I’ll never hide my face
You’ll never have to sell
And you’ll never know a hole
You never stumbled from
I need your love you say
I need your love,
I need your love they say
I need your love,…
I need your love.
You’ve left so many parts of you
lying somewhere to be found
You don’t feel whole
Can’t sleep by yourself
When the words have failed you
And you’ve let the hammer fall
You’re at home all alone
And the wilderness calls
CH
And when the star’s unfolded
And you’ve no one to hold
Your tricks are bold
Guilty of harm
I need to be your accomplice
Fit to you like your black dress
You’ll never hardly see me, until
my work is done
Come!
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merci de m’aimer
même quand je m’égare
et de pardonner
mes erreurs et mes errances
de donner ce sens à ma vie
ton pur amour
ton silence me réconforte
comme une terre féconde
ton regard me transporte
au-delà du monde
et si d’aventure
mes pas suivaient les tiens
au-delà du mal
on tairait tous les mots déchus
on rirait du superflu
on regarderait
l’envol des oies sauvages
on s’évaderait
dans leurs voyages
merci de donner ce sens à ma vie
ton pur amour
on tairait tous les mots déchus
on rirait du superflu
j’aimerais te rejoindre
si haut dans ton âme
dans mon coeur empreindre
ta magie au calame
ton pur amour
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soudain cette musique qui l’enveloppe
il danse, il rigole, il s’envole
on ne le prend pas pour un fou
car on ne le voit pas au milieu de
la foule
transparent en toutes circonstances
il s’invente une existence
funambule ignoré
sans déranger sans faire de bruit
il traverse la vie
comme l’oiseau l’océan
juste avec lui-même
il mange parle dort rit vit seul
et, tranquillement
il saute comme un grand fou tout seul
dans l’immense foule
dans l’immense foule
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And in the spiral stair of days curling in
through seasons in the fog of life
And in the sweep and creep of conversation
the feeling takes you for a ride
I come from me
I come for me
the earth curved beneath the stars
sends her regards
And it's written in the faces of the subway crowd
An agreement in flesh and blood, bought and sold
listen to the wet black petals on the golden bough
talking about the weather and the times
I come from me
I come for me
And in the being is the doing and its all the same
whether you learn to like or love all that you've done
Memory curves your life until there are no straight lines
just loops running through and through the same old game
I come from me
I come for me
the earth curved beneath the stars
sends her regards
and in the leaving hours before the morning comes
the dreams that called your name are gone
And so time and time again you wait your turn to fly
Like so many did before you
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Take my face
You will look old
You don’t calm
Me down
Through the sighs
And the tears
Your old place is
My new town
You come by
To leave me again
You’re so cold
And sane
Take my place
Till you grow
dumb found
You come dancing
the same way you lie
We steal from oceans lost
people swim across
you talk to me
I overdose
I feel all your pain
You play my role
People some are surprised
When they bring me down
All the time
The future has begun
It may leave us behind
The way is open now
I’ll open the way
Open the way
I’ll open the way
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idéal brut Geneva, Switzerland
idéal brut est un collectif de 22 artistes romands qui ont enregistré un double cd : turbulence + coolax sous l’impulsion de l’initiateur du projet, le compositeur joe baamil, et des paroliers, nathalie aubert et martin jacklin.
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