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Innan gryningen
04:37
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Så kom du då till sist. Du var en främling
en mytgestalt som jag hört talas om.
Så många hade målat dina bilder
men det var bortom bilderna du kom.
Vi trodde du var användbar, till salu
vi skrev ditt namn på våra stridsbanér
vi byggde katedraler högt mot himlen
men du gick hela tiden länge ner.
Du är ett barn som ligger på ett jordgolv
du fryser om vi inte gripper in
du rör vid kroppar, hatar orättvisor
du bjuder älskande på moget vin.
Du stiger ut ur tomma gravar
du är en vind som säger: det bliv vå.
Du kommer som en flykting över bergen
du följer oss dit ingen annan når.
Du är den sång om livet som jag glömde
den sanning jag förrådde dag för dag.
Jag svek mig själv: den spegel som jag gömde
bär dina bråddjup, dina anletsdrag.
Kom närmare. Bli kvar hos mig. Det mörknar
och kanske ljusnar det på bytt igen.
Ditt liv ska bära mig. Jag hör en koltrast
som sjunger timmen innan gryningen
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Escape ode
01:34
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Grim
06:59
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Trance heat
04:58
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4+20
04:40
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Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more.
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so.
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know- why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head.
I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.
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Black lives matter
03:15
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Home
02:15
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Marcher vers le Nord
03:56
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Marcher vers le Nord, en voilà une folie
À contre courant, irrationnelle envie
Je préfère à l'azur, l'aurore boréale
Les arbres de cristal, le silence enveloppant
Marcher sans remords, vers d'autres replis
Sauvages et blancs, risquer jusqu'à ma vie
Toucher la démesure, devenir animal
Fuir les capitales, aux bruits rassurants
Marcher vers le Nord
Marcher vers le Nord, l'idée impolie
À en croire les hommes, aux rêves endormis
Les yeux pleins d'usure, appellent l'idéal
La solitude brutale, la force des géants
Marcher, et encore, sans être affaibli
De ruisseaux murmurants, en chemins de pierres polies
Marcher sans blessures, le rêve monumental
D'un élan fatal, vers un pôle attirant
Marcher vers le Nord
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Siren
02:21
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Canopée
02:54
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(h)eart(h)
04:22
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Vortex
15:07
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I. Situation
Opening my eyes
Eyes wide open
Why am I lying down?
Twenty-one grams heavier than I was intended to be
Who are you, white man?
Is this the figure of God?
Am I a jumping Jack, just the Devil's pawn?
You, me, two,
The disaster
Opening my eyes
Eyes wide shut
The pillbox is empty
Flashback, bright light, black flight
Inside my mind, I clearly see the battlefield
I am a jumping Jack, just the Devil's pawn
You, me, two
The disaster
II. Sanctification
Remembrance of this day…
'Til then going through life asleep, I was sitting on a bench
Lost in thought, I caught sight of red shoes
Raising my head, I witnessed my own birth
With the firm belief that you were the figure of mankind's salvation
The woman without a shadow killed the guy without a heart
Now paladin, knight in white satin
You, me… Us
And then
The disaster
III. Gravitation
The world is our village
City lights, shining stars
Street lamps are turning into spotlights, you're dancing in their beams
The harvest moon in full glow is looking at you, turning around
Spreading its light over the buildings of our Champs-Élysées
Red carpet to the horizon
She vexes the sun, jealous of this intimacy
Your hair is blowing in the wind
Marilyn is living again, dress fluttering up above an air vent
Tilting your head back, you send a laugh to the skyline
My heart is bigger than I am
IV. Disintegration
We've almost arrived, I should have taken your hand,
Why didn't I take your hand?
In the silent noise, I still hear the screeching tyres
Slow motion, silence, eternity
Who would have thought that a red shoe, flying in an arc, could make the world collapse?
V. Sedation
Closing my eyes
I am lying down, witnessing my own death
Through the window, I clearly see the skyline,
I'm coming to you, in pursuit of your laugh
The pillbox is empty
No more hands, just wings
No more lambs, just kings
VI. Elevation
Oooh sending away my love for you
Oooh running away from this world to you
Oooh blowing away my love for you
Oooh the earth is fading away, no more dirt on my shoe
VII. Resolution
VIII. Vortex
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Gaedic Chambrier Paris, France
One of the most influencial musician of the french folk, blues and traditional music.
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