Obscured by the Wind

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Eolien 01:25
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I do accept the competition I do accept sometimes it hurts you I do accept humiliation I do accept humiliate you I do accept being a consumer I do accept that fear will kill me I do accept being a liar I do accept this situation I know you do the best for us I know you do the best for me I do accept killing animals Burning the trees and stripping the earth I do accept oil hegemony I do accept dying slowly To eat legals drugs but no suicide I do accept rejecting seniors I do accept thinking about sex Blessing actresses, football’s stars I do accept corrupted politics I do accept the ‘malà education’ I do accept TV as a God I do accept eating industrial trash meat I do accept going at war for small peace I do accept you’re nothing if you don’t have enough money on your bank account Oh my thistle where have you been One of these days I will take You are the one I can believe One of these days I will take a bow and run I once dreamt of so much love I once dreamt of so much cloud We used to reach by lying in the fields of noise I do accept the key you gave to me instead of facing your acts I do accept the place you left for me instead of saving your life I do accept the rage you put in me instead of feeling this nothing growing in you Oh my thistle where have you been? One of these days I will take You are the one I can believe One of these days I will take a bow and run
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I can’t stop the wind I can move the hills But I know it wouldn’t give to me Anymore than my loneliness I can’t close my mouth I can’t shut my eyes Because the noise I deeply find inside Is a storm from which you can never hide I won’t let you feed my issues for your sake I am the hills mover, from the great escape I am so hungry I am so thirsty I wanted to share all the hills with you Drink your shit, ‘Bon appétit’ to you I become angry I become silly Too late for you, you can’t cross the fields Too far for you, you will stay out It’s the price to pay When you want to share I won’t let you feed my issues for your sake I am the hills mover, from the great escape
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Please take a look at the clouds, you see me standing on top, I’m stranded Please take a look at the clouds, you see me stranded all above, I’m standing Please take a look at the clouds, you see me standing on top, echoing all the love Please take a look at the clouds, you see me standing in the love, Echoing all above Please take a look at the clouds, you see me standing all above, echoing all the love
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Blue and green are melting down in a seed Sunshine makes you dream Sunshine makes you beg For the rain Heavy ethereal noise will make you Shine above the fields Shine above my skin Oh my little seed, don't you dream yet? These walls will feed us now These walls can help us now to ride Blind horses and mute windmills. Oh my little stems Please make me feel Stronger than these clouds Sinking in the sky I m looking for a book, A tale where I can smell The stories from the tears We used to plant In a apple tree Standing on the road Among vacant hills Among cloudy walls The man has come to me He wants to share the noise Can I sell to him The secret from the wind? The secret from your bones Burning in the sap I carry in my lungs Please gather the words Leaking from my leaves Leaking forever But blind horses and mute windmills
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Ortie 04:29
I decide today to plant Every sorrow I have felt in A valley hidden behind The noisy silence of my life I am sure I could request The feather juggler for her help To lay down safety next to her Far away from you coz You poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me like a thistle’s queen Today I could detune the sky to reverse these feelings coz You poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me like a thistle’s queen Today I could bury the trees to extract the meaning of tears On the top of the windmills We are both stories beginning In a glimpse of the daylight We are both lovers wondering Pain can’t be enchained to the words I will erase Today we are foolish enough to muzzle the silence in the game once again we’ll try You poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me like a thistle’s queen Today I could detune the sky to reverse these feelings coz You poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me, you poke the sun in me like a thistle’s queen Today I could bury the trees to extract the meaning of tears Today I could wake up alone and erase your remaining Today, I could unleash the dawn and give up with this day mare.
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Stay close to me The sun won’t recognize Our two convulsed bodies Fixed on a tree In love, I feel Can you feel my holy stream? Echoing into your dream Tonight we gonna move Hills up to the groove Let the dragonfly, let it feed your mind And all the sap is melting down All the words that we share Are written by a hopeless ant Now the bomb is on Can you feel my holy stream? Echoing into your dream Tonight we gonna move Hills up to the clouds We're gonna reach We're gonna reach In love Can you feel your naked leaves? Burning into my mouth? Can you feel my juicy spines? Leaking above your skin Our love would shake the clouds Our love would break the night Your scream can make me blossom My scream can make you come Here we’re disturbing the cities Here we are riding our dead horses Here we are opening the green box.
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I can’t spell it forever, I beg for a change Still tending to the feather, I just need a rest Time becomes a fever, a virus I can’t stop Mowing all my lovers, I can’t fit to the rules. Wedding as autumn’s leaf Friendship as beliefs Afternoons as only exit Mornings as digital music Nothing would ever remain, spelling words lost in the sand My thistle can’t you see, our world is fading My thistle can’t you see, the sky and the fields are melting My juggler can’t you dream, time has come to open you hand My mothers are the seas, I would drown myself in their poetry
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Il n’y a pas d’interrupteur Décoller les papiers peints jusqu’à la pierre Caresser les murs des deux mains, un mois au moins Et des poussières... Décalcomanie des rôdeurs de nuit Insectes aux jours froncés Volet au bois mouillé Mâcher les chagrins un à un Ranger les douleurs de la plus petite à la plus grande sur l’étagère Armoire sans fond Il n’y a pas d’interrupteur Le plafond gronde de ses airs supérieurs Les escaliers marchent à l’envers, main sur la bouche pour me faire taire Maitresse des affreux bossus des histoires à faire peur. Lèvres bleues et yeux défaits Dénouer les ombres de leurs souliers Piège à bascule, pas trébucher Il n’y a pas d’interrupteur Les minutes courent de travers La bouche pleine, les phrases font marche arrière Equilibriste bancale, inverser le signal Pas pencher, pas se retourner Murmurer les secrets aux serrures dévissées Faire mentir le silence et oublier de regarder Oublier de regarder Oublier de regarder Oublier de regarder Il n’y a pas d’interrupteur

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"Quite impressive, very well produced and intense" (Magnus Lindberg, Cult of Luna)

"Great power and well realised" (Franz Treichler, The Young Gods)

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released March 22, 2011

All music written, programmed and arranged by Grégoire Fray.
All lyrics by Grégoire Fray except as notified.
Drums performed by Gil de Chevigné.

Engineered by François Vincent and Grégoire Fray @ Polysound Studio, Brussels, Fall 2008.
Mixed by François Vincent and Grégoire Fray @ Rec'n'roll Studio, Brussels, Spring 2009.
Mastered by Tamàs Gresicki @ Recn'n'roll Studio, Brussels, Summer 2009.

Produced by Grégoire Fray & François Vincent.
© White Leaves Music 2011

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