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Eolien
01:25
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2. |
Take a bow and Run
04:28
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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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3. |
Dancing in the Corn
00:46
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4. |
Moved Hills (edit)
03:24
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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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5. |
Spellbound Fields
07:04
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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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6. |
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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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7. |
Ortie
04:29
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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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8. |
Solid Insecure Flower
06:00
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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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9. |
The Hour Speller
06:19
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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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10. |
Obscured by the Wind
05:57
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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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Thot Brussel
After an audacious cover of Pink Floyd's "What Shall We Do Now?" in 2021, the collective entered 2022 with "Méandres", an Ep in which the French language finds its place within 3 new unleashed tracks, including a collaboration with female singers of the polyphonic choir "Le Mystère des Voix Bulgares". ... more
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