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hey, do you remember this day
when you helped me breathe underwater ?
i was exhausted, out of air,
when you hold me your hand and said
"you have no reason stayin' here,
i'm here to draw you up.
So please follow the girl you used to love,
do not wound her, for a thousand time".
i'd love to follow you out,
but sea is where i remain to live,
so dive and join me, offer me your lips,
it might be enough to help me breathe for years.
Please follow the girl you used to love for years
Pushed back on the wall, with shells in the shoes.
The only way for me to live is out in the ocean.
Pushed back on the wall, with shells in the shoes.
Now let me breathe...
hey, do you remember this day
when you helped me breathe underwater ?
you came to steal tears from the tide,
and glue each of them in my eyes.
It could be helpful for lovers,
makes them feel innocent again.
Hoping, loving, nothing...
but it might be enough to help me breathe for years.
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Rags
04:00
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poor boy doesn't feel right
he's sick and tired
small eyes, no smile,
dressed in rags.
since he was a child he's ashamed
and never accept to hold any other hand.
he believe he's forgotten and possessed,
that everyone's here for him to blame.
let's see,
let's see : buy him a bunch of poppies,
better bet he'll sniff the flowers.
look at them dry and dessicate !
you'll guess how stricken is the man
has not so much enemies nor friends
but likes to bash heads.
no smile.
rags.
poor boy doesn't feel right
he's sick and tired
small eyes, no smile
and dressed in rags.
he has pain in the chest, and scars on the flesh
he's so worn for his young age.
nothing he might be missing at this point
but so many things he'll feel very sorry for.
it's been 15 springs of loneliness,
being a mother for his sisters
15 springs trying to be clever
but torn in the end by several excesses
that's when he cowardly left them
and never confessed.
my poor boy is big and strong
and will stay strong, you'll be wrong
as long he's gonna keep heads up
and won't venture underwater.
my boy doesn't feel right , he's sick and tired
small eyes.
rags.
poor boy doesn't feel right
he's sick and tired
small eyes, no smile
and dressed in rags.
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Gems & Treasures
02:33
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Really, do i have to read this letter
right in front of you ?
it's gonna make you laugh or cry
because you get upset sometimes
you don't want to hear this draft
but i commend your courage
while you keep your smile on.
We knew that all was about growing up
we both guess what it says
i pull off the veil and start to read
what is a shimmering love letter.
You collect the gems
you brought me.
and i the treasures,
and in a whisper we escape.
is it your voice
calling for me?
mud trickles from the phone
and flow the all ground.
Now you lose your gemstones
in the middle of the sludge
now you hate me
me and my treasures.
Oh no you dive and fumble
but i still listen to
to this voice on the phone
this voice i adore !
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collection Lyon, France
Collection accumule les objets sonores glanés sur son chemin, les arrachant à leur utilité pour en susciter un sens nouveau. Dans son cabinet de curiosité, les merveilles fréquentent les monstres et l’abeille tutoie le loup. On tend alors l’oreille à ce que Collection veut bien nous dire de ses obsessions, à ce que la pudeur nous révèle de rugueux, à la sagesse d’un loup qui tutoie une abeille. ... more
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