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The scene will end
Late, late in the night
I'll pretend to be asleep
Because we're speechless, anyway
I'm scaring you, again
With conversations to myself
The tinkle of our last point
Echoes late, late in the night
You buried us, till nothing remains
Not even the sound of lovers' last breath
Trapped in a place, you cannot guess
Now quietly fading out, to pitch black shame
None of us is brave enough
To cut the string we're standing on
Your head on a slate, as a payoff
Would make my day.
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The sleeper
03:36
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My love she sleeps, oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting so be deep.
Soft may the worms about her creep
Far in the forest, dim and old.
Oh lady bright can it be right
This window open to the night
The wanton airs from the tree top
Laughingly through the lattice drop.
I swap the flame
And admit it's a fail
But i'll never forget you turned
The child I was into a man.
Can I call you lady bright
Does the nickname sounds right
It's only misunderstandings
And missed chances.
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Nine days long (OST)
01:59
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When you seem evasive you, like a magician,
Act to turn a six into a nine
How many nights before the ice to blow
How many days until I grow.
Then we'll disappear without warn anyone
I'll take you where I told you so
Where weeks are nine
Days and nights long.
Will you be part of the trip
Can you decipher what's the idea
Ice has to melt so we can see
The sun
The sun.
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Ghosts (démo)
02:01
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Late in the night
03:10
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I came back where we spent
Most of our favorite years
When all apologies were easy ;
It doesn’t matter the stunned state I felt.
I fall asleep, wide opened eyes,
Dazed about what we talked about.
The hushed noise of your hidden smiles
Leads me late, late in the night.
You buried us, 'till nothing remains
Not even the sound of lovers' last breath
Trapped in a place, we won't escape
Now quietly fading out, to pitch black shame
None of us is brave enough
To cut the string we're standing on
Your head on a slate, as a payoff
Would make my day.
The scene will end
Late, late in the night
I'll pretend to be asleep
because we're speechless, anyway
I'm scaring you, again
With conversations to myself
The tinckle of our last point
Echoes, late, late in the night.
The more I dig, the more I feel crazy.
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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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