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Through The Window
02:41
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THROUGH THE WINDOW
Leaving through the window
This place of sorrow
Leaving by the window
All the things we need to forget
Dreams and illusions
Been so good to me
Too much kind, maybe
A little man from far away
Told me one day
Even the best feelings fade till they die
I gave him my arm
To fight against trouble
And find his way back home,
To his birth
Oh, he was so UNREAL
When he had this peculiar smile
I forgot a few moments
That I was so frightened
… about stagnation
Leave the illusion
Before you get crazy
Now the utmost madness
Dwells around we,
Leave it through the window.
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3. |
Our Lady Of The Snow
05:25
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YOU SEND US POSTCARDS FROM HEAVEN,
ANGELS KEEP HANGING AROUND OUR DREAM.
TIRED OF LOVE AND ITS LITTLE CLICHES,
NEED TO LET GO OF SOME STEAM.
BY YOUR THOUGHTS, DEAR LO
OUR LADY OF THE SNOW
KEEP THE FLAT CLEAN WHEN WE’RE GONE
TO JOIN THE BUILDERS OF THE CHURCH
WHILE OUTSIDE THINKING OF HIM
THE LUST AND LOVE FEEL LIKE A LURCH
OUR SIN MAY ACTUALLY GO
BLESSED BY THE SNOW
YOU MAY RECEIVE MY BRAND LAST MAIL
YOUR DOOR IS OPENED, NOT MY JAIL
I GET SO NERVOUS WITH MY CELLS
THEY STONE MY BRAIN LIKE RINGING BELLS
I DON’T KNOW WHEN WE GO,
LADY OF THE SNOW
IN THE DARKNESS, YOU MAY GO
SEEK FEEBLE LIGHT OR GLOW…
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4. |
Skeleton
02:32
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SKELETON
This is a song about a skeleton man
Dressed in bones naked like a secret
his dark eye-holes glow in the rain
Waiting for a storm to connect
And suspect the effect he can make
On any dreamer’s dimension
His secret and the fact he can’t bet
Are giving him reason
Reason of a skeleton man
He knows about sacred and magic
Though he has no brain anymore
His nose´s holes give his face a logic
No reason for him to bore
He awaits, outta date and creates
The thrillfull visitors’ vision
(Yes and) The fact he can’t reveal his reason
Is making a worldwide secret
The secret of the skeleton man
The secret of soul,
May hide behind him…
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5. |
Jack Of Clubs
03:55
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Jack of clubs
Looking for a way out of where
Jack took life on a reel
Being out of here
He stepped out of there
Son of an angel near
He spread his life on a dream
Burning down esteem
Mother of every spleen, dwelling in
The colors of landscapes are ringing him up
He awakes to the great oblivion
To the powers of sunset, what a discovery
Hoping for next time around
Reflections on a rainy pavement
After a moment of glory
Outta spades and clubs,
Hearts and diamonds
As he gets a mountain of needs
No weight exceeds in his load
Killing in a dream
Life and everything, wuthering
He wants to get thin like the rain from the clouds
Light as any drop that falls down
With no fear to trust there’s nothing that’s left
To step out from this empty mess
Get out of this emptiness
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6. |
Black & Blunt
04:00
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Black & blunt
You should try take a look in the mirror,
Let‘s have a try on what you don‘t know well
If you gimme your time I‘ll give you true love
As it comes and ends as it breaks through a spell
Cause I have now more than a part aching,
Learning on pain while teaching suffering
Black angel is back from the Cave
Would you teach me how to get smart
When any new pain is burying me alive
Can you say if only I’m right
Before the hurricane and the fight
There’s a pain that suits better
Made of comfort and anger
The anger of bodies aching
Your deep blue eyes suit the pain better
Whatever you might take you can’t go further
Well I have now more than a part aching,
I’ve been Learning on pain after teaching suffering
Bright blue colors are illuminating
We pay no attention too busy suffering
Contrary boys are not so brave
Black angel is laughing in his grave
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Smilenigma
04:31
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SMILENIGMA
I can feel the knife in my heart one more time
You gave me life, now apart, you’re alright
The secret of your smile is a real enigma.
Now alone for a while, living a cruel dilemma.
Over the psy problems and mental health, you can smile
And tie the ribbon around my naked heart, asking « why? »
I’m lost but no question comes to my burning lips
Like the frost on a mental window, wishing for a kiss.
Psy me on, psy on time,
Time to psy the issues away
Psycho ones, born in time,
The aim is to find and loose all love;
In the mighty ray.
I’ve lost light dreaming of bodies
You’re the pine and I’m the bush if we’re tree.
The season’s passing and we’re still like lost in a dream
Death will come to change life with its steam.
With esteem you will complete this book of yours
If you stop conning me I won’t con you anymore.
The museum’s calm but the dead in my mind seems to wake up
Your smile is so fine, I want to drink from your loving cup
Psy it on, psy on place
Time passes by, places, troubles too
Psychos and mods, all in a race
Time has come to wash this out and go through…
A smile…
A secret…
The secret is the answer
The answer’s in the garden
The garden of your smile
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9. |
Dress Or Pants
04:06
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Dress or pants
When you’re based up on collective thought
And the way you dress reveals what you bought
About con & conceit you realize
Your principles not been baptized
I’ll lay a stone on your tomb
When a turtle’s fever comes to catch you.
When you’re lazy strolling all your bones
When you break down all the mourns
As the fever grows up to your face
Ask yourself how would you dress in space
You put a flower on my back
When all my ghosts well fly out
On a car sea race
With a scarf painted face
How will you find it?
If a girl asks you how to be smart
Tell her she should have known from the start
She’ll carry your load down to the tomb
When your brand new garments come and dress you.
I’ll lay a stone on your tomb
When a turtle’s fever comes to catch you.
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10. |
Finally Out
02:25
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Finally Out
He just couldn’t find the secret
He was lost like Tambuk 3
The breeze left place to summer,
And the hard liquor, aussi
Still in search for getting purer
Scratching all one’s hair
Thoughts are going under,
So the secret follows right down
He was in search
Like he was smurfed
Taken by the street boys’ games
He lost his name
In search of fame
Passed around the city rains
Taken by a secret
The secret is the instant
The judgement without con
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11. |
"3"
02:40
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« 3 »
3 times spliff
Living in another dimension
Hazy drifts
Floating on motion
Those lazy tricks behind
Gotta build your shelf with fire
To end it up with death
And then take a breath
Oooh, oooh, oooh
3 by 3
Like what we done
Build with me
The shape of the One’s throne
Oooh, oooh, oooh
The three crowned souls
Are right above us
Stop playing roles
And build a brand new frame
To welcome the One
Oooh, oooh, oooh
The Threes will welcome the One
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12. |
Throne
09:33
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THRONE
When I think about your space
I’m feeling like lacing your shoes
As they are broken,
They never tie
Cannot justify
Any kind of sudden fuck
Stop chatting ‘round
Like helpless mouses
The movie’s over
Let’s reach the house
Come now get down
While becomes raw
The guilty power of your fucking flower
Your fields of hatred
That count for fields
When you swallow bastard
Ghosts and pills
But
There is no you
There is no you
To which I suffer
Please give your order
Things get less bitter
For which I suffer,
There is no you
I wanna be your throne
(why you thrown me away?)
Be your throne
Your throne
Throne
Your Etc.
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13. |
Comme Un Nénuphar...
04:48
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Liryc "non stop" Serrot Saint Geniès, France
Cyril Torres
Born june 23rd 1970 in Nîmes, France.
Drummer, composer, songwriter, singer, guitars & keyboards
player, DJ.
Music studies : piano, double bass, percussions, music culture, solfeggio, electroacoustics, "guitar craft" courses with Robert Fripp in 1989.
Founding member of audio-mastick (electronic live collective, 2001-2011)
Co-founder of Alice Khan with Pascal Deleuze
... more
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