L'araignée sympa de mon quartier

I mark the stars from edge to core  
I blaze a path, then close the door  
Each system scanned, each sky I cross  
Is one more gift — and one more loss  

No home out here, just points and lines  
A map of futures not yet mine  
But maybe yours, when you're grown tall  
You'll walk the path I can't at all  

I’m not just wanderin’ through the black  
I’m leavin’ trails I won’t come back  

Hold that stone  
And stand your ground  
I won’t be long  
Though stars surround  

Each rock I send  
Is more than dust  
It’s my way home  
It’s all my trust  

The suns I chase burn out too fast  
But stars are made for those who last  
I send a shard from every place  
A coded thread, a line through space  

One day, you'll stand where I once stood  
And see the stars the way I could  
The road I traced with boots and fire  
Laid out for you — my one desire  

No glory waits where silence grows  
But this is how the future knows  

Hold that stone  
A light in dark  
I carved your name  
It bears your mark  

When you feel lost  
Or on your own  
Just look ahead  
And hold that stone  

If I am dust before you start  
Then let these stones become your chart  
Each one a beacon in the grey  
To guide your steps beyond my day  

I hold a stone from every place  
Each one a shard of time and space  
I carved your name in every one  
A silent vow, not yet undone  

These little pieces, cold and rough  
Are all I’ve got when times get tough  
They carry hope across the night  
A beacon’s glow, a steady light  

Sometimes I miss the sounds of home  
The laughter, fields, and rolling stones  
But out here’s where my soul belongs  
In unknown skies and silent songs  

Each step I take, I’m torn in two  
The road ahead, or back to you  
But even lost, I won’t forget  
The life I’ve lived, the one I’ve set  

I’m not just wanderin’ through the black  
I’m leavin’ trails I won’t come back  

Hold that stone  
To guide your heart  
When stars fall low  
And worlds drift far  

Each weight you feel  
Is love, not chain  
My hands are gone  
But not in vain  

I drift away, but leave a spark,  
A light to guide you through the dark.  
Far from sight, but close at heart,  
The trails I blaze won’t fall apart.  
Though miles away, my steps remain,  
To bring you back through starry plains.  

Hold that stone  
When I’m long gone  
Hold that stone  
And carry on  

From sky to sky  
Through fire and rain  
My trail remains  
In your name

Hold that stone

I’m runnin’ barefoot through the yard,
Mama waves up at the stars.
“There he comes,” she says with pride,
His ship glows low in the evening sky.

He lands with boots of dust and flame,
A worn-out hat, but he’s just the same.
He lifts me up, his arms so wide,
With stories stitched behind his eyes.

Time runs, runs 
runs, runs 
Time runs, runs — but he returns,
He returns with the morning sun.

The wind blows, blows 
blows, blows 
The wind blows where he flies,
Daddy comes back, and life replies.

“Dad, is Saturn cold and gold?
Do Pluto’s lights feel small or bold?”
He grins and points up through the blue,
“Saw comets dance and planets move.”

I draw his maps on every wall,
With stars and moons and ports so small.
He says the void ain’t dark and bare,
It’s full of songs and breathin’ air.

Time runs, runs 
runs, runs 
Time runs, runs — but he returns,
He returns with the morning sun.

The wind moves, moves 
moves, moves
The wind moves, where he goes,
Daddy comes back, and it shows.

He’s out where silence has a sound,
But still I feel him hangin’ ‘round.
I watch the stars and close one eye,
Pretend I’m with him, floatin’ high.

He sends me notes with stardust ink,
Says, “Keep on growin’ — don’t you blink.”
And when I hear those engines near,
I laugh out loud — he’s close, he’s here.

Time runs, runs 
runs, runs 
Time runs, runs — but he returns,
He returns with the morning sun.

The wind sings, sings 
sings, sings
The wind sings soft and true,
Daddy comes back, and skies turn blue.

My friends all talk of jobs and roads,
But I dream wild through telescopes.
His old logbook beneath my bed,
Still smells of fire and things he said.

I see him laughing past the moons,
Drawin’ paths with silver runes.
One day, I’ll ride beyond the shore,
And chase the stars he’s searchin’ for.

Time runs, runs 
runs, runs 
Time runs, runs — but he returns,
He returns with the morning sun.

The wind calls, calls
calls, calls
The wind calls out his name,
Daddy comes back, just the same.

I packed my boots and locked the gate,
He smiled like fate had learned to wait.
“I’m ready now,” I said out loud,
His eyes lit up — a little proud.

Two shadows rise into the black,
But this time, I ain't lookin’ back.
We ride as one through cosmic flame,
The stars all whisperin’ our names.

Time runs, runs 
runs, runs 
Time runs, runs — but he returns,
He returns with the morning sun.

The wind lifts, lifts
lifts, lifts
The wind lifts all we say,
This time we fly as two — and light the way.

Time runs, runs 
runs, runs 
Time runs, runs 
runs, runs

Time runs

Père Castor
Raconte-nous une histoire
Père Castor
Raconte-nous une histoire
Ils possèdent tout : la Terre, la mer, les verres 
Et nous ? Tout ce qu’il nous reste ce sont nos vers.
On crache nos rimes comme on crache nos colères,
Pendant qu’ils font des toasts, nous on fait la guerre.
Ils veulent l’opéra, les billets, les projecteurs 
Pendant qu’on joue leur pièce, dans la douleur… 
Ce qu’ils auront ce sera un remake
1 7 8 9 … Tu veux la devinette ?
Regarde-les, ils trinquent au sommet,
Pendant qu’on compte nos dettes sur des sonnets.
Ils pensent qu’on dort, qu’on gobe la disquette,
Mais l’Histoire est un disque… elle prépare ses cassettes. 
Ils simulent dans leurs show,
Pendant qu’on crève la dalle, meurtris. 
Ils imposent leurs politiques de facho,
Réintègrent les idées de Mussolini.
Dans des émissions médiatisé
Et le peuple devient un écho dressé
Père Castor,
Raconte-nous une histoire.
Prépare-toi, 
Il faut que tu voies la voie, 
Tu dois sortir de cette purée de pois.
Les élites ne seront jamais avec toi, 
Ils ne t’accepteront jamais.
Jamais,
Jamais,
Jamais.
Tu ne seras jamais à leur table,
Et si jamais ils t’invitent à leur festin 
N'y vas Jamais
Jamais
Jamais
Jamais 
C’est toi le festin.
Ils jouent avec nos vies comme on joue aux osselets,
Font de beaux discours, se prennent pour des prophètes.
S’affichent en costard, s'inventent patriotes,
Pendant ce temps, on fait taire l’enfant,
On apaise la mère du petit osselait,
Ils ont appuyé sur la gâchette,
La Team Rocket du peuple : les élites, les bien-pensants.
Ils brandissent le drapeau en brûlant celui des victimes,
Glorifient leurs clients, aux réseaux illégitimes.
Appauvrissent le peuple tout en prétendant
Qu’il suffit d’être là, de rester souriant,
De traverser la rue, comme un bon petit servant.
Ils disent "Nation, tradition", mais n’y connaissent rien,
Ici c’est silence, cambouis, terre et coups de main.
C’est l’odeur du bois, des bêtes et la gnole du voisin,
C’est des mains qui saignent pour nourrir les leurs demain.
Ils se drapent d’or et de promesses,
Mais ignorent la douleur du matin.
Quand le vent te gifle, te transpercent les mains, 
Te presse, comme un patron assassin. 
Une seule solution, prendre la forteresse.
Père Castor,
Raconte-nous une histoire.
Prépare-toi, 
Il faut que tu voies la voie, 
Tu dois sortir de cette purée de pois.
Les élites ne seront jamais avec toi, 
Ils ne t’accepteront jamais. 
Jamais,
Jamais,
Jamais.
Tu ne seras jamais à leur table,
Et si jamais ils t’invitent à leur festin 
N'y vas Jamais
Jamais
Jamais
Jamais 
C’est toi le festin.
Quand ils seront à leur festin
1 7 8 9... On iras au petit matin
Il faut faire valoir nos droits
Remercier ces élites comme il se doit
Pas de parachute dorée
1 7 9 2... Les têtes dans le panier.
Le temps des serfs est clos
On détruira les rails de pablo
Les pochons des agresseurs
On fera taire tout ces menteurs
Plus de privilèges, de palais dorées
Plus de chaîne de soie, d'immunité
On ne veut pas les clés, les coffres ou les toits
Ce qu’on veut c’est :
Une liberté,
Une égalité,
Une fraternité.
Ils ne connaissent pas la peur du froid,
Ni la peur du manque ou de la proie,
Que l’abondance les étouffe et que l’ennui les flamboie.
On veut pas leur trône, on veut pas leur roi,
On veut que la vie reprenne ses droits.
Pas leur pouvoir, ni leur argent stérile,
On veut juste redevenir humains, tranquilles.
Père Castor,
raconte nous une histoire
Père Castor, 
raconte nous deux histoires
Père Castor, 
mets tes lunettes,
Père Castor, 
Regarde bien…
Père Castor, 
Le conte est terminé.
Mais le cauchemar commence.

Raconte moi une histoire

1, 2, 3

When I met you,
You tried to push me out of view.
You said, “You know that girl? She's pretty, right?”
“You should talk to her… maybe tonight.”

But

This girl didn’t laugh like you,
Didn’t move or smile like you,
Didn’t eat or dream like you,
Didn’t shine the way you do!

And I saw it clear,
The one I held near,
The one I’d break for,
Lose every stake for —
Wasn’t your friend,
No...
It was you.

So I took the train,
Heart full of pain,
Running through the rain,
Calling out your name.
I need your flame,
Don’t want no fame,
I say it again — again, again.
I wanna live just a second with you.
(Yeah, I wanna live…)

You were never easy,
But you were real — wild and breezy.
You tore up every rule,
And I dove in like a fool.

You’re untamed and unforgettable,
A wild heart, so unpredictable.
Even when the world spins wrong,
You're the chaos that feels like home.

No one ever moved like you,
Ever took me high like you,
Ever lit my fire like you,
Ever broke my mind like you,
No one ever hit like you.

And I’ve got no doubt,
I’ve mapped this route.
Even if it burns,
Even if it turns —
I’m all in, no excuse,
I’m addicted to you.

So I took the train,
Heart full of pain,
Running through the rain,
Calling out your name.
I need your flame,
Don’t want no fame,
I say it again — again, again.
I wanna live just a second with you.
(Yeah, I wanna live…)

Drop the walls, cut the ties,
Let me fall, I won’t disguise.
If it’s a trap, I’ll take the fall,
You're my risk — I want it all.

I took the train,
Said it again,
Still feel the flame,
Still say your name.

I wanna live,
Even just a second with you.
Just a second with you...
Only one,
With you.

(Yeah, I wanna live,
Even just a second with you)

L'araignée sympa de mon quartier

Henart

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