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(freewrite session lyrics)

you had me crawling on cloud nine, waiting ‘til the stars align
all until you’d change your mind, like you do every fucking time.
and i fell down while you got high; you say you love me in another life
but i traded you my heart for knives, like i do every fucking time.

and it drives me up the walls how you bring me to the floor;
dodging all my calls, you keep me begging you for more.
it drives me up the walls how i thought you were the one;
it drives me up the walls how i’m back down on your floor.

and we’ve been at each other’s throats, trying hard to cut the rope
but you’d say that it’s all my fault, like you weren’t the one stooping low.
when i always knew you’d let me down, from the way you walked in i could tell,
but you know i hate it when you’re not around;
you know i hate how you won’t help yourself.

and it drives me up the walls how you bring me to the floor;
dodging all my calls, you keep me begging you for more.
it drives me up the walls how i thought you were the one;
it drives me up the walls how i’m back down on your floor.

and you go, and i wait, you don’t call, you hide face;
when you go, i won’t wait, i won’t take it to the grave.

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Véronique Lacroix - Direction

Natasha Henry - Voix

Charles Gezi Yu - Flûte
Kira Cochrane-Pagé - Clarinette
Laurianne Paradis - Cor
Yori Lang - Trombone
Aurélien Brecht - Percussion
Catherine Bertrand - Piano
Marie-Émilie Gagnon - Violon
Anaïs Saucier Lafond - Violon
Elsa Barozzi - Violon
Mathis Péloquin-Tilly - Alto
Aidan Fleet - Violoncelle
Léo Lanièce - Contrebasse

Jules Bastin-Fontaine - Mastering

Poème :

« Passe. 
La bêche sidérale 
autrefois là s’est engouffrée. 
Ce soir un village d’oiseaux 
très haut exulte et passe.

Écoute aux tempes rocheuses 
des présences dispersées 
le mot qui fera ton sommeil 
chaud comme un arbre de septembre.

Vois bouger l’entrelacement 
des certitudes arrivées 
près de nous à leur quintessence, 
ma Fourche, ma Soif anxieuse !

La rigueur de vivre se rode 
sans cesse à convoiter l’exil.
Par une fine pluie d’amande, 
mêlée de liberté docile, 
ta gardienne alchimie s’est produite, 
ô Bien aimée ! »

- René Char, Fureur et Mystère : Conduite.

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