"Dans le silence je ris,
Dans l'ivresse je pleure"

Ce morceau est de moi, j'ai commencé à l'improviser et à force de le répéter, et le répéter encore, il s'est écrit et a pris forme.

Silencieuse Et Assoiffée

Improvisation // touches noires

"Lorsque tes mains s'envolent,
mon amour, vers les miennes,
que m'apporte leur vol?
Pourquoi s'être arrêtées
brusquement sur ma bouche,
se faisant familière
comme si lors, avant,
je les avais touchées,
comme si avant d'être
elles avaient couru
sur mon front, sur ma taille?"

Pablo Neruda

Tes Mains, Un Nuage

Morceau composé par moi-même. D'abord improvisation, je l'ai joué, rejoué et rejoué jusqu'à ce qu'il s'écrive. 

Expéditions intérieures

Voix : Ross Heselton et  Léna Le Guay
Cette chanson a été écrite par Connie Converse, compositrice américaine folk des années 50. Ses enregistrements sont peu nombreux et peu connus, elle jouait le plus souvent à des fêtes devant ses amis. En 1974, elle écrit quelques lettres à sa famille et à ses amis où elle partage son intention de partir construire une nouvelle vie loin ailleurs (sûrement entre deux grandes montagnes), mais avant que les lettres n’arrivent à destination, elle avait déjà fait ses bagages, prit son Volkswagen Beetle, et depuis, plus personne n’a entendu parler d’elle. 
Simple et poétique, nous avons voulu lui rendre hommage en interprétant une de ses chansons.

Lyrics : 

In between two tall mountains
 there’s a place they call Lonesome.
 Don’t see why they call it Lonesome;
 I’m never lonesome when I go there.

 See that bird sittin’ on my windowsill?
 Well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will
 all the night through.

 See that brook runnin’ by my kitchen door?
 Well, it couldn’t talk no more
 if it was you.

 Up that tree there’s sort of a squirrel thing.
 Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling.

 In the yard I keep a pig or two.
 They drop in for dinner like you used to do.

 I don’t stand in the need of company,
 with everything I see
 talkin’ like you.

 Up that tree there’s sort of a squirrel thing.
 Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling.

 You may think you left me all alone,
 but I can hear you talk without a telephone.

 I don’t stand in the need of company,
 with everything I see
 talkin’ like you.

 See that bird sittin’ on my windowsill?
 Well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will
 all the night through.

 Just, whip-poor-will
 all the night through.

 In between two tall mountains
 there’s a place they call Lonesome.
 Don’t see why they call it Lonesome;
 I’m never lonesome now I live there.



Talking Like You (Two Tall Mountains)

Vocals : Ross and Léna
Song from the band Bright Eyes

Lyrics :
If you walk away, I'll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I'll walk this way

And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it's looking this way

And the moon's laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case
They argue walk this way, no, walk this way

And Laura's asleep in my bed
As I'm leaving she wakes up and says
"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby don't go away, come here"

And there's kids playing guns in the street
And ones pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say "enough is enough,
If you walk away, I'll walk away"
And he shot me dead

I found a liquid cure
From my landlocked blues
It'll pass away like a slow parade
It's leaving but I don't know how soon 

And the world's got me dizzy again
You think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I'm always pacing around or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
And I'm balancing history books up on my head
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
If you love something, give it away

A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended and you may be afraid
But don't walk away, don't walk away

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
"If we walk away, they'll walk away"

But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke 
We're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free start running away
Cause we're coming for you!

I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying "let me walk away, please"
You'll be free child once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
Till then walk away, walk away

So I'm up at dawn
Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving but I don't know where to
I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to




Léna Jo

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