Here's the poem to go along with it, you may recite it wherever, whenever and however you wish, just mean it.

Voleur! Voleur!
Rends-moi mon coeur
Voleur! Voleur!
Réveille-moi de ce corps
Voleur...
Oh voile val de sorte...

Les heures
Poussent comme
Les ongles d'un mort

Je veux faire l'amour au temps
Lentement, doulouresement
J'ai besoin qu'il m'aime

Il ne me même regarde pas
Quand je donne naissance
à ses chagrins

Je me suis trompé de chemin
Je me suis trompé de vie
J'ai raté la chance
Je m'assombris

Mais si l'on a manqué sa vie

It's a little lullaby I wrote for myself. Tight moment of lucidity after a perfect blue. Here's the lyrics:

I paced back and forth
Gathered up my boat
The flood left me calm
I don't care at all
If i'm good at anything
I just want to hug everything
Every sea, every sunday
Every lighthouse, waving gently
I was trying to catch the waves in my net
I know now, we are nothing.
I'll speak out, when i have the word
I'll travel the world,
making my song
From smiles left alone
Till then, I'll try not to
 pace back and forth
Thinking of my wasted youth
I'll keep makin myself new

Perfect blue, you flow through me
Spirit, you know i'll be free

After The Flood

This one's about that college life, being addicted to loosing your time on stupid shit. Don't overthink it. Here's the lyrics:

Les lumières sont cassées
Je te prends par le nez
Je t'emmène dans mes enfers
De plastique avorté.

Les métals de ta bouche
S'allument pour cette bouf farouche
Flotte mon petit gushy cherri, au dessous des mers rouges

Tu es bien sans larmes, 
tu es bien sans âme,
tu es bien sans plan. 
Tu es tout le dans le néant
Tes yeux, 
Soleils
Sans
flammes

Can you even guess
Whatchu thinkin of?
Can you even guess
If the sun is down?
You don't even know
What you re missing out on

Can you even fathom
Whatchu looking for?
Are you that scared
Of the silence in your home?
Bordom's gonna be
Your new saviour
Remember, remember, all the colour!


[Loveste obrazul sa faca sunet]

La Flemme Chronique

This one is about consolation through art and understanding, appreciating anything that can happen, because everything does happen. "Heck, if you love somebody say it outloud!" Cherish the fact that you said it. That's all, here's the lyrics:

Summer is here
Sleeping like dogs in the sun
You're impossibly near
I thought i'd tell you right now 
Some words that autumn gonna wipe away 
But they are perfectly cool for today

Summer suits you well
Your eyes cast softly spoken magic spells 
You sleep so sound 
But oh no that fat old sun is going down 
Looks like my luck is burning out

So i take my guitar, 
I pour my heart out
Lay it all on the purple ground
Oh you can see, baby, it's me
You wake up, just smile
And head downtown

Summer is here
It's got no time for my tears
The dark draws near
But fireflies appear 
When summer will end
We'll be laughing about this day 
But until then this guitar is my truest friend

L'était

I’m living strange times 
Strange turns into stranger stops 
On the porch, strange flesh rots 
New, rich flesh grows out my side 

I know nothing,
How could I?
When everything is infinite possibility 
that can admit another infinity of meaning 
And thus the cheek of a simple thing 
Turns to reveal a great eon churning 

But rejoice you mad children 
Wisdom has dripped cold down my neck 
And Ima tell you now 
exactly what she said 

Life is radical openness
If the power of the world is endless
That means that in the great happening of the universe
That necessarily passes 
through every combination of being
Through every possible expression of infinity
There always had to be someone like you 
Breathing thinking feeling exactly like you do 

So you see
you sublime oeuvre of the universe 
You always had your place reserved 
at the feast of the world 

Hey stop and listen
Listen to the joyous tears of necessity
flowing perfect 
That in your ignorance 
you call objects 

Listen how Everything is innocent
Pure and simple 
Because it is what it had to be 
And it couldn’t have been anything different

Strange Times

The Analog Gospel of the Wicked.

It picks me up
When I get down.
Apostle buissness
Is the Stuff
Jesus Christ said with a smile
"Go convert all them gentilles!"
How shall I talk to them my Lord?
He said:
"The Moog"

M(oog)athiew 13:69

Philosophy student who thinks he needs he wants to express himself. Thanks for listening!

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