HURRY UP 
(Sébastien Pelle - Alban Bouquette)
nouveau titre de Sébastien Pellé 
enregistré au Studio d'Azy par Alban Bouquette

Hurry up for what is next 
Gimme a start I’ll do the rest
We used to starve for excellency
I might be short on this currency

Hurry up for what is left
This life we’ve dreamt is out of depth 
The sky you see’s almost empty
You go public out of privacy

Out of the screen the world is slow 
The desert starts with the ego
I feel like I’m a lonely tree
I lose my leaves out of chivalry

And I know
There is just nowhere else to go

There’s no meaning to live this slow
There’s no meaning to live among ourselves 
We all bargain the best we know
We’re all living the same and it’s a lonely train

These times of ours ain’t the times of mine 
Guests are missing there’s no more wine 
I wonder who's the one to blame
From where I sit they all look the same

There’s no way to be young anymore 
On this picture you see no shore
I’m standing in the morning set
The picture goes with the last bet

Do you want sex love understanding
Too many characters and there is no meaning 
Hurry up our time is dying
I stand alone and your back is shining

On the sea

My stream alone my stream my stream alone I’m outta feet waiting for the tide
My dream alone my dream alone my dream alone my dream alone I’m outraged by the fading of light

And I know
There is just nowhere else to go
There is just nowhere else to go

Hurry up

HURRY UP

De Sébastien Pellé
Spéciale dédicace à Joane Annie Smith et Richard Paul Ashcroft.
Climbing the cocotree in Dracula City
Sébastien au chant
Enregistrement et arrangement
Alban Bouquette au Studio d'Azy

If you wanna ride
You’d better try not to wait too long
If you wanna dream
You should not wait for the end of that song

Speeches so many speeches and shrines
My mother tongue is dead
You’ve read History and you know
There is no end

It’s a pitiful harmony that just sounds like a hell
I wanna climb the coco tree until the morning bell

I’m gonna clap in a desert
I don’t know
I have no friends I have no wife
When the moon grows

And the lonely dogs in the streets
Are cold in Dracula city
Children sleep under the asphalt
And the wind blows

It’s a pitiful harmony that just sounds like a hell
I wanna climb the coco tree until the morning bell

Is that all this is all about
Clumsy prayers the world apart
Dog days walking among ruins
Kids sleeping under the asphalt
Monsters in Dracula City
They just don’t know the way it goes
Big cars in Dracula City
Are splashing noble elderlies
I have no faith I have no dream
My prayers swallowed by the stream
When love is such a luxury
For the wealthy men
You love in vain you pray in vain
Memories of Antiquity
When love is such a luxury
In Dracula City

I have no faith I have no dream
My prayers swallowed by the stream
Won’t make any diagnosis
Before we drown in the Black Sea

Dracula City

black hair

Une ronde latin-electro-pop en canon pour guitares. 
composée, interprétée, enregistrée au Studio d’Azy
par Alban jacques Bouquette
A Latin electro-pop round in canon for guitars.

Dracula City

Sébastien Pellé

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