Brividi

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A Night In Dublin


Have you ever spent 
A night in Dublin
With your head spinning 
And your tongue free-wheeling 

Have you ever tried
To smoke the smoke
You smoked just to save it
For a little more 

Have you ever spent 
A night in Dublin
Wearing a pioneer hat
And thinking of Arizona instead

Have you ever been walking 
Through these Irish street
Listening to the echo 
Of your own voice deep

I was playing in my mind
That nicest riff of my life
Answering that to you
You can get bored in California too


So let’s sing along tonight
Let’s sing along under this rain 
Let’s sing along together 
This life
We can’t make it right 
But like this Dublin’s night
It smells so nice and fine


Have you ever spent 
A night in Dublin
With your head spinning 
And your tongue free-wheeling 

Have you ever tried
To smoke the smoke
You smoked just to save it
For a little more 


Have you ever spent 
A night in Dublin
Wearing a pioneer hat
And thinking of Arizona instead

Have you ever been walking 
Through these Irish street
Listening to the echo 
Of your own voice deep

I was playing in my mind
The nicest riff of my life
Answering that to you
You can get bored in California too



So let’s sing along tonight
Let’s sing along under this rain 
Let’s sing along together 
This life
We can’t make it right 
But like this Dublin’s night
It smells so nice and fine

(Why should I go to Paris?
I’m in Dublin)

(Why should I go to New York City?
I’m in Dublin)

(why should I go to London Town
Oh
I’m in Dublin )

(Enjoying the fireworks) 

You gotta eat when you’re hungry 
You know

A Night In Dublin

Par amour du beau
Du bon et du juste
Ils murmurent des doutes
Des ombres qui s’ajustent
Les voix se lèvent
Mais l’écho s’efface
Un murmure de feu
Une flamme qui embrasse
Tu vois l’orage
Tu sens la pluie
Mais au fond
C’est toi qui choisis
Se lever quand tout se tait
Se briser pour ce qu’on est
Marcher seul
À contrevent quand quelque chose te tarabuste
Par amour du beau
Du bon et du juste
Dans les silences lourds
Les regards figés
Les murs se resserrent
Mais l’âme veut bouger
Un pas
Un cri
Une fissure qui s’étend
Ils ne voient que le vent
Toi
Tu vois l’instant
Les chaînes sont douces
Mais elles pèsent encore
Un souffle suffit pour briser le décor
Respire
Écoute
La vérité murmure
Elle danse dans l’ombre
Elle est ta parure
Se lever quand tout se tait
Se briser pour ce qu’on est
Marcher seul
À contrevent quand quelque chose te tarabuste
Par amour du beau
Du bon et du juste

Par amour du Beau, du Bon et du Juste (Prismatic Edit)

Je n’attends rien… je tends le soir aux songes  
Je laisse les lueurs glisser, lentes, qui prolongent  
Je vous aime sans détour, sans dessein  
Comme un souffle se glisse entre les mains  

Je vous le soufflerai, suave et sans éclat  
Avec la lenteur liquide des pas  
Mot après mot, murmure après murmure  
Je délierai vos silences, vos armures  

Goutte à goutte, je me faufile en vous  
Comme une pluie de velours au seuil des verrous  
Lettre à lettre, je laisse couler  
Ma liqueur lente dans vos pensées  

Je veux verser ma voix dans vos veines  
Comme une onde qui s’épanche et se promène  
Qu’elle caresse vos doutes, qu’elle sème ses lueurs  
Qu’elle se love au plus doux de vos heures  

Je ne réclame rien, je ne retiens pas  
Je me fonds dans la brume, je demeure là  
Heure après heure, lentement je me glisse  
Comme la lumière lèche une vitre lisse  

Goutte à goutte, je me faufile en vous  
Comme une pluie de velours au seuil des verrous  
Lettre à lettre, je laisse couler  
Ma liqueur lente dans vos pensées  

Et si, un soir, sous un ciel sans défense  
Vous sentez frissonner une douce présence  
Alors peut-être, dans un souffle suspendu  
Vous murmurerez : “Moi aussi…” éperdu  

Goutte à goutte, je me faufile en vous  
Comme une pluie de velours au seuil des verrous  
Lettre à lettre, je laisse couler  
Ma liqueur lente dans vos pensées  

Goutte à goutte…  
Velours et pluie douce…  
Je vous aime… en silence.

Goutte à goutte

We never spoke in simple lines,
Our truths were tuned, our hearts in rhyme.
You’d drop a verse, I’d hum reply,
Two melodies beneath one sky.

In every chord, a clue was cast,
In every key, a glance that passed 
We borrowed words from vinyl ghosts,
And said the things we feared the most.

We were speaking in songs, not saying a thing,
Letting Lennon and Cohen confess what we mean.
Every chorus concealed what our courage postponed,
We were lovers who whispered through microphones.

You’d cue the crackle, soft and sly,
A sigh disguised in “I’ll Be Fine.”
I’d send a tune at 2 A.M.,
A trembling truth in requiem.

And in those tracks, our souls entwined,
Between the bass and borrowed lines 
Our love was played, not plainly told,
A secret spun in stereo gold.

We were speaking in songs, not saying a thing,
Letting Billie and Bowie translate our feelings.
Every bridge that we crossed was a record we’d known,
We were ghosts in a groove, decoding our tones.

Some nights I still scroll through the sound,
Your voice’s echo wrapped in vinyl round.
A needle finds what lips once meant,
Our silences still instrument.

We were speaking in songs, not saying a thing,
Letting lyrics and longing entwine in between.
Now the station is static, but the feeling’s not gone 
We still speak in songs…
when the silence comes on.

Ghosts in a groove

Des mots incandescents

Brabamobile

This track blends cynical storytelling with a high-energy surf-punk arrangement, moving from the perspective of a naive kid to a hardened accomplice in under three minutes.

Fast tempos, spring reverb, and anti-establishment anthems.

[Verse]

Raining cats and dogs
Maybe all is lost
Maybe I'm just a soft little sheep
In a big wolf's world

[Chorus]

An innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system
I am an innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system
I am an innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system
I am an innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system

[Verse]

Eighteen years old
I'm on a rig in the North Sea
My boss
He takes me by the arm
And he shows me

[Prechorus]

These pipes and wires and flames and fire
It's all about the crude oil
It's all about the power
I'm telling you now
Kid
One day you'll learn
When it comes to the world
You either get rich or you get burned

[Chorus]

And I am an innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system
I am an innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system
I am an innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system
I am an innocent victim
Suckered in by some big dumb system

[Bridge]

Guilty as sin
And I never said that I wasn't
Guilty as sin
And I never said that I wasn't
Guilty as sin
And I never said that I wasn't
Guilty as sin
And I never said that I wasn't

Conduit - Innocent Victim

It all started by « Ça plane pour moi » with a Bontempi.
Notes are nothing, emotions are everything.

Brabamobile

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