The Dancer Stream

We are now enclosed
Into a bottle, down
the road is turning into a hot salt lake 
nevermore cars 
nevermore horses 

We are now enclosed
Into an orange sky
The lands are turning into a small grain of sand
nevermore trains
nevermore oceans

Salt lake days

Black Sirup

Fantasy

We build to get what's lost in your dreams
We paint on your black eyes some horses
You're asleep and feel weary

You feel as cold as dead
You no longer shiver man

Some horses

à l'est des grandes citadines 
j'entends vomir le glas
les pas de milliers de soldats
bourdonnent vers l'orient lointain
à travers les glaciers        
on les entend rugir 
leurs souffles guerriers 
ont stoppé l’hégire
incendiant la Crimée 
aux rythmes des rires  
avant de s’essouffler
guidés par leur haine
vers l'ouest d'ébène   

Im Osten der grossen Städte
Höre ich wie die Totenglocke 
ihr Geläut ausspeit 
Die Schritte tausender 
Soldaten
Ertönen dumpf in den fernen Orient
Durch die Gletscher hindurch
Hört man sie brüllen 
Ihr krigerischer Atem 
Hat die Hedschra gestoppt 
Und dabei die Krim feuerrot 
gefärbt
Im Rhythmus der Gelächter 
Bevor sie ausser Atem geraten
Von ihrem Hass gelenkt
Weit weit in den Westen hinein 

Soldaten (avec Yersinia Pestis)

An electric thought lands on a tear drop
Both are looking for flames 
Both looked for each other for a long time

An electric flash strips the room down
And fades
An ecstatic thought lands on the radio
And scrambles the show

My radio weeps
I enjoy the scratch 

Electric Thoughts (avec Hoel Moce)

I'm climbing up his back to see
What he looks for
I stand on his head to hear 
His last thought

Then I jump from the tower he plans
Then I stand on a cloud for hours
Then we kiss on a strange building
Then I draw my mind on the ground

And that day never ends
All the hours slowly fade

Now we run over the trains, forever
And smoke
Now the light is turning red
Northern lights and planes

The Stranger (avec Léo Duncan)

Should I laugh when you order me to smile
Should I laugh when you order me to play
You don't even have sweets, no more
You know I can't stand you anymore

You're a dead friend, you know
Now it's over let me down
As I let you crawl

Crawl

So Long Dear Satan

Trend

Run
Run that way
Don't even try to say that you want more
You're trapped

Run as a prey
You're trapped

Run That Way

You don't have that grace anymore
All your life smells like nevermore
You don't mind the phlegm anymore
All the time you shiver and bore

You just need some blood
You just have a knife
You just need some wine
You just have your fears

Oh Lord you're nervous
Like a dead hen
My Lord what's happened
In your long night
You Lord you're safe now
In a long dream
My Lord you nervous
Your eyes are open

Nevermore

Set down the paper tiger outside
Let down some pictures of you inside
At dawn a spirit will come
Let down your speech and look at the cards, as a gift.
They will tell you what to do

They will tell you what to think
In that divine smoke
They will tell you how to choose
In that sharp moment

Stop the things you do

Let the man mix up your signs
Let him goes inside your fears
Take your future as a gift
Take it and go have a drink

Let's have a drink
See the death as far as the moon
Let's have a drink
Take your future as a gift and soon

Let the stars out of you
Let them burn what's the true
Look at the cards, they draw a door
Come inside, there's a store
So you can buy what you want
Buy the will
Let the pills
Let the ill

They will tell you what to do
In that divine day
They will tell you what to do
Don't go blind, they said

Stop the things you do

Let the man mix up your signs
Let him goes inside your fears
Take your future as a gift
Take it and go have a drink

Let's have a drink
See the death as far as the moon
Let's have a drink
Take your future as a gift and soon

Take You Futur As A Gift

In the street goes a guy
Looks odd, fleshless and tired
In the air flees this gal
Avoiding the sadness of her mind

And they're both losing their way
In this foggy cosmic day
And they're both crossing their roads
As their bones are melting in lands

Down in the air
Up in the ground
Missing a drink
And many other ones
Building their roads

Now they're both living their ways
In this foggy cosmic town
And they're both keeping this day
As a reminder, they don't know why


Brush Past Your Life (avec Léo Duncan)

You have to run
Oh don't stumble
I'm just behind

You have to think
About your hands
I will cut off

You're the sinner
Who will burn
Another bastard
It's your turn

The dirty hands 
On my lovely bird
That dirty look
I will cool down

You have to run
No don't stumble
I may have a gun

You have to sleep
In the pain for hours
Your velvet dream is gone

I will snatch
Every parts
Of your being

Another Bastard

Why They Hide Their Bodies Under My Garage

I no longer look
At the knife under my skin
You could feel 
Those violent waves sneak in
Watch them getting down on me

I'm climbing now
Over the real
Asking my reason to leave

The Knife

We’re feeling safe and we’re feeling happy
No one can touch us here, we’re all on our own
The streetlight’s shining in the rain outside here
The floors are wooden and the walls made of stone

We don’t like the looks of our neighbour’s grubby washing
We don’t like the screams of our neighbour’s grubby child
Nobody’s perfect – except for us, of course
Our hands are clean and our minds are sterile

The lives we lead are pure without exemption
Our upper lips stiff but our backs without a spine
We close our eyes to the things we can’t face up to
No need for vision in the land of the blind

The knives in our pockets are long and well-sharpened
We stick them into people that we don’t even know
It’s not that we’re looking for a violent confrontation
But unconventionality we just won’t allow

Invertebrates

I stand there alone
I feel it in my bones
I'm starring at the east
People goes like beasts
All the dreams are clean
And all the screams are muffled

All the cars at dawn
Drive some journeys, down
All the roads are drowned 
I dive within the stones

I stand there again
It starts to soak my brain
I'm starring at the beasts
They go down just like this
All the days are clean
And all the screams are muffled

Journeys

I stand here on the line
Behind which there's a hole
I stand here in the cold
No need for your waves

And now who cares
Nothing left from the past few days
Nothing stands in our flesh
But some ills
And now who lives in the pain

I stand here on the line
Just beside the hole
I  stand here on a island
It is falling
It is falling

If The Darkness

Ceux qui sans se soucier
Des airs qu'ils propagent
Ceux qui sans pourtant crier
Ont l'air de sauvages
Eux qui ramassent demain
Se voient déjà hier

Ceux qui sur les hauteurs
S'imprègnent du vide
Ceux pour qui les grandeurs
Se teintent d'acide
Eux qui ramassent pour rien
Se noyaient déjà hier

Dans leurs circuits
Brûlent des lames
Elles s'enchainent à leurs corps
Les trainent ailleurs
Dans leurs pupilles
Circule la lave
Des volcans éteins depuis toujours
À l'intérieur de leurs corps
On voit le vide
Sur leurs os pâles
L'opale traîne ici ou là
Dans leurs cervelles

Ils campent là-haut
Ne savent plus quoi faire
De leurs ailes

Opale

Au long des ivresses 
Dans l'épique colère
Nos corps se défont
Cherchent l'arctique solaire
Au loin on se berce
Du jeu des icebergs
Leurs angles enveloppant 
Rappellent ces nuits chaudes
Et pâles lorsqu'on s'étale
Sur la banquise où l'on frôle
Le bord des précipices 
Où s'enfoncent les vices

Ta mémoire est courte
Et sur tes pieds la neige coule
Ton chemin s'écourte
Tu arrives et tu t'écroules

Au loin on se berce
Du jeu des icebergs
Leurs angles enveloppant
Rappellent ces nuits chaudes
Le désert nous guette
Sa blancheur et son calme
Dans les crevasses on trouve
Le vent glacé des squelettes
Les pôles nous attirent
Leur puissance est magnétique
On échoue là, dans l'arctique
De nos désirs fous

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