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diamond eyes

A song about the depths a man goes through to refine his love.

The song 'Man Shaving' by The Infinity Chamber is a poignant exploration of the complexities of love and sacrifice. It tells the story of a man who goes above and beyond to perfect his love, only to find himself torn between love and self-hollowness. The song uses metaphors of daily routine tasks, like shaving and grooming, to underline the vulnerability and the struggle of staying grounded in the mundane, while simultaneously aiming at higher states. The lyrics touch on feelings of coldness and self-doubt, suggesting a struggle with personal identity and self-worth. In the end, despite his tribulations, the man still finds himself helplessly drawn into the one he loves.

lyrics

I am a man who holds his hand for you

I am a man who took the stand for you

I am a man who chooses nails for you

I am a man who tears down veils for you


Cuts his face, yearns for grace

Combs his hair, makes repair.


I am the man who cooks his heart for you

I am the man who comes apart for you


Breaks his vows, stoops and bows

Waste his time, walks in line


I am fine half the time

And there are seasons in my mind

Could I be the coldest fish?

What was it Midas did wish?


I am the man who picks flowers for you

I am the man who storms towers for you


Falls in love, fallen in love

And there's no doubt you'll draw me out.

Man Shaving

The Wedding Song

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Translation above

La Femme 

Quand devant moi se balance 
La femme 
Avec un regard qui lance 
Des flammes 
Je voudrais être celui 
Qui attend toute la nuit 
Que surgisse devant lui 
La femme, la femme 
Mais déjà elle m'abandonne
La femme
Pour celui qui éperonne
Son âme
Et je reste dans mon coin
Pendant qu’elle s'envole au loin
Comm’ les oiseaux au matin
La femme, la femme
 
Et quand je la sens qui frôle 
La femme 
Du bout des doigts mon épaule 
La femme 
Envoûté par sa prunelle 
Je me sens pousser des ailes 
Et je galope vers elle 
La femme, la femme 
Mais elle freine mon élan 
La femme 
Quand mon cœur incandescent 
S'enflamme 
Et je reste au garde à vous 
Comme au premier rendez-vous 
Pour éviter son courroux 
La femme, la femme 

Elle a fait de moi son jouet
La femme 
M'obligeant à l'appeler 
Madame 
Quand je rampe vers son lit
Et qu'elle sonne l'hallali 
Ell’ veut que je la supplie 
L'infâme, l'infâme 
Ell’ m'a mis autour du cou 
La femme 
UN collier orné de clous 
Quel drame 
Je me traîne à ses genoux 
Pour ses caresses et ses coups 
Ell’ me cloue et me décloue 
La femme, la femme
 
Mais je sais qu'un jour viendra 
La femme 
Qui mettra dans de beaux draps 
Mon âme 
De Toulouse ou bien de Lille 
D'Italie ou du Brésil 
Débarquera sur mon île 
La femme, la femme 
Ell’ se pendra à mon cou 
La femme 
Offrant son cœur à mon coup 
De lame 
Alors par un beau matin 
Mon pas à côté du sien 
J'Irai tenant par la main 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Paroles de Lucien Corma, 03/2005

The Woman 

When before me sways 
the woman 
With a look that throws 
Flames 
I'd like to be the one 
Who waits all night 
For her to appear 
The woman, the woman 
But already she abandons me
the woman
For the one who spurs
Her soul
And I stay in my corner
While she flies away in the distance
Like birds in the morning
The woman, the woman
 
And when I feel her brush 
The woman 
With her fingertips on my shoulder 
the woman 
Bewitched by her eyes 
I feel myself grow wings 
And I gallop towards her 
The woman, the woman 
But she stops me 
the woman 
When my incandescent heart 
Goes up in flames 
And I stand at attention 
Like on a first date 
To avoid his wrath 
The woman, the woman 

She made me her plaything
the woman 
Forcing me to call her 
Madame 
When I crawl into bed
And she sounds the alarm 
She wants me to beg 
The infamous, the infamous 
She put around my neck 
the woman 
A studded necklace 
What a drama 
I crawl to her knees 
For her caresses and blows 
She nails me and unnails me 
The woman, the woman
 
But I know a day will come 
The woman 
Who'll get my soul 
My soul 
From Toulouse or Lille 
From Italy or Brazil 
Will land on my island 
The woman, the woman 
She'll hang around my neck 
The woman 
Offering her heart to my stroke 
Of my blade 
Then one fine morning 
My step beside hers 
I'll go holding hands 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Lyrics by Lucien Corma, 03/2005
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 28/09/2023

La Femme (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

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