End scene

In about half of my dreams
I am another
Talking in my sleep
About gardens and the garage
Where I tinker on myself
We’re growing like flowers
On a molten lawn

For the duration of the parade
I’ll be in the shade
Beyond the holocene
I’ll be riding on the coattail
Of the final scene
Waiting for the curtain
Of the sea

My oh my, the sun bright tonight

Follow the light
She said follow the light
I said hell no
I’m not ready to
Follow the light
She said follow the light
I said hell no
I’m not ready to go

My oh my the sun bright tonighT

GARDENS V. MOWERS

Watch the lush garden from the high window
It’s an island maze,
It’s a skillful growth we sowed

Weave yourself into the
Colours of the garlands and laurels
Such a happy place to be in

Set the small pebbles by the undergrowth
In a secret code that only you will know
Swipe the brume out of the way
Of the light in the room
So you can see the fable you’re in

Living in a world of wallpaper wisteria

Close enough, close enough
You came here to pick flowers
Now you’re mowing the lawn
Mourn the slow river as a low minstrel
It’s a gravel road with a plastic parasol
Take a nice picture as a memento
It’s a landmark soul, it’s a pasture in repose

Weave yourself into the
Colours of the garlands and laurels
Such a happy place to be in

SANDY COVE

There’s a man worth following
He knows a thing or two about you
His mind is like a folding chair
You can take it anywhere
And use it when the weight of your affairs have humbled you so
I hope that you know it
Sometimes I forget

Everyone around me metamorphosizes on a whim
I don’t know who anyone is
I’m told that there’s a distance between who you are
And who you want to be
But how I see it, it’s more who you are and who you could’ve been
And that’s why I worry about it all of the time

Marked for the anointed
It should’ve been you
Locked into the mindset
It could only be true
And when I see you lying there
What is it I should do ?

Grass grows by the inch, dies by our feet
When we go anywhere
Just go anywhere, I don’t care
Let’s just go, let’s go
I’m weary, I am feeling dreary
It’s not in my head I am an echo
I must owe somebody royalties for all of my troubles

Every room I spend my time in has no windows
Sometimes it’s just better not to see too far ahead
For if you know now what you’d later know
You may find a rabbit hole to get stuck in
There’s nothing romantic about the fall of Rome
Can’t unring a bell, can’t undo a wronG

I LEFT THE LIGHT ON

I left the light on
On in the house
There’s something I’m after that’s freaking me out
Running faster after blunders,
You’re not alone
You’re a walking disaster
Always in doubt
Wondering what they’re
Talking so loudly abouT

FOOLING YOU SOME

In the eyes, in the eyes , in the eyes
In the eyes of a song

There’s a liar, there’s a liar
There’s a liar that’s fooling you some

What you’re asking for is honesty
I’m not sure what that means to me
But I know
The crooked oars are steering me astray
Or are they?

Other than for pity,
It’s not exactly a party on Sundays,

A requiem for the one who
Will bear the incredible weight
Of the folks getting high
On everything he will say

Oh, what you ask of him is suicide
Hallellucinating, sanctifying
And he knows the words he’ll speak
Will someday do harm
Or will they?

Other than for pity,
It’s not exactly a party on Sundays

In the eyes, in the eyes, in the eyes
In the eyes of a psalm
There’s a liar with a lyre on a wire
That’s fooling you some

What you’re looking for is certainty
But what you’re getting is a comedy
You know the signs are clear
you’re certain that they’re there,
but are they?

LA LUNE EST MORTE DE RIRE

Il y a les soirées où on s’imaginait seuls
À vivre dans nos pensées respectives
À l’heure qu’il est, la lune est morte de rire
Car elle sait bien que tu ne pourras jamais aller ailleurs

Il y a les soirées où on s’imaginait jeunes
À courir saouls et nu.e.s dans les ruelles
La peur du noir, l’oiseau nocturne, incompatibles
L’amour de l’aube, à quatre heures du matin
Aller ailleurs

J’ai la ballade en moi
À me rendre malade
Si je n’y vais pas
Je n’existe pas
Comme une fleur digitale

MY BURROW

want to be great, but I don’t like waiting
I want to escape, but I don’t like leaving you behind
I wanted to feel, without having to steal nothing
I wanted a lover, and then I wanted another
There’s a line for the stall
Where the windows are tall
And I can pass the time
Bird-watching birds watching me
Wondering about my life

I wanted to swim, no water in sight
I wanted to feel the breeze, but I don’t want to go outside
I don’t want to regret, so I tried a cigarette
I don’t want to be old, like the winter don’t want to be cold

Fast forward, rewind,
Isn’t it about time to
Throw your own rose parade
March past the sulking window
Where you used to bellyache

I don’t want to do nothing

I want to do something, but I’m just walking around
Always coming and going continually south
With a bad taste in my mouth

I wanted to be a morning person
I wanted to see a cherry-blossom

For years I rejected your version of heaven
I ran for my life in the sun
But when I fell in line, I saw a little white light
And I knew my time had come

FLIRT WITH BOREDOM

blocked your calls
Your name is a dreadful nudge
When I hit the wall this fall
The unspeakable thoughts

I’m not here at all
I don’t want to leave my bed
I’m stapled to the wall
In search of fountainheads

I flirt with boredom
I lost my words in it
I try to think of something else
But I love to hate myself

Spring blossomed just in time
To show me a sign of life
Perhaps her hand is there
To settle this affair

A fraction of a flower
Sits by the lawnmower
Good thing I hesitate
To do my chores today

To just imagine us
To and fro, runaway
On that old chicken bus
A fatal ricocheT

RAINCHECKS FOR ALL MY FrIENDS

The cities hung low at the edge of my window
Like a bad idea, both windy and hollow
Silent as yesterday, loud as tomorrow
The polished, plastic, picture of sorrow

When I have something new to say I’ll say it to the moon
Perched atop it from a room with perfect alpine views
I’m hanging on the yellow wall when tigers used to smoke
I remember vaguely what I used to know

Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone

I am sorting through imaginary loose ends
And I am signing rainchecks for all of my friends
I’ll see you when I see you
And I loved you when I loved you
And I miss you I miss you

Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone

Weird Ones

I walk by Leonard’s house and wonder, and
I lay low for hours to feel the glow of Portugal, and
The weird ones that I learned to love
Are all around me

It’s been a strange day, but
I wouldn’t have it any other way

Two paper moons

Two paper moons hanging
On the night ceiling 
One we know, and one we don’t 
Gray and green,
You can tell the small one flickers
Sometimes
To be seen, or unseen 
As it please

Holy wine ache,
We drank a whole lake
But something quiet, 
sometimes
Is left behind.

Two happy loons dancing 
by the bank, swooning
For the stream, for the show 
Deep blue, and mellow, 
You can be, 
or envy 
´Till it fades away

One passing crow 
Getting you to get down real low
By the edge of the end
No use in running
To pretend is not the same as existing

Thoroughfare

She walked sprightly through the flowery thoroughfare,
Though it may as well have been anywhere, 
For her smile beat down 
On leathery faces
Like turning back pages,
I can see your words fogging up my mind again,
But I trace no smile

With another sip I’ll get to the bottom of it

(Lost in Swann’s way, she’s gone, too late)

I lived madly in love with a party
With no sound
That may as well not be happening 
But I’ll still go down
To feel the fawning
Underneath the awning
Of another place
I’m certain not to see her in 
And I pace all night

Around Here

There’s a place where I go when I want something new
Or when I’m need of a beautiful view 
It’s less the space, than it is the escape
To blockade the aching that I ruminate

Oh love, oh love, oh love, oh love,
Around here, it’s lighter than air, and it’s harder to run

There’s a place where I go, when I want some control
In the daily parade that just ain’t how it goes
It’s like breaking the loop in your figure eight
Deep breaths on the water and get on your way

West of the blur there’s a glade that’s unbroken
Where I aim for the slow play of light through the branches
Where talkers are muted, where time is avoided
Where the fog lifts in silence the moment you’re in it
Where I count all the things that I took for granted 
Like holding your hand in a car in the morning

Down the Rabbit Hole

Heaps of roads have given you
A thing to talk about or two
For now

But have you thought about
What happens when the thinning crowd walks out
Who will talk to you when they go home
Down the rabbit hole

Giddy as half and three year old
Laughing off the last few days, morose

It’s becoming cyclical
It’s something over which we’ve no control
In moments I will throw myself below 
Down the rabbit hole

The Highlands

I’ll go to my favourite window
And I’ll climb down
To where life is
Where life is a lark
With no ill winds 
Guiding my step in the dark

We were in the mouth of the Loch Ness
About to be swallowed whole no less
But at that moment 
We though volition make us 
To be taken in
Or to jump out in the highlands

Is it too late to relate with time, 
I couldn’t hear you
No, I wouldn’t hear you
Oh I was always going to go off
On my own

Four feet in Valhalla Country 
Pulled in by the sound of a narrow creek
To walk in silence
To find where your mind is
In the arms of fate or,
Out there in the highlands

Weird Ones II

It’s been a strange day, but
I wouldn’t want it any other way

Eyes Wider

Open your lovely eyes wider 
I’m having a hard time seeing it how you do
Don’t be so hard on yourself 
You got caught up in lies
And lord knows you tried to cover it 
Failed for a minute
But there ain’t no time

First comes the fall
She says she knew it all along 
Then comes denial
You confessed and then you changed your mind 
Don’t you wish she’d let it slide

Open your lovely eyes wider
I’m having a hard time leaving it all behind
Don’t be so hard on yourself
You got caught up in life
And lord knows you tried to figure it
Out in a minute but 
There ain’t no time
There ain’t no time

First comes the fall
She says she knew it all along 
Then comes denial
You confessed and then you changed your mind 
Don’t you wish she’d let it slide

Greener

I live alone in a house
That was given to me by family 
With a bright yellow outside
And a lawn that’s much greener 
than my neighbour’s

For all you know, I go swim 
With my two older sisters in the summer 
Lucky bloke, happy fucker
You don’t know that, and you don’t know me either

What are you waiting for? 
For all we know
Waiting is a shutting door, 
So move

Three cups of joe in a row
I was dying now I’m climbing up the walls
Surprise, surprise
I’m a road side dog
I’m barely surviving while

I’m winning prizes left and right
But a monster waits for me at night
I am no happy fucker
All I know is there’s no time to go under

Knocking at the insane door of the mind
What would you do that for?
You know it’s not much greener 
Grass is greener on the other side

You see what you want
But it’s something that you’re not
And it’s not much greener 
Not much greener on the other side

Moon Rising

Conspire to end
The night hours spent aware
I think I am thinking,
I only breathe and stare

No mask on, no filter
I can’t be seen like this
You’re living a lie
Why can’t you be yourself for once

Me in the early moon rising
Her in her garden hiding 
The pink hue turned on me 
Like the cold hearted dew

We were in full blown blooming
You were a rose petal glowing
I was a poppy covered in blow 
Like you don’t wanna know

Unconscious, I see it
I can’t go on like this
The purpose, what purpose? 
I don’t believe in God

Me in the early moon rising
Her in her garden hiding
The pink hue turned on me
Like the cold-hearted do

Our free will, we found it
It’s on the internet 
You went there, can’t find it, 
You took the scenic route, I bet

Me in the early moon rising
Her in her garden hiding 
The pink hue turned on me 
Like the cold hearted dew

We were in full blown blooming
You were a rose petal glowing
I was a poppy covered in blow 
Like you don’t wanna know

That goddamn calendar burning
The patience in her waning
I found her leaving by the lake 
She was floating away

mellifluousflowers

I worry about
all the moments of violence 
between myself
and my other self
and how they hate 
each other

But they’ve been known to 
run amok together

Perhaps I don’t want 
to get better 
When all the beautiful things 
come to me when 
I feel the most troubled

I guess I’ll hold on to 
my mellifluousflowers

Love, the Impossible Ghost

Say you want to be my muse 
You don’t really get to choose 
You’re the gloom beneath the cloud 
Somewhere else than I am now
Oh, love

Hope’s a wicked thing to know 
When you think it’s all a joke 
Call me mister cynical 
Diogenes into the fold, I suppose

That it feels better to be well 
Than in love’s audit
It feels better when you know that
You’ve got it all under control

Where’s the way out, where’s the door?
I can’t stay here, I abhor it 
Walk to safety, run to freedom 
The separation works for me, 
And for you

Love the impossible ghost
How’d you come, and where’d you go? 
Finders keepers, that was the rule
Oh why’d you have to be so cruel?

The Warden & the Hangman

I saw you there
Face grim and arms bare
All in tears
Placed in the electric chair
All that you have been has suddenly become the air around me
As I breathe you in, I shiver in your place
For you have left your body in a haste
I never even got to watch you make a final blink
Your life is now a blot of ink
And I can hardly tell what it was that you had been writing
And now I crawl into myself
Like you held fast until morning in your cell
Though you weren't righteous, and you never knew what wrong is
I have loved you in spite of this, and I promise I will mourn you
And I'm glad that you forgave the warden and the hangman in your final words
I saw the man I knew was meant to be my friend until the end
I guess you were my brother, just not in a good way
And now I crawl into myself
And in time, I'll also crawl out of this hell
Fare thee well forever, I will suffer still a little longer
But I have no anger, no fear, no masks, no veneers
For today I saw the law break itself in awe
You have never done the things they said you've done
And we both knew, and now I know alone
And they will burn the whitest bones
Is this how we atone?
Now I crawl into myself
While they bury you in existential jail

Exhale/Inhale

The trees grow sideways, curled on the walls
Dogs bark as you make your approach
And we'll all be barking soon
We'll be howling at the moon
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love
He who calls himself a traveled man
Is he who has his head in the sand, every sin in either hand
A wasted chance to grasp at why he even left
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love
You came out east to disappear
No peak out at the rear-view mirror
Well, I don't think that you're sincere
You child, you sot, why must you always misbehave?
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love
Exhale my bleeding, and inhale my love
Exhale my bleeding, and inhale my love
Exhale my bleeding, and inhale my love
Inhale my love
Inhale my love
Inhale my love
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love

La mer/Mon père

Ta peau, emballage de cadeau
Tes mots, bouées au milieu de l'eau
Nos mains, aux doigts pétallins
Les roses, s'ouvrent comme notre destin
Les bras écartés tous les matins
Ton âme, ne suit plus ton corps
Tes yeux, esseulés miradors
La mer, route de mon père
La vie, une oeuvre qu'il a su refaire
Elle ne peut plus rester linéaire

A Home That Won't Explode

I don't mind the quiet
In fact, I really love it
And I hideaway, while you play to contemplate the hatred of the day
The boys walked out on nations
And the girls adopted orphans on the way
To find a home that won't explode
I don't mind the riot
In fact, I didn't see it
Because I hide my face, while you pray
And ignore the mess that we have made
The kings called in the armies
And the soldiers hold back tears as they invade
They know the homes that they explode
Would you have come this far to save yourself
If you were chased by someone else's hell?
Keep your doors unlocked, I need your help
For one day you may come to need my help as well
I don't mind the quiet
In fact, I really love it
You will find the day was blown away where hatred here could ever have its place
The boys walked out on nations
And the girls adopted orphans on the way
To find a home that won't explode

The Folly Of Pretending

Everywhere I go, they struggle
Hustle, selling clothes
Peddling toys that glow, and roses to the garish ghosts
But I don't really think you know
That all the verdant hills
The emerald green, conceal all the ills that I might have seen
Oh, the ill you're hiding with the trees
I'm behind it hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies
I don't really think you know
That the folly of pretending is faultier than being wrong
And as you wake, the golden dew rose from the lake to envelop you
Oh, the truths you're hiding in the haze
I'm caught in it, gone without a trace
Gone without a trace
I don't really think you know
I don't really think you know
That the folly of pretending is faultier than being wrong
The blossoming fields
The swooning streams
The eternal yield, that I'll never see
Oh, the ill you're hiding with the trees
I'm behind it hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies

Wild Drums

If you find yourself on lake
Perched on quay in silent wait for clouds to overcome that stubborn circus sun
She who has become the peoples chosen one
You will find the shades of grey shake the blue out of the day like a loaded gun
The trees will turn to run
But they are rooted to the earth
And now it's getting colder
Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild
Bullets by the million strike through the water
Window-like, until they disappear
Now one with the mirror into which you appear
You and all your fears
A bed of shivers now replace that motion-weary summer lake
Now your god spits his hate into your dinner plate
You're grinning like a toddler, because you no longer matter
Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild

The King

I am, aimlessly in falling towns
Looking to trade some time for some way to get around
Hold fast to my paper crown
As the howl of the wind, it blows it all to hell
I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No I am not, but I am
No I am not, well, I am
No I am not, but I am, I am, I am
I am the fault of the clerics pen
I am the joke without, within
I am the call for righteous living
I am the spawn of a drunken vision
I am the hope that drives the dread out of the slums for miles ahead
I am the ad that sold the mould
I am the billboard for the soul
I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No I am not, but I am
No I am not, well, I am
No I am not, but I am, I am, I am
I was produced by old machines
Rusted and worn by centuries
I was entoiled by sullied laws
And now I am caught between its jaws
I am the scar of my descent
Destined to be the same again
I am the circle viciously
Complete and closed like history
I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No I am not, but I am
No I am not, well, I am
No I am not, but I am, I am, I am

Opprobrium

An orange balloon floats over the moon
And is held by an old, white string
The schoolyards gaze at an old white rage
While the rest of us hope it will burst
The bigger it gets, the more I fill with regrets and with fear
I am paralyzed
Oh, why
Do we laugh at this ignorant crass that reminds me so much of 1939?
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium
The monuments stand on the hallowed lands
Where the soil is forever unchanged
Now sow as we might, forever maniac
What grows here will also always be the same
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium

L'imposteur

Je me demande
Comme je me suis toujours demandé, "Qui suis-je, et par quoi suis-je guidé?"
J'ai souvent l'air d'un effronté, et pourtant
J'essaye juste d'aimer et d'être aimé
Mes angoisses sont nombreuses et farouches
J'aime mieux quand personne me parle ou me touche
Cette murale demande une retouche
Pour effacer le graffiti qui me semblait bien autrefois
Mais qui est maintenant devenu si louche
Je prends ta place, moi l'imposteur
Tu me prends pour un maraudeur
Moi qui a pris ton travail
À la dernière heure
Toi, l'artisan, moi l'imposteur
J'ai quand même gagné tous les honneurs
Et pourtant, je me sens comme un imposteur
J'ai peur de perdre tout ce que j'ai gagné
Et comment apprécier ce pour quoi on n'a jamais travaillé?
J'suis trop rapidement arrivé, et c'est pourquoi je prends
Les plus lents pas possible pour éventuellement le mériter
Je prends ta place, moi l'imposteur
Tu me prends pour un maraudeur
Moi qui a pris ton travail
À la dernière heure
Toi, l'artisan, moi l'imposteur
J'ai quand même gagné tous les honneurs
Et pourtant, je me sens comme un imposteur

The year I was Undone

I'll take my time
Even though this isn't how you do it when thinking on a dime
I worry about my life
Can I?
Will I?
Should I?
How can I?
Why shouldn't I?
This is the year I was undone in.
Go away my friend
I'll walk the line alone like I'm the only one who ever could've known
This mistake, I will make it once
And then I'll never again let it go your way
This is the year I was undone in

Solitudes

Lonesome
I'm carried by a broken bloom
Helpless
I'm drifting to the nearest fumes
And I hope I'll get there soon
Belgium
Has sang out a similar tune
Won't you
Just rid me of these solitudes
Arrête de faire ton clown

The Weatherman (or, the Felonies are Magnets on my Coat)

Why are you running in that direction?
It ain’t sound.
You’ve got to climb the wall
To make it back around.
I’ve got to go.
I have to go.
Fell in through the wrong black hole,
now the felonies are magnets on my coat.
Afraid to take the fast way home,
I take cover in the shelter of my own shadow.
The hurried pace of my heart and feet,
as I envision the odor of my home sweet
home, it’s like I’ve fallen right beside
my own tombstone.
Then, I hear the crow.

I see the distance of the jagged tier beneath.
How could this happen in a mint democracy?
They trumped you all - so easily!
Now caw for silver with great alacrity.

What does it say when you look
at the weathervane?
Will the southern winds subside, or inflame?
What about the weatherman?
Has he got something to postulate,
other than rain?

I am now higher than a Himalayan peak,
and come to think of it I feel terribly weak...
and so I fall.

Dawn, she woke me

I walked the eerie valley;
I've never seen the valley. I swam the darkest river;
I've never seen the water. I woke up in the middle of old Taroko road.
Struck dead the moment that I opened up my crusted eyes.
"Chorus "
Dawn, she woke me with her rosy fingers,
From this slumber I'm scared of, but I can't remember.
I saw wisdom in her flaming eyes,
All the lonely people she has patronized.
I climbed the grimmest mountain; I've never seen the mountain.
I prowled the angry city; I've never seen the city.
Got caught up in a fire fight in someone's former life.
The bullets flutter by my head, until I taste the bitter lead.
"Chorus "
Dawn, she woke me with her rosy fingers,
From this slumber I'm scared of, but I can't remember.
I saw wisdom in her flaming eyes,
All the lonely people she has patronized.
I'm pulled in by the light;
I've never seen the light. I hear the sound of laughter;
I've never heard the laughter.
I fell into the hollow, and didn't cast a shadow.
I feel the rosy fingers try for me, mais je suis fini.
2x"Chorus "
Dawn, she woke me with her rosy fingers,
From this slumber I'm scared of, but I can't remember.
I saw wisdom in her flaming eyes,
All the lonely people she has patronized.

Nostalgiablue

And the smoke
coats it all
nostalgiablue.
From the walls, the song seeps to curl me in a ball
In the room, the company you keep is burned into your memories.
Come to the road, the one your mother built to get you over the hill.
Pinch my skin, the rising veil revealed the end, and then, the new ideal.

The Warden & the Hangman

I saw you there
Face grim and arms bare
All in tears
Placed in the electric chair
All that you have been has suddenly become the air around me
As I breathe you in, I shiver in your place
For you have left your body in a haste
I never even got to watch you make a final blink
Your life is now a blot of ink
And I can hardly tell what it was that you had been writing
And now I crawl into myself
Like you held fast until morning in your cell
Though you weren't righteous, and you never knew what wrong is
I have loved you in spite of this, and I promise I will mourn you
And I'm glad that you forgave the warden and the hangman in your final words
I saw the man I knew was meant to be my friend until the end
I guess you were my brother, just not in a good way
And now I crawl into myself
And in time, I'll also crawl out of this hell
Fare thee well forever, I will suffer still a little longer
But I have no anger, no fear, no masks, no veneers
For today I saw the law break itself in awe
You have never done the things they said you've done
And we both knew, and now I know alone
And they will burn the whitest bones
Is this how we atone?
Now I crawl into myself
While they bury you in existential jail

The trees grow sideways, curled on the walls

Dogs bark as you make your approach
And we'll all be barking soon
We'll be howling at the moon
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love
He who calls himself a traveled man
Is he who has his head in the sand, every sin in either hand
A wasted chance to grasp at why he even left
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love
You came out east to disappear
No peak out at the rear-view mirror
Well, I don't think that you're sincere
You child, you sot, why must you always misbehave?
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love
Exhale my bleeding, and inhale my love
Exhale my bleeding, and inhale my love
Exhale my bleeding, and inhale my love
Inhale my love
Inhale my love
Inhale my love
Been hiding from my demons
I can't even see them
Exhale all my bleeding
And inhale my love
Inhale my love

La mer - Mon père

Ta peau, emballage de cadeau
Tes mots, bouées au milieu de l'eau
Nos mains, aux doigts pétallins
Les roses, s'ouvrent comme notre destin
Les bras écartés tous les matins
Ton âme, ne suit plus ton corps
Tes yeux, esseulés miradors
La mer, route de mon père
La vie, une oeuvre qu'il a su refaire
Elle ne peut plus rester linéaire

A Home That Won't Explode

I don't mind the quiet
In fact, I really love it
And I hideaway, while you play to contemplate the hatred of the day
The boys walked out on nations
And the girls adopted orphans on the way
To find a home that won't explode
I don't mind the riot
In fact, I didn't see it
Because I hide my face, while you pray
And ignore the mess that we have made
The kings called in the armies
And the soldiers hold back tears as they invade
They know the homes that they explode
Would you have come this far to save yourself
If you were chased by someone else's hell?
Keep your doors unlocked, I need your help
For one day you may come to need my help as well
I don't mind the quiet
In fact, I really love it
You will find the day was blown away where hatred here could ever have its place
The boys walked out on nations
And the girls adopted orphans on the way
To find a home that won't explode

The Folly Of Pretending

Everywhere I go, they struggle.
Hustle, selling clothes.
Peddling toys that glow, and roses to the garish ghosts.
But I don't really think you know.
That all the verdant hills, the emerald green, conceal all the ills that I might have seen.
Oh, the ill you're hiding with the trees, I'm behind it hiding from enemies.
Hiding from enemies.
I don't really think you know
That the folly of pretending
Is faultier than being wrong.
And as you wake, the golden dew rose from the lake to envelop you.
Oh, the truths you're hiding in the haze, I'm caught in it, gone without a trace.
Gone without a trace.
I don't really think you know.
I don't really think you know that the folly of pretending is faultier than being wrong
The blossoming fields, the swooning streams, the eternal yield, that I'll never see.
Oh, the ill you're hiding with the trees, I'm behind it hiding from enemies.
Hiding from enemies.
Hiding from enemies.
Hiding from enemies...

Wild Drums

If you find yourself on lake
Perched on quay in silent wait for clouds to overcome that stubborn circus sun
She who has become the peoples chosen one
You will find the shades of grey shake the blue out of the day like a loaded gun
The trees will turn to run
But they are rooted to the earth
And now it's getting colder
Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild
Bullets by the million strike through the water
Window-like, until they disappear
Now one with the mirror into which you appear
You and all your fears
A bed of shivers now replace that motion-weary summer lake
Now your god spits his hate into your dinner plate
You're grinning like a toddler, because you no longer matter
Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild

The King

I am, aimlessly in falling towns
Looking to trade some time for some way to get around
Hold fast to my paper crown
As the howl of the wind, it blows it all to hell
I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No I am not, but I am
No I am not, well, I am
No I am not, but I am, I am, I am
I am the fault of the clerics pen
I am the joke without, within
I am the call for righteous living
I am the spawn of a drunken vision
I am the hope that drives the dread out of the slums for miles ahead
I am the ad that sold the mould
I am the billboard for the soul
I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No I am not, but I am
No I am not, well, I am
No I am not, but I am, I am, I am
I was produced by old machines
Rusted and worn by centuries
I was entoiled by sullied laws
And now I am caught between its jaws
I am the scar of my descent
Destined to be the same again
I am the circle viciously
Complete and closed like history
I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No I am not, but I am
No I am not, well, I am
No I am not, but I am, I am, I am

Opprobrium

An orange balloon floats over the moon, and is held by an old,
White string. The schoolyards gaze at an old white rage,
While the rest of us hope it will burst.
The bigger it gets, the more I fill with regrets and with fear.
I am paralyzed.
Oh, why do we laugh at this ignorant
Crass that reminds me so much of 1939?
The whole world dangles
From an old white string.
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing.
Opprobrium.
The monuments stand on the hallowed lands where the soil is forever
Unchanged. Now sow as we might,
Forever maniac, what grows here will also always be the same.
The whole world dangles
From an old white string.
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing.
Opprobrium.

L'imposteur

Je me demande, comme je me suis toujours demandé
Qui suis-je, et par quoi suis-je guidé
J'ai souvent l'air d'un effronté
Et pourtant j'essaye juste d'aimer et d'être aimé
Mes angoisses sont nombreuses et farouches
J'aime mieux quand personne me parle ou me touche
Cette murale demande une retouche pour effacer le graffiti
Qui me semblait bien autrefois
Mais qui est maintenant devenu si louche
Je prends ta place, moi l'imposteur
Tu me prends pour un maraudeur
Moi qui a pris ton travail
À la dernière heure
Toi, l'artisan, moi l'imposteur
J'ai quand même gagné tous les honneurs
Et pourtant, je me sens comme un imposteur
J'ai peur de perdre tout ce que j'ai gagné
Et comment apprécier ce pour quoi on n'a jamais travaillé
J'suis trop rapidement arrivé
Et c'est pourquoi je prends les plus lents pas possible
Pour éventuellement le mériter
Je prends ta place, moi l'imposteur
Tu me prends pour un maraudeur
Moi qui a pris ton travail
À la dernière heure
Toi, l'artisan, moi l'imposteur
J'ai quand même gagné tous les honneurs
Et pourtant, je me sens comme un imposteur

The Year I Was Undone

I'll take my time
Even though this isn't how you do it when thinking on a dime
I worry about my life
Can I?
Will I?
Should I?
How can I?
Why shouldn't I?
This is the year I was undone in.
Go away my friend
I'll walk the line alone like I'm the only one who ever could've known
This mistake, I will make it once
And then I'll never again let it go your way
This is the year I was undone in

Solitudes

Lonesome
I'm carried by a broken bloom
Helpless
I'm drifting to the nearest fumes
And I hope I'll get there soon
Belgium
Has sang out a similar tune
Won't you
Just rid me of these solitudes
Arrête de faire ton clown

Old man

Old man
What are you holding on to?
The remnants of
An expired youth?
We all age with no say on change
So be graceful man
But do it your own way
Old man
What is it that frightens you?
Is it all the things
You never got to do?
Don't expect the things you love
To stay the same
Just remember that
You'll simply live
A different day

Mango Tree

Are you surprised of the direction
You have taken your life in?
Is it not just how you imagined it
Exactly how you dreamed of it
And longed for it?
Well, I have known for long
That kindred spirits, we have grown
Into our own
And into one another's roots
We've become each other's irrevocable
And everlasting truths
Just like the ocean, you have
Sprayed my thirsty heart
And like the mango tree, you'll never
Let me go hungry
It wasn't by mistake that
Intertwined were our fates
Our roads now destined to become
Embroidered like a chain mail
That will never fail
To shield our hearts that weigh
So, so many tons
And many suns will have to be
Ignited and extinguished
Way before the flames between us
Finish flickering in the wind
Even in the winter I am warm
When I am lying in your arms
And you may go away
As far as Spain, but
No extended interval of time
Or distance visible
Will ever me far for long
Honey, you're my paragon

No Name No.1

Sometimes
Words won't do
So
You just have to
Let the music speak
For you

Recycled soul

Find wolves gnawing
On your bones
Doves flying by your tomb
Where the grass is growing
Through your nose
And the grave keeper sprays you
With a garden hose
All those things you swore to do
In the short years that you knew
Are carved upon a stone
With a dozen words at most
When the time came to exist
And your life's catalyst
Was borne unto your youth
I hope you choose to live it
Through, and through
For when you rot under the ground
And all of those around you
Hope that you are cozy
In heaven's fantasy
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
That you become
And all that you will know
At rest will be the mold
Of your recycled soul
Find peace in whatever creed
You're born into
And breathe
The fiction that it holds
If it makes this life more whole
And bearable
But don't hold back
From living here
It's all that's guaranteed
The marvel of your being
Salvation comes from epic eulogies
One more thing
My dying friend
In case this is the end
I've loved you even though
Your faith it was a hoax
All along
Love me
Even if to you
My soul forever looms
In hell's immortal vault
Don't you know
It's not my fault?

Face to Face

I said, I wish I had a camera
To save what I have seen
To pile em' up in boxes, and
Preserve the memories
If only I could capture
What I felt that fateful day
But the pictures
Just don't recreate emotions
Anyway
I said, if only I had evidence
Then I'd always tell the truth
For the moments shot through lenses
Will forever cling to you
Oh, what things you miss in hiding
Behind five, or six inches
Have you captured moments, or
Have they imprisoned you?
Well, I see faces through a forest of handheld electronics
Like an island for your isolation
But you're not lost
You want it
I see eyes glued to the brightness
They move, but seem so lifeless, and
When I call them they pretend
To not have heard me say
How are you?
Would you like to have a conversation?
Face to face
Without any distractions?
Talk about the world, and
All of the people in it
And we will say what we mean
There's nothing else to it

All My Loved Ones

I got ran out of town
They threw me out of city hall
I got ran out of town
Because of alcohol
I couldn't even walk
Less even run to exile
I couldn't even talk
Explain myself to
All my loved ones
It started with a friend
And we did it again
It was so innocent
Back then
I see with clarity
The blur in front of me
I see my wrecked reflection
How could I be this way for
All my loved ones
At night, I am alive
But by the morning light
I shiver, sweat, and cry
For I've forgotten
All my loved ones
I'd give it up for you
Hmm yes, but then again
It's all because of you
That I will lose
All my loved ones

Eugene

Eugene
I see you looking
Looking at me
With those forlorn eyes
That tired dejection, and
Bravery
Well, maybe, I said
Maybe you can toss
This dreadful life, and flee, but
Your heart's gone cold, as cold as
Your ears, and hands, and feet
All through the eyes of a blind man
How many more have we stunted like this?
Oh, we are not to be faulted, we said
For we are the ones with the fortunate ends
Eugene
You were a broker, and
A seller of goods, but
You've lost it all, and you'd
Sell your soul to stand
Where you once stood
Once wed
You felt love of a kind
That I have never had
Heaven knows her better now
And for her
It's not so bad
Eugene
You see the passers
Passing you by
They deny you change
Abuse you
Reproach you
Of getting high
But it's been
Many a year since you have
First been clean
You are sober now, but
Your mind's still bursting
At the seams
You said
Told me you were sent down
Here to earth to be
An angel for all
Of our friends in need
And I
May have walked you by
A thousand times before
On a floor of stone
Coarse and cold
All alone
Frighteningly hollow
And somehow filled with
Life, joy, tears, and smiles
And love
And hope

Holding on to Home

Endearing though to me
Many a man has tried to flee
The sordid corners of
This putrid penitentiary
Oh, are you here with me?
Are you here with me, or
Am I dreaming of your shackles
Loudly dragging through
The hallways of my reverie
Oh, are you here with me?
Farther than a lunar axis
As far as I know outer space is
Innovation never takes us
As far as we can be
What is left for me?
Dimmer than a summer solstice
North of any blooming roses
Melted water, open faces
Below the winter freeze
The cold paralyzes me
I'm holding on to home
Thumbs up for the next ride in
I'll go where fuel carries it
I hope it's reaching Gulu town
I'll meet my friends sometime
Around the bend
The kitchen smells of memories
And there beside the quarterlies
Are photos of my family, but
Some of them are missing me, and
I am missing them right back
I'm holding on to home
There is nothing captivating
On this road that we are roaming
I know every step to take
I know every creak the stairs will make
Holding on to home
Like it's as real as a stone, and
If I told you, "You imagined it"
Would it matter anymore, if
You're with me?
As long as you're with me
I'm holding on to home

Caroline's Song

Death knells are sounding all around
As you drive your life into the ground
Did you hear us calling you?
Can't you see that we love you?
I know you've seen your share of pain
And I know you want it all to go away
You know, I've seen it too
I've been right there with you
If our eyes were covered in a hue
You'd think it'd be a shade of blue
But our eyes they are green
If only you could see
The potential you have inside
From which you always seem to hide
It's not just me who can
I am Sam, Sam I am
Yeah, you've done okay
You've done alright
But it's never been enough
Has it?
Yeah, you've done okay
You've done alright
And if it's good enough for you
It's fine
We have a demon in our heads
He does our thinking in our stead
He may try to steal your heart
Don't let him get that far
Those who don't know what it is like
Who always had the perfect life
Will make you feel like shit, but
They're fucking ignorant
Who said anything about
Condemning what you do?
I could never really
Stay that mad at you
It's not normal to be
Throwing stones at you
Then turn around
And talk about
How much we love you
Just listen to my cheerful words
I've gone and conquered Satan first
It is worth all the pain
But you have to stay the same
I wish that you would come back home
Since you've been gone, I've been alone
I have lost my best friend
Who I'm made to defend
If it's good enough for you
It's fine by me

Mon Cher Monsieur

Mon cher monsieur
Comme elle est chouette
Cette belle guitare que tu caresses
Avec tes doigts usés de temps
Tu as le don de dompter l'âme
De rendre sourire aux plus macabres
Puis quelques sous te sont laissés
Pour réparer les humeurs si blasées
Les gens autour de toi
Ont ri de mauvaise foi
Lorsque tu leur a dit
Que tu as fait ta vie
Avec tes jolies mélodies
Ah, la misère
Misère à ceux qui osent vivre
Ce que les autres considèrent
Un simple rêve
Mon cher monsieur
Que disent tes yeux pensés?
Ta peau maintenant ridée
D'une vie assez remplie, merci?
Qu'a-t-il de mieux pour enchanter
Les masses de gens cherchant
À oublier?
Mon cher monsieur
Tes sifflements me font penser
À une ère simplifiée
Sans guerre, sans vie politisée
Tu es un ancien musicien
Gardien d'un art qui nous rend
Plus humains
Prête-moi, monsieur tes grands souliers
Que tu prennes ton repos
Bien mérité

On Trains

Nimbus clouds surround the mountains now
Can't tell who resides this wooden town
There's a makeshift mystery
That's going down
The plains below me here now live in peace
Where farmer grows his rice and Chinese tea
Never has a man seemed so damn free to me
So damn free to me
Darkness comes now as it please
Then light comes back to me so suddenly
As we tunnel through to further majesty
The sight of smoke, and sound
Of ringing bells
The ones we've come to love, and know so well
Calms our qualms, and
Makes us feel so swell
Makes us feel so swell
Well honey, maybe you don't know this
But life's a train ride and we are all on it
Pretty homes all made of marble stone
Line up one by one to say hello, hello
They are beautiful, and
They don't even know
They don't even know
They are beautiful
When I am on trains
I feel safe
The city lights are now coming in sight
They shine on me with
All their pretty might
But I can't tell, because I'm sleeping
Oh, so tight
Conductor calls us all to come on out
We've reached the platform
Now it's time for solid ground
And remember where it is that we are bound
Where it is we're bound

Undercover Mode

Here goes my undercover mode
Hiding from all of world
Who knows? Maybe I'll remain safe
From all of this burdensome rain
So-so is how I've been of late
Trying to cover my many faces
My moments always come and go
But it's when I wait for a blow
That it hurts the most
Oh my darling, stoic as a stone
You've got my hurt in your bones
I warned you, the leaves would never
Cease to fall
My doldrums have sunken
A bottomless hole
My heart is ready to explode
So I cemented it in like a tomb
I'm faithlessly praying to the
Great unknown
I'll believe anyone that can
Save my soul

Sweet surreal

I'm holding on a rope
Holding on to hope
That apathy will
Leave my mind alone
Oh, and all the winding roads
That I'll never know
Are calling me to
Try to get to know them
Say it isn't so
I will go wherever I want to
One single ticket there
I don't care, anywhere
And I only want
To buy a one-way fare
Look at me one last time
Don't know if I'll survive
And I won't return
As long as I'm alive
Say it isn't so
I will go wherever I want to
My sweet surreal
All the measures of a man
That no one else can stand
And I am he, will you
Remember me
If I forever leave you?

Mango Tree No. 17

Tricked into eating
The fruit that it bore
Only the bane it produced
Could bear witness
To coming to know
What I knew not before
Even the rotten ones
Sometimes ooze sweetness

Before it was an old man, this album was a mango
Tree, a form that knew no true desire