1. |
Pale
03:39
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It's all pale
it's all grey
four walls around me
what this game we play ?
Out it's wide
out it's day
above the tall walls
above the ciment display.
I can't make right
I can't make left
lift up my chin
for a chance to breathe in.
Air getting rare
rare in my brain
Chocking dullness
under a mountain of rain
like a cold blues
like a deathly lullaby.
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2. |
Muddy Waters
05:51
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while through muddy waters paper boats glide
youth and you and I under the sky
and only as a mystery we the ones alive
death as made of deathly magic,
end and beginning scaring the day,
my once fiery torrent
battling through rocks and clay
worn out shoes and day old booze
broken back shoving time back ahead
fear so great and fear so deep
and so slight the heights to overleap.
dry drowning, in vertigo dry drowning
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3. |
Utopia
03:20
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in my utopia,
not much to be seen
not that it's boring,
just the horizon is clean,
I lay in thick grass,
of course forever green,
respectful are all insects
of this idle routine
the beauty of nothingness
as slow as the sun
on a lime wall
to me your forehead is not indistinct.
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4. |
Chop off the fright
05:19
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Just bring me down to reason
Chop off the fright
Leave it bleeding in the gutter
For rats supper tonight
I've stopped playing with dollies
In some other attic they lay flat
My family is in a letter
On the road on the postman's back
All that dated business
Stocked memory deleted trash
Sore shouts screaming throats
Child nightmare in daylight
It seems that now I could implode
My eyes would open as it blows
You the gun shoot what you see
I am just covered emptiness
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5. |
Mother
03:43
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Mother, please mother
now close your eyes.
Men thighs in front of me
decide to unbind
my hands to their connexion
must tremble and rime.
Father of non father
go through me
the child poisoning all certainties
for their will to satisfy.
Now, I am the woman
they wanted to realise
inbued with speechlessness
trembling, still alive.
Mother please mother
let's keep secret the lie.
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6. |
Emily
02:40
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I live with Him — I see His face -
I go no more away
For Visitor — or Sundown -
Death's single privacy
The Only One — forestalling Mine -
And that — by Right that He
Presents a Claim invisible -
No wedlock — granted Me -
I live with Him — I hear His Voice -
I stand alive — Today -
To witness to the Certainty
Of Immortality -
Taught Me — by Time — the lower Way -
Conviction — Every day -
That Life like This — is stopless -
Be Judgment — what it may -
Emily Dickinson
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7. |
Faces
06:07
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Faces push out of trees
Voices growing from their hollow eyes
Orbs as deep and as black as my throat
They seem to cry but do I lie
if I say it could be singing ?
Silence occurs in broken glass shapes
Involved are the clouds in their constant escape
No scare no pride
Just a suicide at my buttonhole
Red like the rose
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COLLAGE Saint Martin D'Ardèche, France
Victoria Davis : born in Croydon U.K, she lives now in Paris.
Hervé Bouétard : cult drummer of
french band A.S Dragon and Bertrand Burgalat
Jérôme Suzat : musician and french poet named Cheval Blanc.
Victoria and Jérôme are friends since adolescence.
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