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La Mouette
04:08
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La Mouette
Je jetai un coup d'œil à la boussole,
elle me fit un petit sourire
Je me tenais sur le pont et écouté le silence de l'aube
et les vagues de l'océan tranquille
Au-delà de l'eau scintillante sous un ciel d'azur sans nuages
Je pouvais percevoir le contour de l'île
il ne sera pas longtemps.
il ne sera pas longtemps.
le vent a touché sur mon visage
il goûté de sel et de soleil
le mât grinçait doucement
et la voile m'a conduit partir
il ne sera pas longtemps.
il ne sera pas longtemps.
mes lèvres étaient fissurés.
Mes yeux étaient secs et rouge
mes vêtements ont été arrachés
je pouvais goûter l'eau douce déjà
je pouvais goûter l'eau douce déjà
Arrêtez
attendez-moi
J'arrive
je peux voir la plage
et les pas des amants
qui mènent sur du sable
à l'ombre des arbres
oh!
Regardez-moi
J'ai traversé la mer
à trouver ma place au soleil
il ne serait pas longtemps.
un petit point
très haut et très loin
flambée sur la brise
qui me guide
elle s'arrête
elle tourne dans le ciel
non .... pas encore
Je peux voir le blanc de son ventre
Je peux voir le gris de la tête
le bec jaune dur
l'œil orange vif qui montre sans pitié
pas .... la mouette
pas encore
putain merde
pas ici
pas maintenant ...
pas encore
Je jetai un coup d'œil à la boussole
Elle me fit un petit sourire...
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2. |
The Breaking Arm
03:38
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The Breaking Arm
Track marks scuttle down my guest list
Twelve good men gone who never made a test
Each one would leave their corner for a good turn
Where the hell was that when we used hypos on the dartboard?
Memories, echo off my backbone
Faces – i never even met
They know so much about me now
I’m reaching for the downers with my hand in my pocket
There’s nothing left to do but push, push, push, on through
We’ve seen much worse than this and we can make it out in one peace
We are so grateful for the crumbs strewn aside in your wake
Thank you for the promises but fuck you all the same
Cool tyke – spitting in the back row
Non stop shit blurt spewing out your bile
I see damn well you got connected
Looks like you’re prince of all you see
So shut my mouth and call me stupid
Tie my hands and slap me down
I’ve had good friends who voted Tory,
But when I look at you all I can see is red...
There’s nothing left to do but push, push, push on through
We’ve seen much worse than this and we can make it out in one peace
I never heard of you before you wiped your crap in my eyes
Get out get out get out get out and don’t come back
Senseless. Stupid. Arrogant and useless
You’re gonna get as little as they want you to...
There’s nothing left to do but push, push, push on through
We’ve seen much worse than this and we can make it out in one peace
I hear the sound of Andy’s big machine and I say,
Alright, come on, bring it on and make it now
I stink of petrol and oil, my nails are broken and torn
I hold a torch for every soul you spit on when you deride
Your days are numbered ‘cos there’s plenty of this to go round
I bring to you. A voice that will not be denied.
Fucker. Cool cool fucker.
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3. |
Fellrunners
03:15
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Snooze now silenced for the third time - wipe the sleep crust from my eyes
Sink a glass of luke-warm water - so cool against my throat
Stretch and touch the tips of my toes a dozen times - bathe the sweat from my aching arms
spit the foam, hit the scales and fumble for a work-shirt
Coat. Doors. Keys, the rain drenched pavement staggering sheep deep in the fog.
Again, and again, and again and again I don’t recall and I don’t remember much yet
Clock tower chiming out the factory whistle gimme coffee in a
bottomless cup to wash the morning out as were walking Up the hill
So turn the house down - Bring the lights up, Strut the boards
Pull up your poses - lift your nose
Its only half an hour – Hey I’ll see you at the bar and we can
Discuss what it means and fake some angst about remembering
Your dreams – how they fell short and just keep you awake
When the 4.AM sweats kick in and make you shake
Til the dawn’s fist cracks and and we scurry from our covers
Into the rat race - foire d'empoigne.
And I’m greeted at the door with a shout. Before I’ve even hit the clock
and its eyes down to the floor feigning interest when required
keeping mum and waiting as the second hand crawls and the calendar flies
Payday comes and goes and leaves a taste in my mouth
Again, and again, and again and again and
Again, and again, and again and again and
Again, and again, and again and again and
Again, and again, and again - I don’t
Remember - I don’t recall
Yesterday . last week . Last month . last
Year your birthday. Christmas .Nothing
much at all
And this is enough for now...
I’m so happy. And we slide down the hill, counting the days until we meet again,
In a noisier place; where we hold our drunken heads high and shout like we mean it.
Like no-one is listening, like no-one remembers.
As we slide down the hill, as we slide down the hill
As we slide down the hill into the weekend
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4. |
The Ones That Got Away
03:29
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We work so well, and take so long
there is no time to remember
The perfect smile, an open door
Wake me up at midnight before I hit the ground
You’re in my shake, you’re in my head
You’re in my stagger and you’re in my breath
The standing veins, the nasal scars...
We’re the ones that got away
I miss your buzz, your scented kiss
The prize unwrapped as tight as this
Locked safe in our pockets, and holding our wrists
Chin up for the camera, and songs on our lips
You’re in my wake and you’re in my blood
You’re there in my swagger and you’re on my mind
The standing veins, the nasal scars...
We’re the ones that got away
For I have come to lift you up
To make you shiver and to fill your cup
With something cleaner than it’s ever, ever been
For we have been dirty for much too long....
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5. |
Lady Lazarus (Remix)
03:48
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Lady Lazarus (Remix)
Well August came, and came quite well,
with barely a rare unprompted noise
until they jumped up-tight to cut me off
all a-fizz in the garden – practising new handshakes...
Well there’s your first mistake boy
Well you live and learn I guess
Put it down to nurture – reboot and start again
Simple sunshine canary yellow dress
So I was buckled into my Sunday best
my blisters bound in brogues of shiny leather
Somewhat Elephantine in the well lit room
my rictus lost on her rosebud’s grip
Well I am a plagiarist and steal what I can’t make up myself
But it’s gonna take more than we’ve got to give to get up.
And take in the view...
The banlieus of Montpellier
Edinburgh in the springtime...
Well give us one for the road and one for the Doktor
and one for the memory of rolling you over
I was quite content in the freezing rain
Out in the backyard. Picking up daisies
And putting them down again – one by one in a chain.
Where she shimmers like a phoenix wrapped in dawn’s golden hue
inverse panda-eyed ski-bunny sunburn grin
Give my regards to Chamonix
And give my love to Courcheval too...
I am the lazy thief – who laid down Lady Lazarus
come on where’s the magic act, and where’s the big prestige?
It’s gonna take more than white kid gloves
and a new top hat to fix this bloody thing...
We’ll watch you smoke and burn – and we will nod and pull on our forelocks
smile on the outside - while we chew our gums to ribbons in the heat
we keep on banging - we keep on braying
we keep on knocking - But we can’t get in... for keeps.
Your outreaching ethics, your pro-bono efforts
widening participation, all agog with adulation
remember my name well and call me up sometime.
I watched them drive into the sunshine
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6. |
Fais de Beaux Rêves
03:48
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Fais de Beaux Rêves
Sometimes you were hard to understand
I didn’t know where you were intending to go
Still, we’ve been together for a long, long time
i always thought that you would be always mine
I never thought I would lose you
I hoped we understood
We were friends to the end with benefits
And screaming rows
I was happy inside you
I liked to hold your hand
Fais de beaux rêves Cherie..,
They were laying it on quite thick
They said you were untrue
They said you’re just in it for yourself
Well I know as much as I saw
When I lay down in your big bed
And kissed lips I didn’t comprehend
walked down the street that you call home
And totally got that there was something that I wanted here
I was happy inside you
I liked to hold your hand
Fais de beaux rêves Cherie..,
Fais de beaux rêves Cherie.., Fais de beaux s rêves Cherie..,
BV 1: Some people here they don’t see any further than the end of their street.
BV 2:J’etais chez toi, je suis chez toi, je voudrais restez avec toi
Parce que je t'aime
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7. |
Le Bonne Poire
03:08
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il était temps
j'ai pris mon sac dans une main et mon étui a guitare dans l'autre
Je fermai la porte et caché la clé sous le paillasson
je voulais aller à la barre des 'Trois Faisans'
je voulais rendre visite à mes gens,
les vrai mecs, qui, comme moi,
trouvent la vérité au fond d'un verre
dans le ciel un avion passait
et j'ai pensé à toi
et tes cheveux longs décolorés
et tes yeux gris et tes lèvres rouges et ta voix douce et timide
je suis allé seul
les réverbères brillaient dans le crépuscule
le son de la migration pendulaire était trop fort
et je voulais un coup à boire
le seuil était couvert des mégots
un vieil homme me regardait sans émotion alors qu'il fumait une autre clope
Je suis allé dans le bar j'ai pris ma place au zinc
J'ai soulevé mon verre en ton honneur
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8. |
Into the Sea
02:35
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Now we have said all that there is
and left with a painted smile three thousand days wide
Stepped into the grey of East Pennine rain
God I forgot just how cold it could be...
I walked for days into the fog
kicked up the dead leaves in burnt chestnut hues
closing one eye and counting to ten
Fumbled with keys and then slid down the hall
Here’s one more to mark when the keel was laid down
And one more for when the ribs were hammered in place
And one more for when we made hell down the slipway
And made our way into the sea
... now that my hands are blistered and worn
Broken at each knuckle, twisted and ripped
stained with the salt of too many days
looking for harbour in dangerous shores
We were flying our flag, proud in the storm
loaded with barrels enough to get by
if that was our best , I was the last to admit it
Flotsam and jetsam and driftwood surrounds us now
We built our boat and we built it well
Through the hurricane damning Poseidon to hell
Now she sits, rotting at dock
And i would rebuild her if I had the chance or the luck
Here’s one more to mark when the keel was laid down
And one more for when the ribs were hammered in place
And one more for when we made hell down the slipway
And made our way into the fucking cold sea
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Le Trio de Christiaan Barnard Leeds, UK
Based in Leeds, England, TCB3 are a lo-fi / alt anglo-french, guitar and technology-based music
project.
TCB3 sont musiciennes lo-fi qui jouons les guitares et les échantillonneurs, souvent ils chantent en française... Ils viennent de Leeds, L'Angleterre...
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