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Brambles of Dourlens
03:51
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We are the brambles of Dourlens
And we grow throughout the fortress’s cracks
Metal clamps pulled my belly,
Monsters flowed between my legs
Examined from inside my body,
Forced way to join the State wards
We are the brambles of Dourlens
And we grow throughout the fortress’s cracks
With my school mates, wisely work in the fields
Clean my children cage, like a lifeless Cinderella
Obedient, smooth, apathetic maids
Untidy drags, easy drags.
Drags, we are drags, and we are locked in Dourlens
For being free wild girls.
We are the brambles of Dourlens
And we grow throughout the fortress’s cracks
If we dare resist authority,
Our bodies are bound to put on ugly straitjackets
Tight on our chests like old corsets, let us breathe…
Let us breathe, oh let us ramble again, and wander freely
Far away, let us breathe, let us ramble again, and wander freely
We are the brambles of Dourlens, we sneak into cracks and holes…
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The Poet
02:46
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One day, one poet
That I met
Truly believed in beauty of reality.
Unfortunately
He bumped into
An old lady – Bitch, corrupted witch.
(refrain)
How can you believe
All that shit, all that shit
How can you believe what they taught you at school
While your fresh brain tricked you so well…
The poet I met
Turned into
A loony scientist – Glitter, plastic glory
Excuse me, Sir,
Will you move from my path?
My anger is going to kill you
(refrain)
The poet, he’s dead
Of too much pride
Crushed my dreams away – I decide so to kill him a second time.
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The Clown
03:29
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Far in the country there was a fair,
Only the music of the circus would break silence in the air.
Deep in the country, there was a clown,
Only his tricks and funny face would make little children laugh.
I was dazed and curious to enter this odd village,
Where young and old folks were the same age.
No poetry in my words and manners,
I asked to the clown what the hell they were playing at, down there.
« We are not playing, we are living
« How can you tell what is hiding in people's minds?
« With which heart can you feel ? »
Once I tasted the tender bitterness in my mouth,
Blood flowing throughout my teeth,
Felt as good as you may have felt it bad for me.
Felt as good as you may have felt it bad for me…
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Folly Stone
03:40
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Long ago, when time would be as misty as empty
Some physicians would be dealing with a poor creature
from whom the devil took possession of;
As the rumor spread over the village
The poor creature frightened the less innocent ones
Those great scientists were working on uncertain experiments
In a house twisted by dark bushes.
But nobody did know about it,
At least, nobody talked about it.
He goes out at night, goes out, freaks me out…
The poor creature was wandering, staggering more and more everyday
His steps were losing direction, his body freezing, his look fading
But nobody did know about it,
At least, nobody talked about it.
He goes out at night, goes out, freaks me out…
A strange mellowed mood fell on people,
As the poor creature lost a piece of himself.
The villagers spread the rumour the physicians took the folly stone out of him
Now he's gone, and they took his soul away
Now he's mad, and they believe they are sane
He goes out at night, goes out, freaks me out…
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The Painter
04:07
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In a world where dreaming is a childish whim,
And earning is the key,
I witnessed the rebirth of the poet I had killed,
Out of the blue
He came back to me as a little insolent boomerang,
And said to my ear:
(refrain)
« This war is not over, and may never end, never end,
« This war is not over and may never end, never end,
« But I am with you. »
He finally disappeared from my path,
Still the shadow of his words floating over my head,
Like a cloud ready to blow up into tears of truth.
(refrain)
Years have passed, turns out I became the corrupted witch,
As my heart turned into solid marble
Fortunately I bumped into an old painter
Who opened his gallery for me,
Colours would resonate into the core of my heart
(refrain)
« This war is not over, and may never end, never end,
« This war is not over and may never end, never end,
« This war is not over and may never end, never end,
I suddenly realized that it was the same old voice than the poet’s…
« This war is not over and may never end, never end,
I suddenly realized that it was the same old voice than the poet’s…
« But I am with you. »
Colours would resonate into the core of my heart, breaking the marbled armor into pieces …
This war is not over, not over…
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Shake ! Witches are back
04:16
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She’s going to rise up…
Lost in her dreams, walking by the sea
Two glowing eyes landed on her rags
Bess startled, sweet feathers floating away,
“come, lady, come” the owl said, “follow me”
“Revenge calls me ! Fear me now !...”
Bess slowly slipped, naked in the sea
The sorceress poured a potion on her skin
Death gazed at me, sucking all my pride
Flowers would fade, never the furies.
Shake you will shake ! Witches are – back !
You will shake, you will shake,
You will feel the ground shaking underneath your feet,
Earthquakes everywhere, moon dust blasting,
Ship of fools overthrowing the sea,
Madness is here.
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7. |
Dead Leaf
02:42
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I am a dead leaf
I didn’t fall from the highest branch
But a howling wind tore me away from the tree I used to dance on with others, sometimes.
Here's come the fall
Some feet crush on me
But i no longer feel nothing, cause I am a dead leaf
Green yellow red brown grey,
I’m going trough every mood
Now I've lost my stem,
Only a few veins left, aside my pierced and crackled skin
Happily, I have the winter long to disappear - peacefully,
And be reborn at spring
Cause i'm just a dead leaf, among the leaves, like every leaf,
From a tree i ignore the roots.
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From Silent Shades
05:06
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Weirdos
03:41
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Wandering in a crowded street,
A tiny little boy was holding his bunny tight on his chest,
Wondering where to go alone,
Distress in the eyes, whispering to his destroyed one-eyed bunny:
« Don’t look at them, they’re all weirdos, don’t tell them our secret »
Would people care? Just a few glancing a funny look at the boy.
I tried to approach the helpless creature
And help him find his way home
But he cried and spit on me like an angry wild cat
Slowly rolling on the floor, twisting, loosing it.
« Don’t look at me, I’m the weirdo, don’t tell them my secret »
Would people care? Or would I be too pretentious to help the boy.
His parents ran out of nowhere, followed by the whole kit,
Police, firemen, doctors, ready to lock him up.
I watched the scene as an absurd picture and whispered:
« Don’t look at them, they’re all weirdos, I won't tell your secret »
Would people care? Or would I be too pretentious to help the boy.
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Bess of Bedlam Lyon, France
Bess of Bedlam is a duo with Fanny L’Héritier & Guillaume Médioni, also members of Odessey and
Oracle.
A capricious, fanciful and sophisticated pop, sometimes coloured with psychedelic folk.
A songwriting influenced by Anglo-Saxon music (Kate Bush, Robert Wyatt, Virginia Astley, Joni Mitchell), including lyrics which express a taste for English poetry.
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