1. |
the greatest
04:33
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from my skin and bones
i escape
to find out
that i’m alone
from my words
and silence
i try to run
but i get lost
in my own two feet
and slowly i flee
into the arms
of the sea
where i will lay
my body
i will find out
where to be
i’ll run, i’ll scream
i’ll get lost in between
but i am the greatest
i am the greatest
i can be
and i took my head
folded it
like those papers
that you will never tell
and i took my heart
wrapped it
somewhere
underneath the bed
and i promised
i would
never tell
where i’ll lay
my body
deep in the ground
where all the flowers
they grew from
and i ran, i screamed
maybe i died in between
still
i was the greatest
i was
the greatest
i could be
oh i was the greatest
i was
the greatest i could be
and still i am the greatest
the greatest
i
could
be
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2. |
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i
am a storm
i saw
a light
came back
took me by surprise
again tonight
did you look at
the sea bed
did it take you
instead of the birds
i'm psycho
over the moon
i think too much
my feelings creep out
just like that
every night
i hate myself
at least ten times a day
but it passes me by
it passes by
and it goes by
i think i swallowed
the tide
the tide
you were once my friend
now i don't know
what we are anymore
it's life
it's fine i guess
birds gone wild
i can't take nothing
nothing nothing back
it hurts my head
i want what i should not
and what should not
desires me
i think too much
it creeps me out
the more i see
the less i want
the less i want
the more i see
i'm stuck
can't go home
not alone
so i let it go
[psycho]
i let it flow
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3. |
interlude (poème)
00:45
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i exist
to find out
i don’t know how
je suis vaste
d’un paysage
pourtant si bref
je me révolte
et rien ne vient
pourtant
tout arrive
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4. |
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i comfort
my discomfort
but it still
eats me
in the end
the sun is setting down
i stay awake anyway
so many tales inside
i don't know why
i am made this way
fine art
a recollection
dark dreams
and lack of hope
fine dreams
a dark collection
high fever
and broken bones
everyone getting gold hands
but i am stuck with silver
it's a strange feeling
[sorrow]
i constellate
[a fiction]
once i was ordinary*
now i'm involved with emotions
i don't even know
the present the past
and all the things
i always thought
i'd never be afraid
everyone getting gold hands
but i am stuck with silver
*sylvia plath
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5. |
winter (acoustic)
04:12
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i stand
with that soft ice
on my face
vast fields
and some kind
of blooming tree
little breeze
of an infinite wind
time is slow
and somehow
frozen in the mountains
in the night
tall shadows
haunting the plains
ahead i see
all bright and clear
just the beauty
of a blissful
reverie
capture the snow
in a sight
open window
to the south
everyone asleep
[still life]
and soothing light
outside
all those
distant suns
they [a]rise
one's going to the eye
to the hand
and to the other eye
our hands
they want to touch
what our eyes see
hold on,
i hold on to the reverie
velvet blue sky
lets on
an icy white moon
dark and shimmering
night
i've got
all those birds
flying in front of me
all those trees
growing up
within me
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there's a voice
in your head
saying those demons
they're not your friends
they're talking
they're screaming
they're creeping in the night
there's a voice
in your head
saying those demons
they're not your friends
take them by the hand
they'll drown you in hell
is your computer
making a weird noise
again
but oh wait,
it's not that
it's your brain
high on some meds
or marijane again
[that's why you're insane]
found asleep at the wheel
again this morning
said you'd been driving
through the night
to forget some things
in the car
the smell of the smoke
and the radio
still playing
this sad song
to remind you that everything
has still gone out wrong
it's your
new millennium workout routine
learn to let go
it's your
new millennium workout routine
just learn to let go
gotta learn to let go
learn to let go
just let go
just let it go
just
let it all go
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l i l a Québec
soft & slow sounds
from somewhere
between the sea
and the sky
hoping to comfort one
somehow,
sometimes
in the darkest times
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