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1970
01:56
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Château de Blois
04:53
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Château de Blois, down from the donjon
Château de Blois, black flag waving in the wind
Château de Blois, the soldiers howled, thunder ramble
Château de Blois, the battle is going to start
Château de Blois, we’ll fight till the death
Château de Blois, glory, glory, Princess Anne
Château de Blois, Duke of Guise will come back
Château de Blois, the dragon stands by at the bottom of moat
Château de Blois, fire, blood, tears, fears
Château de Blois, clic clac, clic clac, horses dance
Château de Blois, the drawbridge exploded in a big bang
Château de Blois, we’ll rise again from our ashes
Down from the donjon, Princess Anne waits on her bed
Half closed eyes, the wet fingers
The end of the war !!!
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Acide Gauloise
07:39
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Robert was a poor old man, his passion is called "alcohol ".
He felt glad, between 4 & 6 a.m., in a little dingly bar at the corner of a street without name. A red, red wine gushed forth in his kaleidoscopic glass, it was paradise and he floated and felt in levitation, sometimes reached the ceiling. Hanging in the smocky air, he saw him, leant on the bar filling tirelessly his glass, “poor Robert” he thought.
- Do you remember when you where young? Do you recall this actress you met in Blois ? You run hand in hand in the fields of corn and make love till the nightfall.
- Do you remember mountains ? The little red haired girl, who played and laughed so loud ?
But in the North, in the South, in the West, in the East, a white knight raised unicorn, lost in the grey of the stuffy fog. Glad and proud, whistling an old hit of the 60’s. He tried to reach his princess. He find his way in the vastness of the space. Can we show him the way ? Can we show him the way ? Can we show me the way ? Can we show me the way ?
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Jane the Aeroplane
05:59
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Jane was like a plane, so she could fly in the sky ! Ride all the stars to reach the sun, ride all the stars to reach the sun. It’s not a dream ! It’s not a dream ! In broad daylight, at the nightfall, she left the ground and going round. It’s not a lie, it’s not a fake. It’s just the honest truth ! I know it’s
strange, completely mad. Sometimes she fell into sadness. Goddess Jane ? Priestess Jane ? In my heart I keep you. Oh, in my mind, in my dreams, I will catch you, and I’ll burn all my wings in our fights, in our vicious frolics !
Fly again, I want to see you, fly again. Fly again, I want to see you fly again. I want you, I swear it’s true, in a golden cage to damp my rage. Pretty bird, come in my world, it's time to celebrate our love.
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Chorus of Frogs
07:29
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Three little bees on “Black Flower Please “
Were dancing in the yellow ocean of the pistil
In the wind of spring
Four century old oaks, who seem to say
“We are the witness of our age” raising and proud
In the sky of spring
Five green apples, on a table
Were glittering in the sun for two or three hours
In the sun of spring
With six litres of red wine, it’s very fine !
Holy mind, sweet liking, holy spring
Holy spring
Seven white horses in a field
Were running through the country of April
In the blue grass of spring
Eight line poem, it’s a very nice scheme
Were burning in the flame of a firework
In the heat of spring
One boy and two pretty girls were lying on the floor
Were making love. Is it paradise ?
In the rut of spring !
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Chorus of Love
05:16
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My love behind the shroud, with diamonds and pearls. The hair tressed, the face painted, now
she left forever !
How many tears ?
How many fears ?
How many dreams ? The eternity ?
She’s my love, to kill love !
My love under the cross, in the black hole, in the brown earth.
The pierced eyes,the broken heart, now she left forever !
How many tears ?
How many fears ?
How many dreams ? The eternity ?
She’s my love, to kill love !
L’amour sous le linceul, paré de diamants et de deuil
Les cheveux noués, le visage fardé, elle s’en ira pour toujours !
Combien de larmes ?
Combien de peurs ?
Combien de reves ? Toute l’éternité ?
Tu es mon amour, tu es mon amour ! TUER L’AMOUR !
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Holy Land/Holy War
05:06
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And Loreen raised his glass, to the health of kings and queens. It’s the great day for the braves
all those sacrified. And he said “It’s time to leave, it’s time to leave”. And he watched, for the
last time, his holy land ! Out of the town, in country fields, the dying walked in asphyxiating
smokes. Some faces full of tears, dirty land, scary end, in cave of fiend ! In the cold, in the
dark, in this emptiness. It’s a dead-end, it’s a wrong way for the happiness !
“Take our breath away” “Take our breath away”
And I swept of all my fears,and I dryed all my tears. And I fought monsters in the night, I rode dragons in the fight. I floated on the world. I prayed and closed my eyes ! I floated on the world. I prayed and closed my eyes, my eyes !
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Peter ran through the underwood of the hibernal country
When the hooter howled, in the grey sky of the morning
He ran and ran, and heard the barking of dogs coming near.
Then peter saw behind a wall, a deserted manor.
Inside reigned a strange atmosphere, on the walls, portraits of ancestors
Armors, pole axes, some medieval objects
A musical box played a sourish music.
He climbed the stairs, pushed the door, found himself in a vast room
The door banged violently, he was taken prisoner
And heard a sarcastic laugh, lost in darkness, out of time
Then Peter thought in this cheerlessness: “I’m a prisoner, I’m the prisoner ”
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Monoplace Camera
07:50
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Second floor, next door, I walk along the long corridor.
All is quiet, no one speaking, no one laughing, no one crying.
I take my key, I push the door.
It’s a small, small, small room.
It’s a monoplace camera.
One thousand million people, bodies packed, cities shocked.
A land in a complete saturation, I remain alone.
All is stuffy, no one speaking, no one laughing, no one crying.
I switch on the television and I remain alone.
I’m a lost, lost, lost man.
I’m in a monoplace camera.
The power, the power, the power said :
“No more love, no more sex, no more lust
No more coupling, no more children”
It’s the martial law, it’s the monoplace camera’s law !
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Stazione Termini
09:16
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The Pitch
06:08
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Let’s pray the Pitch, in the pouring rain
Follow the hearse, on the muddy way
Let’s celebrate the end of his reign
Cry the death of this thinking man
Sound the bells ! Sound the bells ! Sound the bells !
In the towns, in the fields, in the sky, in the space
Write his name, on the walls, on the clouds, on the stars
Let’s sing this song, all around the world
Let’s cry this pain, across the universe.
Cry the death of this thinking man
Cry the death till the next hundred years !
“Hey pitch, so sweet is the death, it’s just one caress.
Hey pitch, so quiet is the death, like the silence on the ocean.”
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12. |
2010
02:00
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