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Last cigarette | 30 mars 2008

 

My heart is rocking and you're evaporating
around me.
I'm walking down the lane, a blackberry branch in the hands
And I'm sowing the petals of your skin behind me.
I'm walking down the white lane
My heart slides on the road and your voice echoes around:

I'm walking down your lips.


  Ref.
Baby, baby can't you see it's my last cigarette!
Your words are fading on the edge of my lips
And I'm singing along!
Baby, baby, i'm looking at my last cigarette
Burning up, getting weary

And I'm singing along!


                  My temples are buzzing and your eyes are whirling
around me.
I'm looking down the road :
In the puddles I can see my tears wiping out the sky.
I'm looking down the road:
But on the white petals I'm trampling on
I can't see your face burning.

I'm watching you fading.


  Baby, baby can't you see it's my last cigarette!
Your words are fading on the edge of my lips
And I'm singing along!
Baby, baby, i'm looking at my last cigarette
Burning up, getting weary
And I'm singing along,
Whispering you a swinging goodbye.

 


    Bande son ***Emilie Simon- Fleur de saison (accoustique)***

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Burning eyes | 30 mars 2008

 

Here, up in my tree
I'm looking back at you
-Feeling the rain sliding along my shoulders
-feeling the rain soaking through my hair
                But it doesn't matter.


 Here, up in my tree
I'm looking back at you
And the rain seems so unreal in your eyes.

 


 In your eyes I can see
My reflection in the branches
And the tree casting rays of sun in the air, burning out the sky.

My skin is so wet but my heart seems so warm
Through my soul I can see my eyes reflecting yours

 


 Here, up in my tree
I am looking back at you
There's no rain anymore:
Looking in your eyes is just like staring at a burning star.

 


 Bande son ***Feelings- the offspring***

Publié par Mélite à 13:13:35 dans Lilies in the pocket | Commentaires (0) |

Old Aaron | 28 mars 2008

 

Old Aaron sits there alone,
Under a  spider-shaped tree.
“Old Aaron is wrong” they all said.
 

Old Aaron sits there alone,
Can't look at the sky.
Under his cherry tree,
He stares at the circles dancing
In the mud puddle,
He stares at the raindrops
 Washing out the reflexion of his red skin in the water.
 

“Old Aaron is wrong” they said,
And he wonders why younger ones can't see the world throught his wet eyes.
He wonders why he sits there alone again, hoping.
He said: “Fraternity's fading. People together can't get going”.
 

-But he is still there waiting. -

 

Bande son ***Micky Green- Oh***

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The aerialist | 27 mars 2008

 

I am a aerialist
Dancing on an vanishing thread
Twirling around
Again and again
Waiting for your voice to fade away
Fearing that your song could slow down. 

 


 I am a ballerina,
Locked in a soap bubble
Wondering if my dreams will burst and split
Or if I will reach and land on the moon.

 


 I am drifting in an evaporating sea
Wondering why you always reverse when I step forward
Wondering if I had better  wait for you or let my feelings die
Wondering why good things always end up on the edge of the precipice.

 

BANDE SON ***Yaelle Naïm- puppet***


Publié par Mélite à 21:56:37 dans Lilies in the pocket | Commentaires (0) |

Día de lluvia | 19 mars 2008

Lo encontré un jueves

-día de lluvia-

 

Estaba vestido de grises

-nubes evanescentes-

 

Estaba vestido sin colores

-lágrimas de lluvia-

 

Como gota de agua fría, te cayaste :

-aguacero oscuro-.

 

Te deslizaste sobre mi piel

-pimiento de amor-

Hacia mi corazón

Corriste, pimiento negro

Mezclado de sangre.

 

 

BANDE SON: *** Ojalá Pudiera Borrarte- Maná***

Publié par Mélite à 14:31:34 dans Lilies in the pocket | Commentaires (2) |

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