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Bear Street - wack version

If I blow hard enough
On the embers of our bodies
Will you see the flame?
If the rest is insurmountable
You are the formidable
Who pushes me
Who sees me
 
I hear other voices
I can see
The bottom of your heart
Of gold
 
If you blow hard enough
On the embers of my body
Will it burn the flame?
If the rest is surmountable
We are the veritable
Who will be where we want
 

Acid

The heart has fallen
I am conscious
The roles have changed
Everything is sour
The bodies hanging in the air
The blind bite
The heart has fallen
I hallucinate
 
I lost the shortcut
That leads to the war
Of my dying head
That sees you underhandedly
Enter me like a weapon
Into the heart of our brothers
Enter like a king as if you wanted to make me shut up
 
The heart has fallen
I am conscious
The roles have changed
Everything is sour
The bodies hanging in the air
The blind bite
The heart has fallen
I hallucinate
The heart has fallen
I hallucinate
 
Life twists my arms
Life twists my arms
Life twists my arms
Night in my arms
In my arms
In my arms
 

If only

Don't get me wrong
But when you dance
My head turns
Your feet are swinging
And you throw yourself
Into the crowd
 
If only
If only
If only
I had known that falling breaks your bones
 
When you sing at night
My heart gets dirty
Your soul stays hidden
Gets born again on the floor
I cannot see it
I cannot believe it
 
That if only
If only
If only
I had known that falling breaks your bones
 
Lift your arms
May the storm be reborn
Don't leave, or I'll stop
Lift your arms
May the storm be reborn
Don't leave, or I'll stop
 
If only
If only
If only
If only
If only
If only
If only
If only I had known
 

The taste of cement

A dead slap, a trapper fist
In the throat a taste of flowers
Rotting from the front and inside
Scripts of me dying
 
Fool me again
I let myself make believe
That today I am dying
And tomorrow from seeing you
 
You walk barefoot on the moment
I run after you with a vibrating heart
You will not make me taste the cement
I swear it as long as I live
 
Fool me again
I let myself make believe
That today I am dying
And tomorrow from seeing you
 

Waltzing upside-down B

It's black in my head
It's white in my dreams
The others will pass by other paths than me
The others will pass by other paths than me
Late in the evening, when it's windy
You go out, the knife in my belly / You take the knife from my belly
 

Christmas everywhere

I got your card yesterday
A missive from the holidays
Made from red and green paper
Pure gold the proudest
I don't know if I'm coming
Give me the time to think about it
 
I will spend Christmas on a plane
On a ship in the middle of the water
Christmas on a mountain
In Spain, in Brittany
Christmas on the moon
Or maybe on Saturn
Christmas, Christmas everywhere
But at our place
 
I will not sing the winter
Or put on lights
Dance around the Christmas tree
Then pretend I'm fine
I don't want to be mean
But I will be absent
 
I will spend Christmas on a plane
On a ship in the middle of the water
Christmas on a mountain
In Spain, in Brittany
Christmas on the moon
Or maybe on Saturn
Christmas, Christmas everywhere
But at your place
 
You will have decorated everything beautifully
From the ceiling to the floor
At midnight I will be far away
And I won't need
You anymore, or anyone
Summer or autumn
 
I will spend Christmas on a plane
On a ship in the middle of the water
Christmas on a mountain
In Spain, in Brittany
Christmas on the moon
Or maybe on Saturn
Christmas, Christmas everywhere
Christmas everywhere
 

Waltzing upside-down

My head on the pavement
Your party in a mirror
I am afraid of understanding it upside-down
Of seeing you waltzing on the ground
I believed having heard the echo
Of a desire from a bit up above
Your lips red from wine
And I who lacks your hand
 
Take my arm
Take me, not the arm
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Speak to me very quietly
Speak to me very quietly
Don't look at me
Don't look at me
 
My face in your hair
It would nearly make me believe in God
The alcohol in the neglected air
I hope it will soon burn
You go, you come to them
Under my older/rainy gaze
Your black woolen pullover
I don't think I have ever seen you more beautiful
 
Take my arm
Take me, not the arm
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Speak to me very quietly
Speak to me very quietly
Let go of my arm
Then forget it
 
Take my arm
Take me, not the arm
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
 

Mirror

I apologize for my body
For my heart
I know that I changed the tone
Changed the background of my head
I forgot to bite your fingers
To show you what not to conceal
I apologize for my heart
For my body
 
But my death warrant is far away
Too far away, too strong
Still
 
Mirror, mirror
I know I'm the ugliest
Our bodies, our bodies
Cradled by all my mistakes
I am wrong, I am wrong
You don't see the end of the cross
The fate, the fate
Of dancing around death
Of dancing around death
 
But my death warrant is far away
Too far away, too strong
Still
 
I apologize for my body
I've never wanted to change the tone
I apologize for my heart
For my body
 

Belvédère

I will never
Climb onto the Belvédère
I will not end
My walk in the woods
I will never find
The peak in the dark
 
For there's no house
For the last ones
For there are no seasons anymore
Just the winter
And there are no champions
Just my demons
And I climb onto the Belvédère
To make them shut up
 
I will never climb
Onto the Belvédère
 

1998

The sun exploded
I hide, I hide
In the views
 
The lake will eat me
It makes me mad, it makes me mad
I flee from it
 
The others will look for me
It's not that bad, it's not that bad
I feel it
 
The others will find me
It's very bad, it's very bad
I follow them
 
Summer is six feet underground
Like my dreams and my childish head
Summer is six feet underground
Like my dreams and my childish head
Summer is six feet underground
Like my dreams and my childish head
 

The snow

I'm ahead of myself
Finding the guilty one
If there's sap
There must be a villain
And I have the woman monster
That devours me
I follow it into its cage
I kill it inside its cage
 
At dawn, at dawn
In the hot snow and the cold
In the shadow, in the shadow
When the heat turns itself into the king
 
At dawn, at dawn
In the hot snow and the cold
In the shadow, in the shadow
When the heat turns itself into the king
 

Igloo

The clouds collapse on my head
The sea swallows my feet
The wind, like a dirty traitor,
Amuses itself by making me fold
And well, I lose the map
Without ever really finding my place again
 
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
Under the eyes of the plastic owl
In Basse-Ville, there lies my igloo
 
Without seeing or hearing anyone
I only talk to myself
And in the night I leave the debate
And I try to shut up
I have learned of the cast
That everyone finds their count
 
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
Under the eyes of the plastic owl
In Basse-Ville, there lies my igloo
 
I have never needed you
But all alone, it's cold
My shadow, you can come back
I promise to never flee from you again
 
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
I will burn the plastic owl
And make a river out of my igloo
 

This morning

It's easy to see
Walking in the dark
It's easy to believe
The promises of the dead
 
It's that you lost your head this morning
Which causes me, which causes me
It's that you lost your head this morning
Which causes me great sorrow
 
If the shiver wins all the steps of the race that I drink in the evening
It's the wind that speaks in the slightly deaf rhythm of the accessory organ
Here the city is dead, here the city is dead, here lies the city
 
It's that you lost your head this morning
Which causes me, which causes me
It's that you lost your head this morning
Which causes me great sorrow
 
It's that you lost your head this morning
Which causes me, which causes me
It's that you lost your head this morning
Which causes me great sorrow
 

Today, tomorrow

Today, tomorrow
Maybe if my head left my body
And my blood came about
Maybe if my hands touched the bottom
And my tongue turned around
Today, tomorrow
 

The tides

In the labyrinth
Under the conifers
Voices interweaved
Drunk with absinthe
In yesterday's summer
Words interrupted
 
And the guillotine cries
Its sharp tear
Puts out the sound of the river
And haunts me
 
The tides take me up
Against the island and the rain
The tides show me
How to live at night
 
I spent the winter
Fighting the nothingness
But it's stronger
The star is a pervert
The lunar count
Ends and takes me with it
 
And the guillotine cries
Its sharp tear
Puts out the sound of the river
And haunts me
 
The tides take me up
Against the island and the rain
The tides show me
How to live at night
How to live boredom
 

The excuses

I learned by mistake that people dress up
They wait for death under the roof of churches
That on the mountains in the morning
The wild years that make us human go to sleep
 
I learned by mistake that you dress up
That you swear loudly under the roof of churches
That on the mountains you lay down the women
That in your mouth songs get a soul
 
When the crave will burn our gods
When death will break its vows
When reason will split up in two
Swallow your bones
Beg the fire for forgiveness
Swallow your waters
Beg the fire for forgiveness
 

Ugliness

I skedaddled
I never said where I went
I took a taste to disappearing
I don't even know where I go
It cannot be worse than here
Here I die with little shouts
It cannot be more horrible
I will go where it's less ugly
 
All alone I go away, all alone
Without fear, I go forward without fear
Elsewhere, I will go elsewhere
But I lied because deep down I'm afraid
 
The powder is always in my pocket
I don't know who I want to be
I'm afraid of someone reproaching me
For not having known what to do about it
To have wasted my opportunity
To have drowned in this vast world
To have chosen the solution
Nearest to disappointment
 
All alone I go away, all alone
Without fear, I go forward without fear
Elsewhere, I will go elsewhere
But I lied because deep down I'm afraid
 
Don't listen to what I say
I don't know who I am
I thought I was strong like the wind
Naiveté of a child
 

Technicolor

When my birds
Will pierce your skin
In the water holes
I'll find the words
 
In another language
To be sure to understand
That your face is hollow
That mine would be better
Against, against, against yours
 
In the tomb
It grinds on my skin
It spits out the piece
God punishes from too high above
 
I speak Technicolor
I'm not afraid of death
Before it's too late
Put down your body
Against, against, against mine