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our nights awoken
02:33
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are we bound to fail? we know nothing but to scream and spend our nights awoken - we're far from home
is it born to fade? our future's a blur, and at our best we sure are smaller than right before
is it hard to face? we know better than to fear some maze
we will sort this out, you and i both
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celebration
04:25
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i have seen flashlights in between shutters
and the night was sharp and full of thunders
so i'm waiting for something to happen, for i don't know how to chose
and i might have sensed a turning point, well it shouldn't be so crude
still i've got this sureness in me: i ride downhill
i do feel the loneliness in me, i can't stand still
yet i'm back on top of my bike - i know i've drank way too much
every night feels like a farewell party... whose arms are next to clutch?
as long as we've got things to celebrate, i shouldn't behave as such...
still i reckon the sadness in me - i won't stand still
let me feed the loneliness in me, i'll ride downhill
i have seen flashlights in between shutters
i've thought of the moon shining on cutters
sailing memories can be tough, i've heard
so i'm waiting for something to happen, for i have to decide how to chose
and i know how to sense a turning point, i've got so much to lose
still i want the warmth in this liquor - it's all downhill
how quick can my confidence flicker? i can't stand still
so i embrace this melancholy - like a wouldlike therapy
let me feed the loneliness in me - i ride downhill
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backwards
03:19
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the only direction i'm sure of goes backwards
of all the things moored, i can clearly spell one: sensuousness
i can't help but dive into your questioning eyes
but none of this does even matter when we are walking, while we keep on walking
and i know that some day our ways will diverge
knives and days to unveil, those times are sharp
'cause our threads are a threat, and our friendship is a web
but none of this does even matter, because we are walking, since we are walking
towards the bridge, and towards a shop, and against the clock... we shall never stop
talking or not, and tying in knots, on exhausted feet, we shall never stop
so we are walking, because we are walking, while we are walking, since we keep on walking
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à l'est des grandes dunes... comme l'air est riche ! on s'enivre à même le sable
on rêve d'orients, on échafaude des plans sans grain de sable
le soir, en roue libre, on crève l'affiche, on s'expose, méconnaissables
mais soudain la brume nous enveloppe et consume tout amour propre
à la santé, à l'amour comme au destin, on trinque aux amitiés sans lendemain
vois comme un bref séjour nous isole.. à trop se délivrer, on s'affole
car je suis de ceux que l'on tord,
je ne vois que phobies et désordre à l'est des grandes dunes
à l'est des grandes dunes, on lâche la bride, on accumule les grains de sable
nos peurs se dessinent à même le vide, les interstices sont irrespirables
alors, de trois fois rien, quelques atomes, tout devient injustifiable
soudain, la brume nous enveloppe et couvre nos nuits d'opprobre
à la santé, à l'amour comme au destin, on trinque aux amitiés sans lendemain
en attendant des mots qu'ils reviennent, on s'offre des horizons à l'arlésienne
on confie les clés au hasard, et c'est tout l'édifice qui lézarde
vois comme ce bref séjour nous isole, à trop se délivrer on s'affole
car je suis de ceux que l'on tord
il n'y a que phobies et désordre à l'est des grandes dunes
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feral
02:48
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i don't want to talk, i don't need it now, it's just a waste of time
no beast in a cage would hold more than this... i cannot rest any time
i hope there's a way out
we don't always have to shout
it's hard to reckon that i have my share when you don't get to the point
am i to second such a feral stare? i can't adapt my viewpoint
i hope there's a way out
we don't always have to shout
let's wait for the drought
we'll learn how to shatter doubts
i'll get to hear you someday, i'll even grab your maydays
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fake cheese
06:19
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i wish that i could spend the whole day eating fake cheese with you
counting birds and making love is everything we'd do
well, truth is, this happened twice and i didn't pay attention
perhaps there's an island crowded with effigies where i'm always right on time?
some call this an apogee, i can understand why... still i've ruined the momentum
i'm amazed by how quickly we can fuck up anything
it's easy to tumble
i wish that we could spend another weekend in Istanbul
we would drink tea and smell tulips at the corner of the Bosphorus
well, truth is an argument there would be nice again
perhaps we're an island crowded with effigies that's shaking for the first time
we're living an apogee, this is remarkable, still beware the momentum
i'm amazed by how quickly we can fuck up everything
it's easy to tumble
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three years
01:51
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i know for sure that this was the last time we ever met
three years and i haven't thought about it every day
we were warned for long, still no one is prepared for it, really
i'd never guessed how close sadness and relief happen to be
three years is what it takes to leave behind any certainty
i lost my ways, i lost the count... maybe it's fine? here's a new man
i've learnt not to bear you any grief about all of this
i'd never guessed how close sadness and relief happen to be
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open lies
03:18
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here's a thing that i've learnt: my secrets are best kept open
all the lies are no good waiting there, at the back of my head... and not at the center of my face
here's a thing that i do, when caught at the middle of a crowd:
i can speak to some guy, acting like he's my best friend... then i'm always getting bored straight away
so... it's a bit hard for me to remember what caused your wrath, what caused your anger
well, it's a big deal for me to realize where the truth was and where it hides
here's a thing i'm sure about: we're all playing the wrong game - whether we're false or right won't decide the outcome of our fights, for we're all forgetting losers anyway, 'cause we're all forgetting losers anyhow
so... it's a bit hard for me to remember what caused your wrath, what caused your anger
well, it's a big deal for me to realize where the truth was and where it hides
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how come?
04:12
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how come it's so hard to sing "well, i like it"?
i woke up late just to see someone angry
there's no way out, we're locked in subjectivity
we spend our time playing judge and party
still i would like to know what i did wrong
let's find hideaways where we tell things alright
we're having hard times staying positive
no matter how late, today there was no compliment
and in the end, in our moods there's nothing bright
it makes us feel like parasites in a Nick Drake song
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amnesiac
03:01
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we're glad right now... there's finally a thing we're good at: we could find a nice way to end two horror weeks
i'm full today... everything goes the right way, i can get back to my tasks, as obsessed as i can be
but i swear to the sky that i'll be a better man
and i'm sure that this time promises will hold tight
running circles is how we handle everything... we better enjoy the time spent on top of the hill
how hard's a role i wouldn't dare to compose?
how hard's the day right next to an earthquake?
but i swear to the sky that i'll be a better man
and i'm sure that this time promises will hold tight
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big white sails
05:01
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let's hoist big white sails, let's cover up the streets,
hide this stray noise, hide this temple of gray
see the words on the wall? they're like maps of my brain...
... whispering paths i shall take, but none i expect
and i wait for a sign, and i wait for a word, and i'm scared for a year... aren't you answering now?
let's spread out big white sails, let's dress a table
i feel hungry now, but i can't eat a thing
no matter how you run, i have no patience
and i wait for a sign, and i wait for a word, and i'm scared for like ever... aren't you answering now?
aren't you answering now?
am i really that paranoid?
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unless
03:49
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i know it's high time to leave those things behind, prepare for a ride and witness dawn on a train, it won't stop until Spain
i've been told a lot about Japan and Caillebotte, Perth, Klimt and the Scotts - i need to meet them all, i won't rest until then... many places to scratch on the wall, i won't rest until dawn
i need to walk this trail, a million steps a day, unless i'm setting sail? i could cross an ocean and shore on the Kerguelens, i'm sure that i'll get there, unless i'm somewhere else, planning my next trip, focused on being distracted, jumping from town to ship, one step away from nowhere, i know it's high time to leave those things behind and prepare for a ride
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call a friend
03:30
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it is time now to call a friend, there must be one amongst the men
maybe he's got a cast to spell, maybe she's wise enough to help?
now we're facing a deadlock and there's no chalk to draw a door on
i know the man's got his problems... still he's someone i'm counting on
it is time now to call a friend
she might be one to settle south, he might be one i don't know yet
i was told by word of mouth that i'm about to become a threat
and i've lost control once again, we've spent another night in pain
i know the girl's got her problems, still she's someone i'm counting on
it is time now to call a friend
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Onze Lyon, France
I'm Pierre.
I like pop, I like folk, I like ambiant stuff.
I like to spend time alone in my bedroom to record the mixture of pop, folk and ambiant the most reflective of my mood.
Onze recommends:
Psych-pop rock band with 60s & 90s influences. I played the bass-guitar. Recording this LP was painful and in the end broke the band, but the album is actually great in my opinion.
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Indie-rock, Sonic-Youth-tribute style of band where I played bass-guitar and sing a little with great pleasure and fun. I recorded the Demo for finding gigs, which ended up on vinyl. Pretty cool eh?
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My first "serious" band. A lot of math/post-rock influences, without being really either. I did the recording myself. I did a lot of mistakes and learnt a lot. After the split, we did Rouille Taupe.
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Heartfelt without being cloying and playful while delving below the surface, the lo-fi indie of Metagirl embraces chaos and contradiction.
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In the tender intersection of indie rock and country/folk sits this album of quiet power from Chicago's Jodi.
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Scottish singer-songwriter shares poignant lessons on time and relationships against a sweeping folk backdrop studded with field recordings.
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