The daylight cleared the curtains, a filtered sun fullfilled the room
The taste of the night blew out from our open mouths
With noses full of cocaine we fell asleep in the shade
I’d like to replay the scene again
With the effect of aspirine and the smell of the coffee you made
I’d like to replay the scene once again
I am the guide, I am your blood
The evil tide in the flood
The oniric sky that powders your ground
To a brighter white path going wild
I am the guide, I am the sun
Burning your wings behind the fun
A blinding light, a midnight call
A nightmare playing your fall
I am the guide, I am the train
On the railways to ease your pain
Until the speed out of control
Shakes the tourments you cannot reload
At dawn when all the guests are gone, I will be dancing alone
Sunrays will shape on the sheets dark shadows of my spirit
May i play me a song that whispers the words i’m singing in my head
About the melodies linking both of us, the echoes of a cry muted to a sigh…
Show me your beautiful breast
And let me suck your tits
Please give me all the best
I want to bite your nipples
Did someone ever tell you
How people really call me ?
They call me khon kin nom…
We’re bursting ourselves wasting time we could share
Reason and wisdom do not match with our needs
We forbid us freedom and allow the pain
Let grow sorrows and build our regrets
As long as we try to own both of us
As long as we belong to each other
We ban us to live, keep what we can give
Shy what’s to express and get lost in this mess
As long as we play to own both of us
As long as we belong to each other
We’ll be falling…
Je traverse une mauvaise passe. En voiture, j’entends l’un des tubes du moment, une chanson du groupe Aaron « Lili (U-Turn) ». L’idée de composer quelque chose avec un accompagnement au piano me séduit alors et puis j’aime bien Colplay à cette époque. Bien que je ne sois pas un grand fan de la chanson d’Aaron, je la trouve bien foutue et les arrangements très sobres m’intéressent. Je ne sais comment, le titre « Don’t worry I’m going well » me vient en tête. Un message adressé à quelqu’un qui ne prend pas de mes nouvelles, ne s’inquiète pas pour moi… sans doute.
Don’t worry I’m going well, I just came out of my shell
I feel sorry that I’m pretending everything is fine
But you never seemed to worry this much
To remember we shared so much
Don’t worry I’m going well, I moved away from hell
I’m so naive and figuring you would care for me
But you never seem to worry this much
To remember we loved so much
You never ask me such a question
To give me a sign out of my seclusion
I’ve never been mad, never been sad, never been ill for you
I’ve never felt bad, never been down, I never cried for you
I’ve never been mad, never been sad, never been ill for you
I’ve never felt bad, never been down, I’ve never cried since you
Slammed this door craving for more
I read all the pages to point out the words
Blind, deaf, dumb and touchy, selfish, mean and guilty
This is your DNA library, your personal, cynical dictionary
Don’t worry I’m going well, I made a wish over the well
I’d be crappy to write it all down and send it all around
That you’ve never been mad, never been sad, never been ill for me
You’ve never felt bad, never been down, you never cried for me
That you’ve never been mad, never been sad, never been ill for me
You’ve never felt bad, never been down, never been here for me
‘Cause you are not sensitive at all
Le processus de création a toujours été un grand mystère pour moi. Bien sûr, on ne peut nier les évidences, la création est souvent le fruit d’une observation et d’une introspection, de tout ce que l’on pourrait appeler inspiration. Expériences, émotions sont au coeur de cette étape bien que toutes les émotions ou toutes les expériences ne débouchent pas nécessairement sur une création.
Il y a pour ma part des émotions qui ne m’inspirent pas, que je suis incapable de retranscrire artistiquement. C’est un mystère que je ne peux maîtriser, un voile de fumée qui ne se dissipe pas. D’ailleurs il se trouve que mon inspiration guide la forme artistique qui la suit car bien qu’ayant une priorité pour l’expression musicale je me retrouve parfois à écrire ou dessiner.
You’re a desire, someone like no other
Your smile haunts me like an angel
I am a dreamer, awake but not sober
Your laughs blow me like a tempest
And the nights I spend far from you
Recall me the grace that shines from you
You’re a desire, my impossible lover
Your moves do paralyze me
I am a dreamer, a late at night sleeper
Your beauty lights my darkness
And the nights I spend far from you
Remind me the smell of your perfume
Recall me the best I felt in you
Resound the words I sing for you
And the nights I spend far from you
Remind me I love to love you
The idea I could love for you
And suffer for loving you
You’re a disjointed doll spinning slow like a top
And the world admires your nightie
Never dance in rhythm, it will kill all your charms
And the abtract drawings of your arms
And the ghost is real, will it feed your hunger ?
Unleash this hand that ties to the unreal
Someday will come a boy, not a virtual toy
Maybe a russian named human being
The more you’ll protect you the closer you will
Get to a danger you cannot feel
So don’t watch yourself in a dream so far
In some hypothetic movie you’d like to write
Play on with your cam and start filming
Tell him all the words, you should start acting
Because it is so unfair that you breathe the same air
Yes it is so unfair that you are here and he’s there
LoCiol 