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...Déroulé du spectacle...
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Introduction (3D)
Des pas enregistrés en direct, se répètent... Une porte qui claque au loin...
Des escaliers... Un peu du voyage au bout de la nuit
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Time Is Never Here
La valeur d'une minute peut-être courte à en être totalement invisible
ou longue à n'en plus finir, selon ce que l'on y vit...
Seule l'émotion compte, le temps ne compte pas.
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Interlude de La Pièce Noire (3D)
The Teaser
Notre vie comme un teaser de cinema
Se rappeler des choses pour ne pas les répéter
Et répéter pour mieux se rappeler...
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Interlude qui ne sait rien (3D)
Cold Hand
Un silence qui cache un cri de rage
La froideur qui cache la blessure intérieure
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Interlude au piano improvisé
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We Are Not So Different (After All)
La beauté des couleurs et des matières
Le mélange des couleurs
Nous rend plus forts
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Interlude submergé (3D by Jean-François Bau)
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Flowers Inside
Mon monde s'écroule à ton départ
Et toi, tu t'en retournes dans les fleurs
Interlude des dragons de notre vie (3D)
Bukowski Crash Test
Des tourments
A la manière de Charles Bukoswki
Lyrics
Time Is Never Here
Time is never here
Until the day you feel
A shine behind her tears
A smile behind her lips
You're like a photograph
Choosing your closure time
Posing your favorite time
Choose your fuzzy time
Time is never here
Until the day you feel
Until you feel what's real
Until we drop enmity
You stand like filigreed
Grazing their empty winds
Coloring what you feel
With your tainted dreams
Time crashes with our fire
Crossing our fuzzy heads
Silence gives our fire
Silence is here
Time crashes with our fire
Time is over here.
Cold Hand
My hand is cold
My hand is always cold
My heart is cold
My heart is always cold
Horizon is so far away
My frozen blood flows through my flesh,
My eyes, my mouth
Like a strength
But just alike
Touch me ... Always try !
My war is here
In that silence
Under a quiet dream
My old dream
My war is here
In that silence
Under a quiet scream
My old scream / my dream is so cold
Oh yeah, we get a smile,
As we arrive in front of the sea
Oh no, we have to smile
As where we go is just unreal
And tell me what's now and further
I've got to choose before I die
And giving birth to another flower
Let's walk on by with the stars
Arrachée de mes doigts
La rage sous l'armure
Ce cri dans mes mains
Traverse ma chair
Craque et fend l'air
Flowers Inside
"Sorry" (she didn't say)
A rose broke into pieces
Inside my heart
Her purple blood
Flooded me
Sometimes her spines pierces me
… As your end did
While you were dying
My world was collapsing
Have you heard my scream ?
Now that you're gone
Who'll hear my broken voice ?
Crashing… My world…
As your blood left your face
Crumbling… My heart
As your skin became flour
… Return to flowers…
Sorry dear
It's over
Where you blind? So Blind … So blind.
You were away, so away…
For saying a word.
Prelude To Bukowski
Floating on the air
Crossing stratosphere
I walk in empty space
Breathing a pure sense
Bukowski's flying in a higher river
Halo is carrying you
Warm-hearted
Taking care of you
The Teaser
It'is time to focus on where we are
And time to face
Stop turning around
Remember not to repeat
And repeat to better remember
Just Like a Teaser
Coming from... Cinema x2
Nobody sees anything of your real movie
You're showing the same teaser
Every single day, every sample day
Like a face-to-face mirror
Remembering ourselves...
Remembering ourselves
Just Like a Teaser
Coming from... Cinema x2
Keep one second more, Keep one second...
Keep one second more, keep one second...
Keep one second more... On Death.
We're Not So Different
(after all)
One hand on one long leg
Embrace in tenderness
Warm fingers sliding sliding
The other ones on his face
Otherwise he touches your hand
Inox hand on dark black skin
True gold hair in dark dry wind
Two blues eyes on naked breast
Two feet slowly on your chest
Apart he takes her hand
Caresses her senses
Sweetness is now their common
So different and so close
Same eyes, same blood
We're not so different after all
Bukowski Crash Test
But one day
When the crows returned from darkness
Like fools
I noticed some words unfold, slowly, more and more invading…
A dragon took hold of my kingdom
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Bukowski, Bukowski
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No sense... Random words like dice
Stitched down the floor
From where emerged a whole picture
Bukowski
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Just near leaving a woman
She left without a sound, without sound
The strong silence
Then voices
Intrusive
Around his face
Crows began to scream here all around his face
It’s over
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I see a lost man struggling
Crashing like
A Chinese dragon on fire
We can’t hear his voice
But he says
« I ain't this peacock anymore »
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And now he’s a free man
He can laugh at
Wishy-washy men,
Broken by purity and money
White blood flowing in their burning vein
Nothing more beautiful than to fight (against)
His own destiny
And I’d like to believe that one day
Poems
Might be where they couldn’t before