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Machines Will Never Know
11:19
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La rage imprègne mon corps et rayonne à travers mon cœur,
Tout en noyant ce qui s'apparente au bonheur.
Scintille chacune des ondes qui mène au malheur,
Et d'un rêve je tente d'exister.
Dans l'espoir d'esquiver une vie aux travers trompeurs et démérites.
Dès lors j'aspire et j'absorbe les gouttes de vie qui fuient et trébuchent sur le fil du temps.
Mon esprit et mon égo, ruinés par la putréfaction des écorces
Que l'on a si bien polies puis arrachées à mon être,
Détruites même peut-être.
Une fable qui d'un rien s'accable face aux différends et aux morales sans valeur.
La rage croule comme la grêle fracasse,
La rage court comme un bruit qui s'échappe.
Chacune des douleurs s'émancipe de son seuil et bourgeonne de mon intérieur,
Fleurit et emprisonne le venin,
Qui à l'automne retombe sur les tréfonds de mon âme.
Ainsi pourrit mon existence,
Le mal, lui, me dit de paraître,
Et je souffre je brûle, je me nuis
Car c'est tout bonnement ce qui m'est appris.
Rage is raining, running
Screams & Breaths
The grief is getting worse
Is there something outside
I can't see beyond
My eyelids
Is it still 'I' inside
I'm loosing myself
In a sort of
Confusion
Dear old friend, guide & ennemy
Won't you let me try
Instead of making me cry
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2. |
Will Machines Ever Know
17:30
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Under the moon and sky
Still looking for the light
Who turn his nights on days
Sun shine and his darkness will die
Doing his best to stay alive
Doing his best to stay alive
Under the moon and sky
Where heroes drain the stone for blood
Echoes of chains come soon
He's hearing them breathing
Doing his best to stay alive
He's joining hands to faith
Doing their best to stay alive
Doing their best to stay alive
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3. |
Hérésie
07:28
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Heresia blasphema
Savoir pourquoi
Pourquoi savoir
Heresia proferia
Qu'importe quoi
N'importe quoi
Tu devrais - il faut que - soumets toi
Octroies toi l'effroi
Heresia outragia
Ceci n'existe pas
C'est scientifique
Car nommer, c'est savoir
Bin nous...on sait
Heresia demencia
Severita groteskeria
De l'adulte à l'humain
Il n'y a qu'un pas
Heresia claudika
Illusiona maledicta
S'accrocher, croire puis choir,
de son perchoir
Se conter des histoires
Heresia lumina
Sentir, frémir, chaton, frisson
Connection, création, intuition
Respiration
Ga-Bu-Zo-Meu
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4. |
Nuée d'Orbes
04:26
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Inside, outside
Should we trust the costume?
Surface, Profundity
Space, empty
Uncovered face of pierced infancy
Escape, run, moan, shoot
Smokscreen, fragant molecule
Drying heart forsaken roses
Crumble at the whims of anxiety
Finally free to feel
Fall
Bottom of water
Fuzzy, blurry light
Becomes obscurity
Verbal knife
Useless to say
Locked in silence
Word path start
Bushy, stony, gloomy
Brambles, nettles,prickles
Words leaking in the empty echo
First she met was ''open''
Then she puts it on her shoulder
Turn on deep breath lantern
Met them all, word searcher
End of the road
Ink flowing through the roots
Leaves offering paper
Open metamorphobook
End of words
Finally free to feel
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Draw the Lines Réunion
Musicien Interprète, Auteur, Compositeur et enseignant j'ai étudié la musique à la Réunion puis sur l'hexagone dans le but
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Mestiso
Kawa
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Kombo
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