1. |
The Undoing
04:36
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2. |
Tape 1
01:05
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Et puis il n’y eut plus d’espoir.
Des hommes importants prononcèrent leurs derniers discours. Les opposants baissèrent leurs banderoles leurs cris érodés. Tous s’assirent devant des écrans qui diffusaient des images du passé.
Le soleil pâle continuer de se lever, chaque jour plus péniblement.
Les spasmes des dernières vagues agitaient des océans vides.
Alors on appela une femme affairée, qui travaillait, indifférente à l’agonie du dehors.
Elle écouta, hocha la tête. Elle allait partir, dit-elle, là où le monde bougeait encore. Et à son retour, il y aurait...
Il y aurait un vaisseau.
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3. |
Late Night Driver
04:32
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It is getting late and I want to leave my home
It is getting late and I feel like being alone
I come and go - I don’t think I belong here
Sometimes I drive because want to disappear
I’m a late night driver, no one knows my name
Late night driver, ever follow the lane
I’m a late night driver and they don’t understand
That they can’t drag me down, they can’t drag me down
It is getting late and I want to find a home
It is getting late and I’m tired to be on my own
I come and go - I don’t think I belong here
Sometimes I drive because I want to disappear
I’m a late night driver, no one knows my name
Late night driver, ever follow the lane
I’m a late night driver but I can not explain
Whether I don’t know where I’m going or I’m trying to escape
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6. |
Tape 2
01:10
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La femme voyagea dans une ville qui avait été découpée en morceaux, vendue puis oubliée. C’était la nuit. Une pluie phosphorescente tombait sur des néons froids.
Au pied des murs criblés d’impacts de balles et de slogans fanés, des matraques en morceaux et des éclats de verre terni émergeaient, comme des lambeaux d’Histoire. Sur les toits, des haut-parleurs crachaient sans plus y croire ce qui restait d’une chanson. Sans doute la dernière jamais écrite. Il n’y avait bien plus que les affiches pour essayer de sourire, le long d’avenues dévorées d’arbres gris.
« C’est tout ce qu’il reste, ici », dit une voix rauque, derrière des vitres fumées. « Mais il y a encore des endroits où ça n’est pas terminé. »
Une portière s’ouvre. Alors la femme monte sur des sièges disloqués. Contact. Le silence se brise dans la plainte du moteur.
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7. |
Witness
03:28
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8. |
Tokyo
05:40
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9. |
Humbled / Erased
04:24
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When we light a candle in the dark
Do you hear the choir of angels
From the womb of the sun ?
From the womb of the sun ?
When we light a candle in the dark
Do the angels come to sight,
Down the womb of your ark ?
Do you see them spread their arms ?
Can you see the valley, clear and wide,
spreading in the morning light ?
The garden of the ancients,
The rivers and the forests
Slowly filling up your heart …
I look up to the unheeding sky
And I think of the outcomes
To return under the ground
Or ascend to the stars
For the ones who stay
You will rise to worlds uncharted
with your ghostly carriage
with your ghostly carriage
(All that is worth saving
Humbled, humbled - Erased)
Can you see the valley, clear and wide,
spreading in the morning light ?
The garden of the ancients,
The rivers and the forests …
When you reach the boundaries of the sky,
In your ship of metal
Howling
like a burning arrow,
Will you remember my face ?
Will you remember my face ?
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10. |
V3SPER
04:21
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I’m drifting in meditation
My mind has flown beyond the sea,
I’m heavy on medication
My shaking hands must hold the wheel
I wish I could see the world as you see it,
But I don’t know what you want, or what you came for.
To say the least, your speeches - they puzzle me …
And I don’t know what you’re here for, what you came for
Drifting in meditation …
My mind has flown beyond.
I wish I could see the world as you see it,
Though I don’t know what you want, or what you came for.
To say the least human nature puzzles me …
I don’t know what you ’re here for, you’re a locked door.
Now I don’t buy your narration …
A story for us to behave
It’s like you sustain confusion
To overshadow reality
I’m the outline of the man that I used to be
But I don’t know what to hope for, not anymore.
Hallucinations keep me company
And I don’t know who I am no more – that I ignore.
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11. |
Motherlord
04:40
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Moments like these never last
Let’s return girl, to the sundown
All that remains is to forfeit (ète)
All that remains is to ascend
Turn and turn and turn around
Those vines under your skin, profound
You will whisper and you will lie - You will cackle and you will cry
Witches ponder and witches bite
There won’t be buildings to exalt (olte)
The travels and the sacrifice
Ain’t no place in this brand-new world
For the one who carved its cradle (éïdeul)
Turn and turn and turn around
Those vines under your skin, profound
You will whisper and you will lie - You will cackle and you will cry
Witches ponder and witches bite
Reflections claw along the walls / Voices raising - sirens wailing
The screams - the war - beyond the door / I have to leave, the neons call
She’s always deaf, the sorceress / The likes of ‘em will always burn /
She’s always blind, the sorceress – the sorceress
You lead me farther than I could / You lead me through stark expanses
You lead me yonder my heartbeat / You lead me to what I can’t reach
Leave my city, leave what’s been / The smell of tar, of caffeine
Your deeds will ebb into the void / You do not speak our dreams no more
Turn and turn and turn around
Those vines under your skin, profound
You will whisper and you will lie - You will cackle and you will cry
Witches ponder and witches bite
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12. |
Exodus
04:31
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You expected more than this
Is the sovereign to blame?
The time we wrongly spent?
See the crooked embrace
Of these empty shells
That lay their fading breaths
In the bottomless ocean
Wash down your sins,
In the forest of thunder
Sing what you please
In the cities of numbers
Layers of fear
Down the mountain asunder
The Maker will meet
Will the flood lift us up there?
Or is iron and steel?
Maybe the solar winds?
I’m the makeshift Shelter
Exodus Shaper
The ominous bird
To summon the dead
I’m the beating of winds
against the roofs
On the nave of cathedrals
Heaven breaks loose
On the nave of cathedrals
Heaven breaks loose
Will the flood lift us up there ?
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13. |
Tape 3
02:07
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C’est maintenant
C’est à venir
Le temps n’a plus d’importance
Le temps dépose les armes.
Sous les arches d’une nef en ruine,
La femme déplie les doigts
Les derniers échos de la voix mutilée s’assourdissent dans la chaleur intense du brasier qui la dévisage
Les trois corps, les trois voix qu’elle a recueillis sur cette terre en ruine s’avancent et s’enchevêtrent aux flammes du bout du monde.
Ils ne font désormais plus qu’un,
La femme n’a plus qu’à recueillir cette âme artificielle, celle du vaisseau,
Qu’elle lancera comme une grande flèche
A travers le vide
Et alors qu’elle accueille en elle cette vie nouvelle,
Elle lève la tête vers l’un des vitraux
Elle y devine les nouvelles planètes qui germeront sur son passage,
Et les apôtres qui sèmeront leurs espoirs et leurs tortures
Sur des terres encore vierges
Et au-dessus de la création réinventée
Un visage qui n’existe pas encore
Et qui s’appellera Ezia
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