Courir pour pas tomber,
Courir pas pour fuir,
Courir pour ne plus subir,
Courir pour s'en sortir.
Courir pas pour fuir,
Courir pour ne plus subir,
Courir pour s'en sortir.
Shurik'n - Si j'avais su
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# Posted on Sunday, 27 January 2008 at 8:36 PM
Hope
Bien que j'ai eu de l'aisance à partir vers l'inconnu
Je n'aurais pourtant jamais cru y mettre autant d'excellence
Mon amour propre comme une lance pointe vers l'obscur, le tordu
La besogne d'un mec obtu qui s'abîme de persistance
J'ai bien failli perdre le sens, et beaucoup s'y sont perdus
Combien d'amis elle a eu celle qu'on nomme désespérance
Pourtant je reste comme en transe, attaché comme un mordu
A cette chose qui épuise, tue, me ferais déplacer l'immense
J'ai les pieds lourds, l'esprit rance, j'suis épuisé y'a plus d'jus
Y'a des jours où j'me situe, entre le néant et l'absence
Pourtant encore si j'avance, c'est qu'elle me colle, me pollue
Ma saleté d'espérance
Les maux de tête ont repris, et tous les mots qu'on s'est dit
Nos vieux plans, nos stratégies, valables pour changer trois mondes
On pense plus, on les oublie, on en rit et on sourit
Pourtant dans la tête réside une voie endormie qui ronfle
Elle sommeille dans un bon lit à l'édredon bien rempli
Elle s'enfonce dans tant de replis, que son lit ressemble à une tombe
Mais dans mon esprit meurtri, cette vie n'est pas endormie
Son lit doit être fait d'orties, car elle gratte et ça me ronge
Elle m'impose tous ses ennemis, elle m'emmène vers les conflits
Plonge ma tête dans nos vomis, quelles qu'en soient les conséquences
J'ai des tâches d'antipathie, des boutons de fièvre d'incompris
C'est ma saleté d'espérance
Ma plume jouant de l'escrime pour m'aiguiser dans l'estime
Autant d'efforts m'assassinent, et pourtant je reste dans la danse
C'est que dans mon malheur prime mon ami le plus intime...
Ma saleté d'espérance.
Je n'aurais pourtant jamais cru y mettre autant d'excellence
Mon amour propre comme une lance pointe vers l'obscur, le tordu
La besogne d'un mec obtu qui s'abîme de persistance
J'ai bien failli perdre le sens, et beaucoup s'y sont perdus
Combien d'amis elle a eu celle qu'on nomme désespérance
Pourtant je reste comme en transe, attaché comme un mordu
A cette chose qui épuise, tue, me ferais déplacer l'immense
J'ai les pieds lourds, l'esprit rance, j'suis épuisé y'a plus d'jus
Y'a des jours où j'me situe, entre le néant et l'absence
Pourtant encore si j'avance, c'est qu'elle me colle, me pollue
Ma saleté d'espérance
Les maux de tête ont repris, et tous les mots qu'on s'est dit
Nos vieux plans, nos stratégies, valables pour changer trois mondes
On pense plus, on les oublie, on en rit et on sourit
Pourtant dans la tête réside une voie endormie qui ronfle
Elle sommeille dans un bon lit à l'édredon bien rempli
Elle s'enfonce dans tant de replis, que son lit ressemble à une tombe
Mais dans mon esprit meurtri, cette vie n'est pas endormie
Son lit doit être fait d'orties, car elle gratte et ça me ronge
Elle m'impose tous ses ennemis, elle m'emmène vers les conflits
Plonge ma tête dans nos vomis, quelles qu'en soient les conséquences
J'ai des tâches d'antipathie, des boutons de fièvre d'incompris
C'est ma saleté d'espérance
Ma plume jouant de l'escrime pour m'aiguiser dans l'estime
Autant d'efforts m'assassinent, et pourtant je reste dans la danse
C'est que dans mon malheur prime mon ami le plus intime...
Ma saleté d'espérance.
Ma saleté d'espérance - Rocé
Photo: nothing-serious (aka moi)
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# Posted on Friday, 18 January 2008 at 6:58 PM
Final act
"Go ahead baby, run away again
I'm growing tired of chasing you
Stuck between the depths of my fears and the peaks of my pride
I've seen it all before"
I'm growing tired of chasing you
Stuck between the depths of my fears and the peaks of my pride
I've seen it all before"
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# Posted on Wednesday, 09 January 2008 at 4:31 PM
La vie d'artiste
Laissez parler Léo...
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# Posted on Wednesday, 21 November 2007 at 2:17 PM
Right or Wrong, Good or Evil, God or Devil...
Please, Mr.Nichols, come back inside the window
I can´t promise you anything, but I trust there is far a greater reason to live
I know you´ve become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairs
Your stocks have fallen, your investments have failed you
The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates
You question what is this world coming to
what is the profit margin when you´re forced to pander to the marginalized
Where is the glory you dreamed of as a child
dressed as a cowboy you played and pointed at real targets
Your mother holding her tongue as your father consoles you with the words
“It´s just boy´s stuff”
Well, you joined his fraternity
You grew into his old suits
You cried his beliefs
You embodied his dreams
His dreams and with them his oversights
How long did you think it would last?
It´s just a matter of time
The world is far from over
Your mother outlives your father
Your sister outlives your brother
And if you jump from this window today
She´ll also outlive you
Look at her
Sitting at her Midwestern home
Tunning on Oprah once again
Today she learns to meditate on this secondhand couch
Meanwhile, you stand outside this window, twelve stories above the ground
One story remaining untold
You contemplate the setting sun
I am aware of your disorientation
Dis-orient, turned away from the East
The shifting current seems to conspire against you
Mr Nichols, you've failed to see that you've always stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold of oblivion
Countless men made stories about the truth
For so long you´ve stood facing the setting sun
Mistaking the complementary unified duality of nature as being right our wrong
Good or Evil
God or Devil
Mr Nichols, instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your up rise
Why not just turn around?
Lessen the intensity of your Western glare and face the rising sun
note the energy swirling from it's center, how it illumines us all
And only the birds fly first class
There is your inheritance
The warmth of a kiss
Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery
Allow her breath to seek into your lungs
Surrender to her touch and guidance
There is no other way
Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself
While your family continues its search for understanding
And your daughters outlive your sons.
I can´t promise you anything, but I trust there is far a greater reason to live
I know you´ve become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairs
Your stocks have fallen, your investments have failed you
The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates
You question what is this world coming to
what is the profit margin when you´re forced to pander to the marginalized
Where is the glory you dreamed of as a child
dressed as a cowboy you played and pointed at real targets
Your mother holding her tongue as your father consoles you with the words
“It´s just boy´s stuff”
Well, you joined his fraternity
You grew into his old suits
You cried his beliefs
You embodied his dreams
His dreams and with them his oversights
How long did you think it would last?
It´s just a matter of time
The world is far from over
Your mother outlives your father
Your sister outlives your brother
And if you jump from this window today
She´ll also outlive you
Look at her
Sitting at her Midwestern home
Tunning on Oprah once again
Today she learns to meditate on this secondhand couch
Meanwhile, you stand outside this window, twelve stories above the ground
One story remaining untold
You contemplate the setting sun
I am aware of your disorientation
Dis-orient, turned away from the East
The shifting current seems to conspire against you
Mr Nichols, you've failed to see that you've always stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold of oblivion
Countless men made stories about the truth
For so long you´ve stood facing the setting sun
Mistaking the complementary unified duality of nature as being right our wrong
Good or Evil
God or Devil
Mr Nichols, instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your up rise
Why not just turn around?
Lessen the intensity of your Western glare and face the rising sun
note the energy swirling from it's center, how it illumines us all
And only the birds fly first class
There is your inheritance
The warmth of a kiss
Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery
Allow her breath to seek into your lungs
Surrender to her touch and guidance
There is no other way
Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself
While your family continues its search for understanding
And your daughters outlive your sons.
Mr. Nichols - Saul Williams
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# Posted on Friday, 12 October 2007 at 7:12 PM
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