1. |
Exalted Exhausted
05:49
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Lyrics :
Close the door behind you,
Before I jump out the window,
( I) need to go for a breaststroke,
'Cause my life's gone up in smoke.
The moments I've spent with you,
World was painted in yellow,
No rule, no chain,
No unease and no pain.
Too exalted,
And now exhausted.
Exalted,
But now exhausted.
Beautiful the ground we walked on,
Like Apollo the 11th landing on the moon,
Like Caesar crossing the Rubicon,
Beautiful these little tricks we matched on.
I miss you, you'll never know how,
I'm a ghost, a whisper, a shadow,
A non expressive singer,
Just a single dancer.
Exalted,
Now exhausted.
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2. |
Que des ronces
04:15
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Lyrics :
Ce ne sont que des ronces,
Qui m'enlacent et m'enserrent,
Le cœur et les viscères,
Me ramènent à la vie,
Pour ce que j'en ai fait de cet oiseau effarouché,
Et ce qu'il fait de moi, un astre exacerbé.
Je préfère mes nuits d'errance et d'égarement,
Et l'écho du vent,
Et les racines au sol humide,
Où s'arrêtent mes mots, impuissants vagabonds,
A ton désert aride, à ton verbe infécond,
Forme fantasmagorique, à la prose hypnotique.
Ce ne sont que des ronces,
Et je pleure ton sourire, ta voix et notre devenir,
Toutes ces perceptions auxquelles je renonce,
Le meilleur et le pire, le meilleur est le pire,
A jamais disparu, à jamais disparu.
Ne me touche plus ou je hurle,
Mon corps vomit mon cœur.
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3. |
Sur un mode hypnotique
07:45
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Lyrics :
I'm a single dancer,
I'm waving on the dancefloor,
I'm a single dancer,
That you're not looking for,
There's no one in my dream,
Since you're no more my deam,
At least the music is real,
At least something to feel.
I'm a distant dancer,
I'm hoping on the dancefloor,
I'm a distant dancer,
That you're not looking for,
And hours and hours,
Like on a bed of flowers,
At least the music is real,
At least something to feel.
"Je dansais les pieds nus sur un parterre de fleurs,
Des feuilles mortes tombant et me brisant le cœur,
J'évitais soigneusement la ronce électrique,
Craignant qu'elle ne m'enserre sur un mode hypnotique."
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4. |
Carcasse
05:24
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Lyrics :
Regarde-toi carcasse,
Tu rampes comme une limace,
Tu me rejoindras en enfer,
Où je te ferai la misère.
Regarde-toi raclure,
Ton corps n'est plus qu'une engelure,
Tu n'as nul part où t'enfouir,
Et c'est cela qui me fait jouir.
Regarde-toi lopette,
Tu peux sortir ton amulette,
Ta quincaillerie de vieille bigote,
Tes fesses n'attirent que les coyotes.
Tu vas crever, Alléluia!
Viens, je n'attends plus que toi,
Dans les bas-fonds de nos désirs,
pour le meilleur et pour le pire.
Refr : j'avais le feu, j'avais la pluie,
J'avais le soleil et la vie,
Je ne dors plus, je suis maudite,
J'ai peur du silence de la nuit.
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5. |
Comfortably weightless
04:50
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Lyrics :
Under the snow of September,
the sun's still burning like a cold knife,
So so sad to remember,
The most beautiful day of my life.
Now I'm running on razor blades,
The pain I feel is less intense,
Than memories of the queen of spades,
killing me with the worst offense.
Shake me guys with warm breath on my skin,
Let me comfortably weigtless,
I would like to forget my mess,
And share with you the flesh and the sin.
Again and again,
I don't want to die,
Again and again,
I don't want to die.
With your hands on my bum,
My lovers of the end of time,
Let me feel your bass drum,
Oh so fragile I am.
Shake me guys with warm breath on my skin,
Let me comfortably weigtless,
I would like to forget my mess,
And share with you the flesh and the sin.
Again and again,
I don't want to die,
Again and again,
I don't want to die.
Again and again,
Hold me tight,
Again and again,
Hold me tight.
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Belooga Marseille, France
Belooga is Christine Lesieur, singer-songwriter, graduate of the Conservatoire National de Marseille in electroacoustic
music.
She makes herself compos, texts, arrangements, programming, mixing since 2001!
The style of Belooga: an electro both dark and light, with a particular attention to the choice and work of the sound material and the poetry of the words in French as in English.
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