Virtual's back... et les chatons aussi

Oh, de l'internet qui revient... Et si vous vous ennuyez en vacances/au boulot, je vous invite à trouver un nom à la bestiole à poils gris (l'autre répond déjà au nom fort délicat de PS, pour P'tit Sale).

Detached

Illustration by Elfie

The hand's been waiting
Whether I could see
The faces only
When they're after me
I guess I've laid my eyes
On the wrong side
Since a bend way out of line
Turned down on mine
See you then, in the fall
See you then, after all

Tell me if there's
Still much to forget
And I'll maybe let
My head out of step
You warned me only twice
You're not that wise
No matter what implied
My last goodbye
See you then, in the fall
See you then, after all

* is out

Richard Kapp's new album * (Asterisk) available on iTunes!
(with a little bit of my voice in it)

"Warm and Safe" :

(uhuh, même qu'on parle de moi)

A honeymoon in Amsterdam

Au pas tranquille, c'est tout beau, c'est du Iom... et c'est illustré par la belle Winter Cherry, qui devrait revenir très bientôt par ici.





Music : Iom
Lyrics : Peewee Peeper
Illustration : Winter Cherry

A honeymoon in Amsterdam
That's all I want for you, madam
Anyhow, anyhow
To make your head go round and round
Keep your hand tight in mine
I promise I won't let you down
Anyhow, anyhow
That's all I want now

To give you nice rides
Out of your mind
Get on my wooden horse
And leave your sorrow
Back in, well… some other town

A forever ride in Amsterdam
That's all I want from you, madam
Anyhow, anyhow
To lose our tracks and track of time
And in case you dismount
Below your feet you'll see the sky
Upside down, anyhow
That's all you want now

Picking up red sage
At a slow pace
Everywhere
Nothing ain't shallow
When you throw your tickets away

Look at the glow
In the shadow
It's our dawn
For a day done and undone

Riding on
You won't fall
Along the way
To my brain
It's time for taking off and going round
Oh baby no-one ever forget Amsterdam

Don't get it

Music : Iom
Lyrics : Peewee Peeper

Come on and help yourself one more pint
We need more booze to have a good time
Don't get it, now you say 'my head aches, you know'
Do you really care about hangovers during all day, oh no!
I really don't get it…

Teasing the girl at the back of the shell
Used to be your favorite moment
Don't get it, now you say 'my back hurts, you know'
D'you remember when with a half-smile she was the one who go 'ouch!'
I really don't get it…

Hanging around till the sun goes up
Don't tell me it's not all good clean fun
Don't get it, now you say 'it's getting late, you know'
Have you lost your guts
You can't just
Give it up
Screw it up
Are you nuts, boy

Now that you get
Neat and done
You're well-behaved
Like you're gone
Cause I'm the one left
And all alone now
To mess around
Up to no good… no fun

You wear fucking suits even ties
Enough to freak me out
You're married with your chick
Man you're going downhill

I don't care if that's how things should be
True that you look healthy and happy
I get it that you say 'I'm all right, you know'
Though you're such a bore, sure I'll change my mind when it's my turn, oh no!

Instant

Uh, mais y a un truc pas anglais, là-dedans...

Music : Tinylite
Lyrics and vocals : Peewee Peeper

Peeper Moaning

IOM's 50 Rock!

Music : Iom

All the people 'round you
Look at one and others
Who's that one who's getting out
All the ones you'd let in
And the ones who'd let you in
Every guy you wonder then who they are, well
They just come and go
Only passing by your way
But you wanna know and guess all their stories, how
Come that one is looking sad
And that one is looking glad
Who'll come across your lane
Pacing up and down the town
So you dive into the crowd
What the hell they think about
All the secrets hidden in
You want them to let you in
What's the matter with them
What's the matter with you
All you do is hang around
Cause you think it's better out
With so many people out
All you do is hang around
Cause you think you're better out

You want them to let you in
And you keep looking around
Wondering 'bout what they can hide
You want them to let you in
All the ones who'd get you out
And you keep looking around

You are a peeper moaning
About your empty life
You like those people coming
Under your eyes

Ballad around a navel

I have no grins to serve
Say in other words
I don't care 'bout them birds
Getting on my nerves

Wipe out the trash
Pebbles I'll cast
When they're at last
Neat and class
And mean

I'm afraid I forget
To keep up the pace
If you have time to waste
Tell me go to hell

Navels are my
Favorite pastime
Sometimes I lie
Please touch mine
And leave

I could serve my head up

Promo city

Et hop, un peu de pub pour mon futur mari, et son "Drunk Women and Sexual Water" :



Edit : rien à voir, mais si vous avez un p'tit peu de temps à perdre, je vous conseille de jeter un oeil à Blob's Life. Et je réponds aux mails qui s'entassent dans ma boîte bientôt, promis. Dès que j'aurai compris ce qu'est la gestion de projet. Bon, ok, c'est pas gagné.

Sequence

A word or two
A sound or none
Across the soothed
The void in-between
Where silence needs
Nothing to grow
The first gentle crack
But no so deep
It might come back
Ever and ever
As some would hush
Again and rush
Away from tears
And other more
The sweetest wound
To fill in holes
That came too soon
That came too blue
When skies would like
Would intertwine
Once maybe twice
Come side to side
Rid of disguise
To find out then
New colors to wear
I pressed my finger
To my mouth
As I thought I
Would go for a spin
Once in a while
Instead of circles
Eating up
Cause some will hush
Again and rush
Away from tears
And maybe more
Cause some have torn
Off what you know
And what you need
Again you've seen
That I can't help
That I can't tell
Enough to break
Down walls you make
Though I could climb
If shadows would line
Up like shaky steps
It's just another middle way