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

I hear Charlie Parker playing

C'est fou comme j'ai le temps de rien, en ce moment, à peine celui d'aller pisser, donc encore moins celui de mettre des trucs ici. C'est vrai quoi, je dois m'occuper de mes bestioles à poils (ou pas), les nourrir et leur faire plein de câlins, tout en poursuivant les travaux de démolition de ma tour de bouquins à lire (mais qui a glissé un Tchékhov dedans ?!), et en m'initiant aux chants de vikings en jupette (mais qui a dit que le métal c'était rien que du bruit et des hurlements ? ah c'est p'têt moi, mais j'suis pas comme ça, je partage). Y a aussi la mise à jour régulière en matière de séries, tant venues d'Outre-atlantique que celle du coin (Brenda fera-t-elle crever les fleurs que Kevin lui a offertes ?), accompagnée de dîners qui finissent super tard. Et faudrait en plus que je tienne ce blog à jour ? Pfff… (en même temps, mon stock de photos de chaton commence à devenir conséquent, va bien falloir que j'en fasse quelque chose)

Fort heureusement, c'est bientôt les vacances, je vais pouvoir enfin me reposer… (pas taper, merci)

The Dying Generation

Music : IOM
Lyrics : IOM, Peewee Peeper

... A new generation's sold
For the sake of a crime
To seal off damn holes
Line up in rows to your death
But there ain't no need to worry
Take a few more steps to your grave
To set us free from our misery
Cause the earth must be saved
They hid the truth
They said it would be all right
For you to get old before you're twenty
Fall down before you live
Remember you're to save
A new generation's born
To take over the dead
Cause there are still damn holes
But you got to confine what is left
There ain't no time to feel sorry
Radiation will put you down
Before we're free from our misery
Tell me who's next in line
Tell them the truth
Tell them it won't be all right

Take a breather

You hit me back, I was
So wrong and so on
You'd cuss and stab, I was
Stained like you so long
Nowhere you said and then
No cuts to make, oh well
Though I was scared, I was
Sorry you came

Oh dear, drown it out
That breathing caught me out
I'm blinking at the lack
I'm blinking till I'm sad
How you breathe me
Out till I'm sad

You hit again, I was
Low on you so, I was
Longing to say, I know
Say you could go and all
Only you stayed, I want
Only pristine, I was
Sorry you came then
You feed that warm pain

Strike day

Les jours de grève, ça sert à faire du tri dans ses mp3. On en jette quelques-uns au passage (on sait jamais, si quelqu'un vient fouiller dans tes fichiers, vaut mieux éviter le "Euh… t'écoutes du Britney Spears ?", même si on peut toujours répondre "Oops, I did it again", comment t'es trop drôle, mais en fait non, donc tu le jettes, parce que sinon, comme dirait Herr_D, tu kèneras pas), et puis y en a d'autres, tu te dis tiens, je savais pas que j'avais ça, mais ça vient d'où ce truc, et si je faisais une radio thématique douksavien, ça occupera mon blog.

(si vous reconnaissez un des morceaux comme étant un de ceux que vous m'avez refilés, merci de me le faire savoir, ça m'évitera une interrogation existentielle de plus).

Always look on the bright side of life...

J'ai une nouvelle colocataire à poils (mais j'suis tellement sympa que je vous épargne la photo de chaton cromeugnon).
Je suis payée à (presque) rien faire.
Finalement, ma mère n'a pas de cancer.
Plein de collaborations musicales trop classes en attente/en cours.
La semaine prochaine je vais voir la pièce featuring my futur mari.
Le dernier Robin Hobb est tout simplement génial.

Comment c'est chouette, des fois, la vie…

Mummy blue

Le tabagisme passif, c'est vachement dangereux. Ça tue les cartes mères.

Last be Mine

Tightened dreams
From the start
Mine serene
Still charmed

Steal a share like you're told
Give the chain that you chose

Get asleep
From now on I've
Made it clean
You'd said right

Steal a share like you're told
Give the chain that you chose
Steal a share like you're told
Give the last one you chose

I was leaving
You were blowing
Out nine

They made me cringe
I ain't blinking
I might

I could take in now
Any stinging
Sublime

Last be mine

And wear your bottle down

Adaptation de "Debout", d'Elista

J : lyrics, vocals, guitar, photo, chouchène, washing, backache, parallel-parking, sex philosophy, various perversities.
Peewee Peeper : lyrics, vocals, ride & hi-hat, strap, asti, pigeons, cigs, complaints, cough, bed.

Today, you're fine and you pretend
Someone can see, can see you bend
Today, one two three, count
Until it's given out
Until I'm given out

Tell, what could hide your bra
Only sadness, faking fullness
And everything's the same

Today, be nice, nobody's blind
To see you and your mind
Today, and tell me you're fine
How could you sleep at night
How could I sleep at night

Tell, what could hide your bra
Just loneliness, not emptiness
And everything's the same…

Today, don't mind, it's ever one
And now your skin is torn, and now your skin is torn
Today will wait for awhile
Hold in your little lie
Hold in my little lie

Tell, what could hide your bra
Hide in sadness, behind drunkenness
And everything's the same…
It's turning out the same

Sun drops

Stand balanced as a catspaw
About to fall
Believing that I can walk
On this puddle
Out of shivering circles
Only puddles

No suddenly you fail the move
Let's get a few
Most certainly I made it loose
Like on a whim
From a simmering relish
Just on a whim

Taken out to twist the shades
Of rambling waves
You'd keep on drifting off away
Unceasingly
For a severing relief
Uneasily

Halfway come undone
To tell your every drop
But for now on, let's not

And the dive
And the deep
Most like you drown
And the dive
And the beat
Meanwhile, I lie