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Le
Phare
Written by
Yann Tiersen except 12. (Dominique AmÈ/Dominique AmÈ)
Produced : Yann Tiersen
(P) 1998 1998 Ici d'ailleurs - Licensed by
Virgin France (Groupe Virgin Disques) (C) 1998 Ici d'ailleurs / Labels
Virgin.
Le Rupture
(Yann
Tiersen )
Windows,
doors, wall and carpets, chairs, tables and floowers, bread, wine, buffet
and jam, fries, meat, beans and spices.
I've lost the taste
of these things for two weeks now.
I'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow.
Airport, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines.
Traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bycycles and walkers.
Now I'm wadering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.
Faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
Sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up.
Now I'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
I'm hanging on until I am old, just older than now.
Monocrome
(Yann
Tiersen)
Anyway,
I can try anything it's the same circle thats lead to nowhere and I'm
tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all these things are
gone and tired now, but don't be scared, I found a good job and I go
to wolk everyday on my old bicycle you loved. I'm piling up some unread
books under my bed and I really think I'll never read again.
No concentration, just a white disorder everywhere around me, you know
I'm so tired now.
But don't worry I often go to dinners and parties with some old friends
who care for me, take me back home and stay.
Monocrome floors, monocrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing
but silence around me.
Monocrome flat, monocrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence
around me.
Sometimes I search an event or something to remember, but I've really
got nothing in mind.
Sometimes I open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets.
There is life out there.
But I don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work everyday
on my old bicycle you loved.
Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle leading me owhere and
I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all these things are
gone and I'm tired now.
But I don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work everyday
on my old bicycle you loved.
Monocrome floors, monocrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing
but silence around me.
Monocrome flat, monocrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence
around me.
Les Bras De Mer
(Dominique AmÈ/Dominique
AmÈ)
De
l'endroit où je suis on voit des bras de mer, qui s'allongent
puis renoncent à mordre dans la terre ...
Dans le lit,
tard, nous sommes là, nous recommençons tout, j'ai du
mal à y croire, je vois des bras de mer ...
Je vois des bras de mer qui s'allongent ...
et qui mordent la terre ...
et la séparent enfin.
L'Effndrement
(Yann
Tiersen)
I
can preak up my ears and hear so clearly, the collapse of things and
the drop in the sink.
I can open
my eyes and see so clearly, flowers on curtains and the old days to
come, anyway it's bubles in brain, it's mossy under the rain.
I'm wandering in some endles fields of goo.
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