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On Fire, Season Two
04:55
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Sunday morning
Already riding
My bike on the dark
Road
Switch of episode
Air and loneliness is all
I need with a bowl
Of crispy thai duck
Next to the Chuck-a-luck
Previously
On fire
Season two
Strong cliffhangers
And easy clichés
But it's important
For the people
They want it grilled trough
Do you want it blue?
Blue is the color
Of the air
Sunday morning
Let
Me set
On fire
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2. |
The No Song
02:56
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Is it something
You wanna talk about?
Something special to say loud
It’s not always a simple thing
To find some new words to sing
What will it be now?
We talked about this, we talked about that somehow
What if we just try to fill the lines?
It gives what it gives
Anyway you don’t mind at all
E M P T Y H A H A
Please don’t ask me why
It’s a no-song
And it’s so fun to play
This is what it’s all about
Graphite particles
On an undefined support
Paper, parchment, leather, wood, card-board
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Show me a place in the world
Where the sun goes down at three a.m.
Just to see if it's fun
Well I guess it is not for you and me
It is certainly a place where people are unhappy
Caus' they don't go to bed
With the chickens and the bees
What you say is not logical at all
This theory with the chickens and the bees
Caus' they won't sleep in
In the evening
With the sun shining bright
High in the sky
I don't agree
You know nothing 'bout the chickens and the bees
Dig in the soil, climb on a tree
Swallow your snorkel under the see
Now you must agree
The cats, the ants, the little wormhole
The shark, the shrimp, the laughing seagull
Do you understand anything at all?
You don't understand anything at all...
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4. |
Under The Palms
02:58
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If you are sure then it’s alright, John
I will follow no matter the color of the swan
You’ll see you won’t be the last to go
I will follow no matter where, no matter when, John Joe
Raise your flag, hold out your paw and
I’ll jump on my bike and will ride to the place planned
Tell me you will trigger the signal one day
Attention to departure is what I want you to say
Until then I’ll stay
Under the palms in the shade
Watching the cloud’s moving shapes
The donkeys, the lion and the ape
And if the vanish
I’ll watch deeper and deeper
Until I see
The coconut galaxy
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5. |
The Monkey Bridge
03:13
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Is it solid?
It is not!
These boards are rotten
Look at that
Take the rope
Hold it strong
Go on faster
Make it twang
Cannibal in front
Do you here the song
And in the back
The breath of Kong
Stuck in the middle
Of the monkey bridge
Above the chasm
Such a ditch
It is hard
To hold the position
It is pointless
That’s true
Try to enjoy the view
First you go
For a swallow dive
Come on Johnny
Don’t paralyze
And then the break
And then the fall
Endless and familiar
Attracting hole
2:37
Weightlessness
Usual start
In the feathers
Close your eyes
Drone of the fridge
The mist is lifting
On the monkey bridge
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6. |
Scampi
03:21
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Follow the birds, where is your helmet
Follow the birds, where is your helmet
Let them push, let them pull
But never lose control
Once again you combine
The beat and the frontline
Upside down
Your mudguards are
Across the town
Your mudguards are
Follow the birds, where is your helmet
Follow the birds, where is your helmet
Another call, another texto
The answers are pretty slow
But you don't fail to lead and shake
The movie club of the Mandrake
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And then the heat
And then the break
Up at the red pass
Too many ways
You choose to stay
Behind the cabin
You settle down
All is still
All is still
Again that noise
Again you hold
Your breath
Again you breathe
Again that noise
Too weird to close
Just behind
The little house
It’s a bird
A little bird
Nice little bird
Bathing in the sand
But it’s not
Only a bird
Someone is sitting
In the cabin
The man is old
And dressed in black
He peels an apple
Try to smile back
His hands are shaking
You say hello
And like nothing ever happened
Round the house you go
Round the house you go
The sardine
Little sardine
Focus a bit
Focus and hit
The sardine
Is crooked
Is he alive
Or is he dead?
Despite the fear
You have to go
Despite the cold sweat
You have to know
You go to watch
Carefully
Peels on the wood floor
Are everything you see
Everything you see
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Flames
Circle of stone
Soon the light
Will be gone
Completely gone
Diurnal life
Will remain
A little longer
It’s the threshold, the threshold, okay
The threshold, the threshold, wait
Last look around
Nothing moves
The shades are still
Completely still
Zip the door
Zip the bag
Goodnight fellows
Goodnight fellows
Goodnight, goodnight…
You dream of “warm”
You dream of “safe”
You dream of old
Happy summer days
But the mold is cold
And uneven
It’s half past eight
You cross the gate
The threshold, the threshold, okay
The threshold, the threshold, wait
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It is eleven fifty eight
If only you could collapse
Developed a wonder sense of hearing
Like Jaimie Sommers or more perhaps
Every little scarabee fart
Turns into a monstrous horse ride
The old man cast a spell through the juice
You’re deadpan in the sarcophagus
Why this curse?
You can feel his presence
Do you deserve all this?
You are lying on a sacred territory
A very old cemetery
Was that something moving in the soil
Trying to grip your mortal coil
And suddenly the wind in the trees
The foul smelling breath of Hades
Maybe it’s just the gaseous result
Of your protein trek diet, nothing occult
Nothing occult
Rationalize, calm down
No witch, no god, no wild hunt
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Try not to think
And pull the plugs
Anyway you can’t
Avoid the subs
The deep frequencies
Of the moos
The flap, flap, flap
Of the winged shoes
Coming for him
Coming for you
Text down your last wills
Prepare to go
They are not far
Hear them grow
The wonder grunts
The screaming mouths
Of the flying steers
Ridders
Coming for him
Coming for you
Surrender
Drop the penknife
Show a little
Dignity
Surrender
Let the flying steers
Let them take you
Away
Far away
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Dull twilight
One or two degrees
Finally the night came to end
A whistle, a last scratch
And the pearling dew
Dripping on your neck
As you put on your shoes
Which way, today
A way, choose a way
Does it really matter?
One way or another?
Just go
The second, the fifth, the one…
A way, the way, your way
After a mile
You start to doubt
About your direction
The sky turns grey
The forest is denser
Look around
Listen and smell
And the rain, and the pain
In your knee, again
You’re about to turn back
When something jumps on the track
It is wild, don’t escape
It’s an ape, an ape, see the ape
Far, far from the jungle
A radical change of angle
Your face in his eye
The ape, see the ape, the ape
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12. |
Close Up
13:14
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Last scene
A woman at the corner
Deserted alley
Fast forward
The first thing
That you notice
Is the way she looks at you
And then
Then she walks away
She fades behind the credits
There must be a hidden sequence
Stay
It’s about to fall apart
The heart
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