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Postcard
04:18
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Dear family and friends,
we send you a postcard,
to tell you once again,
how far we travelled.
How cold is the sea,
but how warm are our heart.
All the cities I’ve seen,
the nicest for sure.
We met other frenchies,
there we are the strangers,
and as a symphony
we wistle folk arias.
Ben built a castle
with fresh sand he raked,
Godot can’t stop playing
ping pong with children.
And we feed a cat,
our neighbours have lost,
and then it was our turn
to get lost in a wood …
Dear family and friends,
we send you a postcard,
to tell you once again,
how far we travelled.
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2. |
Twilight
03:47
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Let’s pack your bag,
and place it on the trunk.
It’s time to prepare.
Fasten your belt,
and we lay a bet :
we’ll be far tonight,
the wind is on our side.
Leave their your clothes,
the exit is so close.
The cards are on your hands.
Just a few steps,
don’t worry kilometres.
Dozen will be there,
it’s time to prepare.
And if for a while,
it doesn’t fit whatever you sight,
remember you’ll find an help.
Follow the signs,
and after the country line,
here comes the twilight !!!
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3. |
City lights
03:07
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You’re going down town with friends tonight.
Be careful of cabs and others cars (too).
You don’t know where you’re going,
you’re guided by the city lights,
looking for the perfect place
where they never close.
Now darkness falls other the city.
Shadows are reflected in the gentle waves.
You don’t know where you’re going,
you’re guided by the city lights,
looking for the perfect place
where they never close.
All the noise and the hurry will never be forgotten.
You don’t know,
You don’t know where you’re,
You don’t know where you’re going,
Then I come back to you,
near the sidewalk ends.
Birds are singing,
in the early morning.
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4. |
Radio Mollemant part.1
00:19
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Radio Mollemant
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5. |
Thorvaldsen's eyes
03:46
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Couples of nudes, mainly good males,
you can feel their proud in Thorvaldsen’s faces.
Bodies like art, no more breath, no heart,
all in regard in Thorvaldsen’s gouge.
I followed the coast, went West and felt doubt,
when I saw Oresund, no fear I felt home.
I left all the treasures, my country gave me,
they provided marble, I made marvelous statues.
Yesterday’s people, nude headed or hat(ed),
emperors and crooks in Thorvaldsen’s eyes.
If you see a lepre, it’s just sign of time
which sometimes caused chalky falls of Thorvaldsen’s arms.
I followed the coast, went West and felt doubt,
when I saw Oresund, no fear I felt home.
I left all the treasures, my country gave me,
they provided marble, I made marvelous statues.
Couples of nudes, mainly good males,
you can feel their proud in Thorvaldsen’s faces.
Bodies like art, no more breath, no heart,
all in regard in Thorvaldsen’s gouge.
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6. |
Traena
03:25
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For now I need to go outside,
learn to live more close to nature,
again, again.
We should try to do a long trip from sailboat,
take a look to mystic mountains, mountains
[colourful wooden houses ...]
Then go around the island,
you will see there’s a lot of wooden hills, wooden hills.
I would love to fly a kite
like this magistic sea eagle flying, flying
[colourful wooden houses ...]
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7. |
Radio Mollemant part.2
00:17
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Radio Mollemant
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