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The moon is a dancer
In ribbons of flavour
Perfume of the night
The touch of the light

In veins of black ink
Mangroves disappear
In wisteria obviousness
Over the skyliner junks

Salt is just a kind
Of marvellous sugar
A spicy wonder
In an adventurous life

No hope because of
The lack of horizon
Unlimited point of view
On new open shores

Where can I find a day
When I live in a single second
Could it be a mirage
Or just your waltzing dress

Find the girl
Under the pressure of the gun
Whips on her hips
Tattooed as a dolby surround
Blower of the sound
In a velvet superground

Find the girl
Who leads all paths
Africa painted on her skin
China as an elegant sin
Babylon's burning in her pin

Just get me a drink
Lots of icebergs
Floating on the sink
Full of black eyed ink

Phalange d'acier

Point américain

Boulet de chanvre

Corde d'où perle

Le son du canon

Refrain de choeur

Chant paroissial

Sur lequel le striptease

Est fortement recommandé

Aux farouches effeuilleuses

Vivre au rythme

D'un micron de micro

Ghettoblaster à lunette

Visée télescopique

Panoplie de shooting star

Vivre en rythme

Soudain plus rien

Ligne de flottaison

Comme une glace de combat

Un éperon à déchirer

L'hymen des galaxies

Implosion simultanée

Supernova du dé à coudre

T'as gagné le jackpot bandolero

A la machette se dessinent

Le flou et le pastel

Some cat gives

A bone to the dog

Which is not a dog

But a firefly

Schroedinger and his cat

Are always in mind

When the text is talking

With only just a sound

Echo is my name

The time of a reflection

Glare of a glimpse

All along the mirror's edge

Whose blind can see

The smell of transparency

The flavour of translucency

In the limpidity of the night

Emerald is just the fruit

Of a midnight painting

A rollercoaster ride

On an endless plain

In a rainy mood

Fountains of napalm

Are throwing fireworks play

Like bricks of perfume

Once upside down
 Inside out is so obvious
That a whole can always be
More than itself

Worms from the sleeve
Are all chrysalis
Mute signs like velvet frowns
On a purple sea

And nothing's ever worn
With a brand new world
Coming from down under
At every breath of the day

There's always a crook
Behind every word
Considered as a hook
Nothing less than a world

How can a cat be a dog
That's the reason why
There's no more weight
On the shoulders of the warrior

What's behind language
When there's nothing
Out of the script
Of polysemous seeds

There's always a cat

Behind the cat

Dancing barefoot

Over the silver rain

There's always a cat

Coud have been a mouse

It rocks anyway

Like a rolling stone indeed

There's always a cat

Chasing shadows

Until a moon missile

Gives him the key to electricity

Where's the third head
Says the clown
Like a joker in a poker game
Cards are dealing their own way
Suntides and airwaves melting down
In boreal seadawns
Fire is breathing
Painting rust on dust
In a five millions colours
Mischevious fantasy

Someone says curiosity
That thing that killed the cat
Maybe the one named Lucifer Sam
Some other one talks about
The living death in the  arms
Of Emily and Arnold
What is the answer of the piper
When the gates of dawn
Are wide open on the void
During the interstellar overdrive

Nuit noire qui danse

Sous une pluie de velours

Nuit qui taggue son sein

De graffitis orientaux

Dans une corvette

Bleu marine de nuit

Un brûlot sensible sourit

Aux prémices d'aurore boréale

Une main aimable

Un stylo un stylet un poignard

Une touche de sensualité

Qui ponctue un final merveilleux

Bricks of light
Floating in the wind
Carriers of torches swinging
At the highest point
Of the vertigo trance

Brighting colours in glimpses
Of dust and diamonds
No rust on the swords
Arrows and spears crying
Whispers of mildness

Battle in the Black Hills
Custer's shadow running
Far away from indians

Once upon a time
There are warriors

Most people don't exist
Except when they're invented
For whatever someone needs
To build a new landscape
Or supposed to be new

Most people and I
Are twinning shadows
Parts of my mind
Which still believe
In a soon that never lived

Après la neige la débacle
Le printemps se recompose
En harmonies nucléaires
Autour d'un luth électrique

Après la neige l'argent
Plus de mors aux dents
Le galop immobile
Comme étalon-or de l'algarade

Avant la neige la pluie
Cendres étincelantes
Résidus poudreux comme une femme
En pleine danse du chaos

Avant la neige promenade
Sur le Caucase des troubadours
Guitare hawaïenne en prélude
Aux hakas du soleil

Pendant la neige
Qui trampoline sur ma main
Je lis dans le marc de bourgogne
Les affres du vin qui scintille

Comme un avant-poste
Sur Sniper Alley
Un panzerfaust ouvert en embuscade
L'escalade de la violence
Sur l'échevau de la soie
L'accolade de l'indécence
Sur les chevaux de l'effroi
Le poète est un camarade
Dans un peloton unitaire
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