Hypno5e West Shore: Where We Lost The Ones
[Louis-Ferdinand Céline:]
"Toujours plein de colère et enveloppé de misère, le voici."
Far, far
He put everything out of himself
We thought that the dawn...
We thought that the dawn would never come back again
Those days without tomorrow
He put everything out of himself
We thought that the dawn...
We thought that the dawn would never come back again
Those days without tomorrow
There, where we lost the ones
There, where we yelled a call
Absence is the only lover
Name me back as everything lasts
And where were you lost?
Far, far
He put everything out of himself
We thought that the dawn...
We thought that the dawn would never come back again
Those days without tomorrow
All those broken images, dressed with anger and regrets
By my misconstruction
I may be a god, as I feel all
All those broken images, dressed with anger and regrets
By my misconstruction
I may be a god, as I feel all
All those broken images, dressed with anger and regrets
Humans sickly rest aside death
Humans filled into the scar
The wide open scar, filled into the scar
[Atahualpa Yupanqui:]
"La sangre tiene razones que hacen engordar las venas. Pena sobre pena y penas, hacen que uno pegue el grito. La arena es un puñadito, pero hay montañas de arena."
The day makes the word
The absence reveals herself
Pale and lost in her train of thought
A place where germs
A thin line reveals the place
Place where the link is
Sad skin that flows
Absence reveals herself
Pale and lost in her train of thought
The thin line reveals the place
Place where the link is
Sad skin that flows
[Rainer Maria Rilke:]
"Ces forêts au fond de lui-même, au-dessus de l'abîme, claire, se trouvait son coeur. Il s'abandonnait pour suivre ses propres racines, loin, jusqu'aux puissantes origines, là -bas, où sa miniscule naissance était déjà donnée. Toujours aimant, il descendait dans le sang plus ancien, dans le gouffre, où gisait, gorgé d'ancêtres, les frères."
Wandering
Called on this road
Which leads to nowhere
Which path to take?
Wandering
Let them name us
And run for shores of dust
What will you be?
[Rainer Maria Rilke:]
"De chaque chose terrible, me reconnaissait complice en clignant des yeux. Même l'horrible souriait. Rarement, rarement ô mère, ton sourire fut si doux."
