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Live - 13 novembre 2006 - Debaser id 370872

di Yann Tiersen

La valse d'Amélie ()

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A Secret Place ()

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La crise ()

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Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle leading to nowhere and I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now.
Don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
I am pilling up some unread books turned in 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.
Don't worry I often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.

Sometimes I search an event or something to remind me, 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.
Don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle leading to nowhere and I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now.
Don't worry I often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.

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Bagatelle ()

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Tiens, une petite voix me glisse quatre vérités
Qui passent la rampe et gravissent l'escalier
Les jambes tirent et les yeux ont tourné
Va savoir, où la bouche est tombée

Comme museau levé j'écoute, la voix je la suis
Top là! échangeons des nuits pour des nuits
Du coup l'aube en sort toute retournée-
Le bourreau a du mal à trancher.

Et aussitôt, quelqu'un manque et de rien, le jour est chargé
Et tout peut se charger d'absence,
Rien qui sache mieux qu'elle s'absenter.

Bagatelle que m'as-tu promis? Où m'as-tu mené?
Les petites vagues se sont vite emportées

Et morflant, sous cape, comme habitué
On a vite sa table, ses entrées
Des retours de flamme s'annoncent
Leur trains sont attendus
Ma pancarte est inutile, ils m'ont reconnu
Dans l'hélice où mes doigts sont passés
Je m'avance histoire de bien capter

Car rien à faire quelqu'un manque et de rien
Le jour est chargé
Et tout peut se charger d'absence
Rien qui sache mieux qu'elle s'absenter

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