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They’re breaking the world into little pieces
They're hammering the world apart
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But I don't care, I don't care at all,
there's enough left for me
There’s enough, I just need to love a blue feather
A sandy road, a fearful bird, I just have to love
A strand of blue grass, a dewdrop, a wood cricket
They might as well break the world into little pieces
There’s enough left for me, there’s enough
There’s enough left for me, there’s enough
They might as well break the world into little pieces
I will always have a little bit of air
A little thread of life, in the eye a little
Bit of light, and the wind in the nettles
And even, even!
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If they send me to jail
There’s enough left for me, there’s enough

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I just have to love, I just have to love that corroded stone
Those iron hooks where some blood remains
(I love it, I love it)
My old bed board, the straw mattress and the frame
The sun dust, I love the opening peephole
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The men who came in, moving forward
Taking me to meet the worldly life again
And regain color, I love!
Those two long studs, that triangular knife
Those gentlemen dressed in black, it's my party!
And I'm proud, I love it, I love it
The basket full of bran where I will
Lay my head, oh I love it so much
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I just have to love a little strand of blue grass
A dewdrop, a fearful bird’s love
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They’re breaking the world with their heavy hammers
There’s enough left for me, there’s enough sweetheart

Catnap of an apple lost in Rome
A man-erasing dome, like a balm on the soul
The llama’s friend read to me:
“While Pan’s sleeping, Pandora’s taking her time
The time from before the wind, the path of formality.”

Your complexion gets a lot from the leprechaun foraging the rabbit in the morning
Your complexion gets as much from the leprechaun as from the flax leaf
Fleur-de-lys, flax leaf
Fleur-de-lys, flax leaf


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If I’m the saw, am I also the soot?
Smiling, a crazy louse fools a redhead
Giggles from a hoarse wolf
On its way to Rouen, where a moron in rags
Lingers in a cumulonimbus limbo

Your complexion gets a lot from the leprechaun foraging the rabbit in the morning
Your complexion gets as much from the leprechaun as from the flax leaf
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A thyme sprig, a time’s sprig is waiting for you
But put at least the handbrake on
In order to see the dormouse and drink, at night, the woods wilderness.
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I sing for the sun to shine on the moon!

Here goes the story: from the Amazon, I was walking in the cobbled streets of a bucolic city like Quebec.
There were carriages, multicoloured characters - coming straight from the circus - with colourful outfits.
In an upward street, I fell upon a used bookstore, where a whole brochette of clowns were sitting.
They had different colours, different shapes, different ages.

I sing for the sun to shine on the moon!

I ask the owner if he’s got a... book, but before I can give him the title, he’s handing me Cubitus.
‍I start reading, but all the clowns - and Natalie Portman (!) - are looking at me: they want me to tell them a story.
Except for the actress, they’re all doing the same gestures at the same time,
As if they were… a lone body body body.

This is the story of those Greek gods who nailed the sky’s cloth with stars in order to divide their realm from Earth and men.
When a nail falls down - shooting star - the mortals’ wishes make the most of that little crack, in order to be heard from the gods.
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I sing for the sun to shine on the moon!
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Make a wish, and Hypnos will grant it
And enlighten the heart of night.
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I sing for the sun to illuminate the moon!

I see a tree sighing between paper clouds outlined by the sun
A sentence on the wall is celebrating you
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There are two birds babbling, by heart, their song like a colorful language
Something’s happening to my feet, they’re floating
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It seems like the wind is settling every absence in its place
Every curb is telling me a story
And the neighbours are offering me their little jasmine sprigs
Dressing me up as the spring - an aura that I hand over to the sun

I don’t like exaggerating - and much less mistrust - but something’s happening here
Everything speaks of you and the voice I love
My boredom’s smoke floats on the surface of my conscience
Uncomfortable before the inferior activities with introvert tendencies
Of my shadow… in ruins
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On the other side of the planet, young virgins kill themselves under the nose
Of parents farming their boredom - they’re only 13, and nobody
Understands them… perfectly

And while time is losing us in a cigarette’s arabesques
Our two depressed thumbs stroke empty images
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Some agents with dishevelled relationships are cutting their own hairIn the meticulous waiting room of their chaotic life - it’s been years
They’re clearing out, chrysalises


If only you knew, my little black dress, the whirlwind I felt when I saw you!
Little black dress, I would wear you every single day of the year, if I could
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But the first time we went out together
In the street, there was a wind seeming to carry bawdy whispers
And the second time we passed our threshold
The rumours got confirmed, and the wind froze you around me

How nice would be a world where you and I
Could go for a walk in peace!

Because the third time we grabbed the bike
An animal passing by slit your opacity
And for the fourth time, those dogs baring fangs
Made you fade so much that you grew colour of horror and fear
How nice would be a world where you and I
Could go for a walk in peace!
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I no longer count the times we’ve been looked at
Cuz now it’s worse, and those hand-filled eyes that lifted you
The last time I took you out to dance (stroll or have dinner)
Landed on us, and big fingers tried to do the same
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How nice would be a world where you and I
Could go for a walk in peace, in peace, in peace!

Moon, in your loneliness
Your white dress blows away the darkness veil
Deep and motionless hill
I’ll stay here and break the city’s bait
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Just like a bird forgetting to fly
We’ll have to share out again without asking
Unbind so much freedom - so much humanity
Soaked in cement and lime
Moon, in your loneliness
Your white dress blows away the darkness veil
Deep and restless hill
I’ll stay here and break the city’s bait

Just like a bird forgetting to fly
We’ll have to share out again without asking
Unbind so much freedom - so much humanity
Soaked in cement and lime

Not a single language is enough to say I love you
Since the dawn of time
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If I could say a few words in English to coax you
They’d talk about love
And the only words I know in Spanish to make you blush
Are: “Corazón, te amo por siempre.”
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But for now, I’m content with rearranging your pillows
And sniffing them
And maybe one day you’ll let me tell you, to the sound of a bossa nova:
“Eu te amo por sempre, meu coração."
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Since you and me started talking about love
I prefer cutting across fields and crossing streams
Awaiting - arms wide open, hair in the wind
Your landing on my skin
I want to leave it alone with yours, so that it can
Spell you: “Moi je t’aime pour toujours, mon amour.”

Since you and me started talking about love
I prefer cutting across fields and crossing streams

Smiling is what our eyes do when they see our lips moving
In every direction

Then let’s talk about infinity in an easy language to conjugate:
“Babe, I love you for ever and ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.”

A big house full of people, everyone in their quarters
What if we let the buffalos or bisons by?
It’s the same, but not in the same place

Unless they’re aurochs, like in Beasts of the Southern Wild?I too would like to be as cunning as a bison!
It’s the same

When time goes away, the void comes back
Memory is a tool for oblivion

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We live on borrowed time, without ever being able to rewind
We missed the lecture on relativity
We’re in the same spot amid space-time

I’d like to quote a sky’s sentence that wouldn’t even convince a pachyderm:
“You’re all made of that stuff that shines within me
But not in the same spot...”
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When time goes away, the void comes back
Memory is a tool for oblivion
Memory is a tool for oblivion
Craving for a playdate with your eternal smile
A light that brightens the crystal when you’re here

Take me along wherever you want, hide me in your beautiful necklace
Dress me up as whichever star you’d like to watch
When the sun is gone

If it's shelter, just dropping anchor in your eternal hug
I’d like to find the key that opens up your voice

Take away whatever you want, hide me in your ruby ring
Dress me up as whichever star you’d like to watch
When the sun is gone

I see showing up in her silhouette
The smile of the guys looking at the passers by
She comes and goes with fruity scents
The drums ring out, and the salt mine blooms

The earth is celebrating, January
Is losing its moons, blessing the storm
The planets are lining up over there
Behind a whole galaxy duplicated by fractals

From her two big eyes lighting up Carnival
Let the devil escape and help me sing
Whichever song will make her sigh!
I’m already tangled up, and twice ensnared in her gaze!

I can smell the moisture in her perfume
Of a flowering garden inviting me to withdraw
From all the paths, and pray
I find the footprint that’ll lead me to her

Ah, those two big eyes lighting up Carnival!
Let the devil escape and help me find
Whichever line will make her sigh!
I’m already tangled up, and twice ensnared in her gaze!

Credits

Tiám (album)
sir Van Bio de Bois-raVin
Le Somme d’une pomme
GNUJ
Bos-que
Vide chrysalide
Hymne à ma petite robe noire
Des-monte
Rose des vents
Les Bêtes du rêve sauvage
Rubí
Tiám
According to us, language and music are the threads with which culture is woven. That’s why Tiám is a little embroidery jewel made from an assortment of sounds, textures and styles: it’s an emotional map for a landscape we’re inviting you to have a curious glance at.
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