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From the Oak
04:59
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Demeter carried the oak
To the frozen Caucasus
And hidden in a stonefield
Exhausted, she started to sculpt
She didn’t eat the whole journey
She gave the artcraft her appetite
This was the birth of Adephagia
The divine rancour, fearing no one
Vengeance acquired easily
She then felt warlike
Pronounced herself queen
And reputiated her past
War himself discovered his fascination
And ended up seducing her
A goddess named Caïssa was born,
From whom results the wooden war.
Rooks, knights, bishops, Still tremble in her presence,
While Mars on his safe throne
Enjoys the smart massacre !
From the humiliation of Demeter
Results the pawn’s disaster
Strategy comes from the earth
Plowed, and sowed, by Iasion !
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Gandspell
04:21
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You shall not pass you poor devils,
This shire is not to share with orcs,
And I come back to you now,
So you’d better fly, you fools.
I know that Mordor is not that great,
That everyone dreams of Rivendell.
But here we are since hell,
We locked the doors of our heaven.
I am the referee and I keep in mind
Who’s the enemy, check every sign.
I focus on the real threat, I keep them unified,
Rivendell is my Brussels, where I get them terrified.
I am NATO of Middle-Earth,
I am the white with a blue helmet,
and you small, you dirt, you fail, You’d better fear the gandspell !
Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks !
You enjoyed my fireworks and butterflies,
Now wait for my eagles of deportation,
They’re even faster than a charter flight.
The way is shut, it was made by those who won,
and the winners keep it, with magic and weapons.
Death is just another path that we all must take.
Leave us the white shores and…
Go back to the shadow….
I am the referee and I keep in mind
Who’s the enemy, check every sign.
I focus on the real threat, I keep them unified,
Rivendell is my Brussels, where I get them terrified.
I am NATO of Middle-Earth, I am the white with a blue helmet,
and you small, you dirt, you fail,
You’d better fear the gandspell !
Amazing grey… Amazing grey… Amazing grey… Amazing grey…
Go back to the shadow !
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Not that Big
06:28
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27 m² to the seven floor,
It’s not that big
47 steps to the 7/4
It’s confusing
Count on 3, Count on 3, Count on 3,
Count on 4 !
The limit between bad luck and punishment is thin,
The limit is thin,
Between symbolism and superstition it’s thin,
It’s confusing,
Count on 3, Count on 3, Count on 3
Feeling numb by growing numbers,
How high can you count,
Do you fear the spirale,
Crouching in the angles of your infinite mind !
Feeling numb by growing numbers,
How high can you count,
Do you fear the spirale,
Crouching in the angles of your infinite mind !
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Don't feed the Pelicans
06:05
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They thought it was feeding its young with its blood,
Like one would make the sacrifice to God,
They believed it because they didn’t watch,
So please, don’t feed the pelicans.
Because there will always be living,
Those mads who believe they could be flying
Don’t give them a divine reason to test,
Mutilating their young in their nest
Those birds you stuck into your oil slick,
You thought they would play some Louisiana blues,
Some survive and will mutilate your kid
An eye for an eye, a beak for a beak.
Please, don’t feed the pelicans !
Please, don’t feed the pelicans !
Please, don’t feed the pelicans !
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Magellan's Despair
06:37
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Magellan’s desperate,
The boat has left,
He stayed on the land,
Where he got ejected !
So he drinks in a tavern,
He drinks what he has left,
Stuck in a slice of earth,
On which he used to be famous,
He watches his ship going on,
Further and further again,
But he can’t swim fast enough,
To prove he can deserve it !
So he drinks in a tavern,
He drinks what he has left,
Stuck in a slice of earth,
On which he used to be famous,
He was proposed other ships,
Other teams and other purposes,
But they ain’t worth the big fish,
He used to belong !
So he drinks in a tavern,
He drinks what he has left,
Stuck in a slice of earth,
On which he used to be famous,
He knows he’ll be the captain, of another ship eventually,
But he has to be certain,
This one has gone for real !
My boat has gone,
And I don’t want another one,
Far in the open sea,
Where I can not see !
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