I Went to Heaven
de Emily Dickinson, présente sur l'album "Fall"
I went to heaven, -
'Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.
Song
de William Blake, présente sur l'album "Fall"
Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,
I'll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.
I'll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet's song;
And there I'll lie and dream
The day along:
And, when night comes, I'll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent Melancholy.
Sold out
de Marc Hehn, présente sur l'album "Fall"
There’s a lot we put in an ashtray,
late at night when we let our soul out.
There’s a lot you put in boxes theses days,
and love is not something we can bound.
Sold out, sold out.
Well sorry we’re sold out.
Walk out, walk out.
And you’re the one who walk out.
Sure I’ll knock on your door someday,
to see if your smile ‘s still around.
Please don’t mess with the beautiful of us.
It is gone, leave like it is.
Sold out, sold out.
Well sorry we’re sold out.
Walk out, walk out.
And you’re the one who walk out.
Homeless soul when I walk the door,
the air is softer than I thought.
I won’t try to get the way I was before,
loss is a gift we can afford.
Bow tie
de Marc Hehn, présente sur l'album "Fall"
Only grey colour they say,
comes from the distance between you and I.
A common message I’m afraid,
that spreads slowly in our mind.
Added to anything we say,
like a shadow in the eye.
Well I make a little knot on it.
A grimace with a bow tie.
And I hope it’s not to late for it...
To learn how to fly,
an old funny face like mine.
Mine, mine, mine…
Well let’s colour up your soul.
And then forget about all grey.
You can have my bow tie for a try.
And if it’s not helping then try an old funny face like mine.
Mine, mine, mine…
Hold on
de Marc Hehn, présente sur l'album "Fall"
Once in a while, so old…
Down in the corner I saw a low shape and I…
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
I heard a sigh coming real slow.
A puff of wind blew through the leaves down whirling.
And I walked in the rain,
in streets...I thought I knew the path,
the past I drew for you.
Hold me, he said,
Hold me, he said.
You were there standing out of town.
I could hear a calm river down my side.
And the lampost far behind could only light your look I saw.
Your look I see.
Hold my hand,
Hold.
Hold my hand,
Hold.
It was talking for you, (for) no word came out.
I saw years and loss.
Strength and hope to go and come finding
the one who happen to be me, and happen to be you.
Silent he said,
Yes silent he said :
Hold my hand,
Hold.
Hold my hand,
Hold.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
de Marc Hehn, présente sur l'album "Fall"
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
If anything you said is still fine.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
If anything you said is still mine.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
If it’s all in a tear that passes by.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
If it’s all in a tear that passes by.
If I’m wrong, if I’m right.
Before the tears come back from where they all belong.
Before the wave goes back to where it once grew strong.
Now in the open
de Marc Hehn, présente sur l'album "Fall"
Raise your own compel,
Call out ow our endless light.
Call my one, whole night too.
Call my love, all my love.
Call my own eyes, it’s nothing more.
Call out now, there’s nothing around.
There’s a round net about the path.
I close my eyes to the seen.
There will come more rime to the rabbit.
Why my wounded legs are cold now it’s dark ?
And all my forevers are crawling in the sand ?
Oh my…oh my…
We’re now on a river across this land that we dreamed.
A stone rough is now calling and the mountain dreams of the sea.
Oh my river why don’t you settle too ?
Oh my river a home is a bed too.
Let’s go down the river,
go down to the sea.
Hold on oh river (to)
this long ride to find me.
Bye bye bye
de Marc Hehn, présente sur l'album "Fall"
I won’t let it last,
Like my old man.
Hope you just can feel the breeze from the tidal.
I know what is wrong with me,
let loose, the past goes...
By, bye bye.
Bye, bye, bye.
Bye bye.
Let it die, die, die.
Bye, bye, bye.
Bye bye.
Wait, how come I let it sound like sorry.
The suffering is down the drain,
Aren’t you happy ?
Well I find it strange, tell me
How we hang on to the sting when it comes out.
Bye, bye bye.
Bye, bye, bye.
Bye bye.
Let it die, die, die.
Bye, bye, bye.
Bye bye.
I won’t let it last.
There’s no miracles.
Half losses is no kind.
I’m gonna let it last, tonight.
Just enough to talk it through,
one night with you.
I hope you ‘ll hold my hand.
Won’t you, no won’t you let me alone when I let it go.
Bye, bye bye.
Bye, bye, bye.
Bye bye.
Let it die, die, die.
Bye, bye, bye.
Bye bye.
I won’t let it last.
There’s no miracles.
Half losses is no kind.
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
de Emily Dickinson, présente sur l'album "Fall"
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road -
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain -
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again -
It reaches to the Fence -
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces -
It deals Celestial Vail
To Stump, and Stack - and Stem -
A Summer’s empty Room -
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them -
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen -
Then stills its Artisans - like Swans -
Denying they have been -