J'aime plus Paris - Thomas Dutronc

Crédits photographiques Chloé Hage

 

J'irais bien voir la mer
Écouter les gens se taire
J'irais bien boire une bière
Faire le tour de la terre
Pourtant Paris
C'est toute ma vie
C'est la plus belle
J'en fais le pari
Il n'y a qu'elle
C'est bien l'ennui
J'aime plus Paris

 

Hozier cried power

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It's not the wakin', it's the risin'
It is the groundin' of a foot uncompromisin'
It's not forgoin' of the lie
It's not the openin' of eyes
It's not the wakin', it's the risin'

It's not the shade we should be cast in
It's the light and it's the obstacle that casts it
It's the heat that drives the light
It's the fire it ignites
It's not the wakin', it's the risin'

It's not the song, it is the singin'
It's the heaven of the human spirit ringin'
It is the bringin' of the line
It is the bearin' of the lie
It's not the wakin', it's the risin'

And I could cry power
Power, Lord

Nothing Fucks With My Baby - Hozier

Ain't it a gentle sound, the rollin' in the graves?
Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes?
Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you live?

Ain't it warming you, the world goin' up in flames?
Ain't it the life of you, you're lighting off the place?
Ain't it a waste it watch the throwing of its shade?

Ain't you my baby? Ain't you my baby...

 

 

Yours or mine - Suzanne Santo

Palais de Mateus - Crédits photographiques Raquel Correia

 

I don't want your sadness walkin' me home
I don't want your angry mouth singin' me a song
I wanna sleep through the night
Without your demons kickin' me
Without the scramblin' noise over our reverie

 

Question d'héritage

 

Si tu aimes les soirs de pluie, les ruelles de l'Italie 
Si tu aimes les éclaircies, prendre un bain de minuit
Si tu n'fleuris pas les tombes, mais chéris les absents
Si tu as peur de la bombe, et du ciel trop grand
Si tu aimes la marée basse, le soleil sur la terrasse et la lune sous l’auvent
Si l'on perd souvent ta trace, si la vie te dépasse
Si tu oublies les prénoms, les adresses et les âges
Mais presque jamais le son d'une voix, un visage
Si tu préfères Paris, quand vient l'orage
Si tu aimes les goûts amers, et les hivers tout blancs
Si tu aimes les derniers verres, les mystères troublants
Si tu aimes sentir la terre et jaillir le volcan
Si tu as peur du sommeil et que passe le temps
Si tu aimes l'automne vermeil
Merveille, rouge sang
Si tes idéaux s'écroulent

 

Ceci est un calligramme

 

Movement - Hozier

Crédits photographiques Karim Hobeika

 

You are a call to motion
There all of you a verb in perfect view
Like Jonah on the ocean

You are the rite of movement
Its reasonin' made lucid and cool
When you move, I'm moved

 

When you move, I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be
When you move, I could never define all that you are to me

When you move, I can recall somethin' that's gone from me

When you move, Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free

 

So move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree
So move me, baby, like you've nothin' left to prove and nothin' to lose,
You do it naturally, move me, baby

 

Move like grey skies

Move like a bird of paradise
Move like an odd sight come out at night

 

The wrong man - Suzanne Santo

I had justice on my mind

But who the hell am I?

All of my ammunition was just my goddamn ambition

To do the wrong thing to make it right