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Sound-Dust (28.08.2001)
28.08.2001
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Black Ants In Sound-dust

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Ce filme n'a pas été joué par des acteurs
mais vécu par des femmes des hommes
On ne sait ce qu'il va pouvoir dévoiler
mais on l'espère la vérité
Morin et Rouch voudraient savoir comment vivent les gens, sont-ils heureux?

Malheureusement, l'homme est réduit à son travail
qui bien souvent brise l'idéal
Une partie de moi s'adapte mais je sauvegared l'autre,
C'est ma partie authentique
La possibilité de s'accomplir malgré tout et envers tout

Je vis dans la mesure où j'accepte des compromis terribles
Je voulais me heurter à la réalité,
Ne pas vivre par compensation
Me mettre en relation avec quelque chose qui me fasse sortir de moi
Je n'ai meme pas le droit de me tuer, ce serait faux, tout faux

La caméra était bien là,
Ils ont joué sincèrité,
Ce filme nous réintroduit
A la vraie vie,
nous met en cause.


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I
Let live what must live, die what must die
(what must live, what must die)
Let live what must live, die what must die
(what must live, what must die)
Birth comes with a death, comes with a rise
(come with death, come with birth)
Birth comes with a death, comes with a birth
(come with death, come with birth)
No one must go, must stay, stay
Ne retenez pas, résistez pas
(qui doit partir, restez) (ce qui part, ce qui reste)

Faites vivre ce qui, ce qui doit vivre
(faites vivre ce qui doit vivre)
Laissez mourir ce qui doit mourir
(laissez mourir ce qui doit mourir)
Qui doit partir, laissez rester
Let live what must live, die what must die
(no one must go, must stay, stay) (what must go, what must stay)

II
There are two sides to one’s same thing
There are two sides
Breathing is like a tide, rolls in then retires
Bestow the frank questions
The plants in my garden
Flourish, seed and perish.


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Dive in the heart of extremes
All assembled in a style,
Extremes reconciled,
Improvisation.

Rational and poetical,
Summing up contradictions.
Lyrical departure, formal unity,
All in one.
Intimate sensuality,
Big and cold non-places of concrete.
Art and social action, freedom and control
All in one.

A knowing type of beauty
(A knowing type of beauty)
That inspires freedom
(That inspires freedom)
The beam is bright and shining
(The beam is bright and shining)
Not the follow throughfall of love.
LyricsReality clipped its nose
?Hiding? personally.

Utopia and reality
Hand in hand all this way,
Dedicated to a change it can't bring about
It failed but succeeded,
It failed but succeeded.



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I need somebody
I feel so lonely
somebody to share
my scarcity
all cut from the world
(I need somebody)
unrelated
(I need somebody)
(I need somebody)
this time I need somebody
(I need somebody)
to be family
(I need somebody)
(I need somebody)
some to inspire
(I need somebody)
the dying fire
(I need my body)

surrounded
the world
on top
disconnected
digging my soul
holding my breath
to repossess

I need somebody
(I need somebody)
I feel so lonely
(I need somebody)
this time I need somebody
(I need somebody)
to be family
(I need somebody)
some to inspire
(I need somebody)
the dying fire
(I need my body)

my heart
my heat
my sweat
my feet
I bleed
my bones
and my blood too
need somebody
is my body

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I look foreward to
that day when
the show will stop
will stop
stop reviewing itself
halt

when the most mundane
the most pedestrian show
will cause
and instill such boredom

boom

ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah-oh-way
ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah-oh-way

the time when all forms
of expressions of life
will be so
destitute of substance
Lyrics
bang

then life will become
so intolerable
that perhaps
our senses will wake up
wake

ka-bang!

ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah-oh-way
ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah-oh-way
ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah-oh-way
ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah-oh-way
ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah ooh-wah-oh-way


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Oui tu es le bonheur,
Ouvrir ton coeurLe morceau de beurre
Qui rend la vie si délicieuse.
(Ouvrir ton coeur, ouvrir mon coeur)
Exciuse-moi j'ai tant résisté
Notre miroir m'a tant appeuré.
Là ton coeur

C'est toi qui lui donne son goût profond.
(Ouvrir mon coeur, ouvrir ton coeur)
La peur me quitte, je peux me livrer,
Je peux sentir et enfin t'aimer.
Là ta bouche.

La chaleur monte dans l'abdomen,
Tu l'alimentes et le feu se réveille.
J'étais de glace dans la glace,
Complètement à la masse.

Le feu crépite, il a trouvé les os.
Les flammes s'agitent, elles me redonnent la force.
Ta chaleur grandissante
M'a fait fondre, me délivre.


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A military regime
in democratic disguise
that lies in all impunity
takes apart what it took
people years to build
public institutions
that promised a decent life

self-determination should be fact
not essentially a right

there are the lobbies
insurance companies
who want to change
the whole country
into a vast
commercial counter
for the pure consumer

the promise to give the
generals a better place

self-determination should be fact
in the face of corruption


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His wisdom his art
surpassed all expectancies
and yet reality is
dual walking with good and evil
Two poles guiding his step
Two poles guiding his step

Good is the one that can
weave all together
Our passions impulsions
into city laws
Evil sets in when man
thinks he is sole judge
Only him can be right
no one else be just

His wisdom his art
surpassed all expectancies
and yet reality is
dual walking with good and evil
Two poles guiding his step
LyricsTwo poles guiding his step

Good is the one that can
weave all together
Our passions impulsions
into city laws
Evil sets in when man
thinks he is sole judge
Only him can be right
no one else be just



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absurd and sensible
quite unacceptable
let go
pull your leg off
control
out of control

it's the bed wetting thing
that brought us here, doctor
it's the bed wetting thing

you tripped
dog on a leash
you had never noticed

nothing to do with me
says he weeing his feet

well it won't go away
overnight but it will go away
in the end
Lyrics
you did such a great job
with the boiler last time
please, can you mend my baby?
he hasn't moved for three weeks

don't they use coffins
when they are that small?
I don't want lizards
boring my house

sir my chin
has been getting rather hot lately
sir if you just
stand on a tall building in the stiff breeze

don't know what to do
it's saturday night
I seek good advice
from who knows what's right
why don't you ring friends up
go for a few drinks
and then go see a movie?

did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin?
I'm sorry I can't see a thing I've blinded myself
did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin?
I'm sorry I can't see a thing I've blinded myself
it isn't a spot
it is a baby
you're not a doctor
you're a wanker


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This angel always the brightest,
Oh surely will fall out of the nest,
Conscious of the falsification
And the harnessing of our reality.

There'll be no return,
No rapprochement, (coming together)
No conciliation,
Wisdom without art.

Constantly evil thing, curious,
Somber, obscure, dark, and luminous,
Vitriolic, stringent, prophetic.

He penetrated
The wheels of modern society
That hated so so much,
Hated with all his strength.
The angel would never submit
For his eyes were wide open and lit.
We brought oil where there was a fire
LyricsIn this way were bound to the devil.

There'll be no return,
No rapprochement,
No conciliation,
Wisdom without art.

The tumbler stayed standing up,
All of his life he flinched not,
The tumbler stayed standing up.

Surpassing all the art,
Surpassing cinema,
Surpassing life itself.


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Curled upon a contracted and drowsy exterior
Humming to Auntie Sheila my torment, my bother
She gives me chocolat lalalala lalalala
Humming to Auntie Sheila my torment, my horror
She gives me chocolat, it's far better than reasoning

Through a dance let go the grip
Link with the empty space

Enough there to create heat, replenish this place

Bon-bons bon-bons bon-bons
Better than reason
Sweeter than reason

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