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A Cycle ft. Odile
04:00
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Dreaming of enhanced feelings
Words with no loss of meaning
Known limits shall give away
Fresh apples that won’t decay
Breathing craft and will
Sun pursues eternal extols
Rotating spheres, shifting poles
Deposed kings and queens
Against new competing machines
Standing marveled… in awe
Massive tides carefully smooth domain(s)
Nature reveals itself to mankind again
Cirrhosis removed from patient men
Who dare… come back flesh and bone
To reclaim the world as their own
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Like an alchemist or an engineer
I used to think of potions in my diaries
To improve the flow of my inner gear
Speeding up my nature inquiries
Moulded the vision I had of our sphere
Through meditation and observation
A social fabric tangible and clear
My disembodied thoughts in station
Knowing you
I had a feeling of indulging your tonic
Holding you
It made me drift from my prior logic
Knowing you
I had a feeling of indulging your tonic
Holding you
It made me drift from my prior logic
Extend the scope of my findings
Classifying them; a scattered thread
Scouted for more despite my failing tidings
A mere haul for the freight of my head
Reached the threshold of my wit
Where the whole seems badly heated
And judgements of value aren’t fit
I realized this spring was depleted
Knowing you
I had a feeling of indulging your tonic
Holding you
It made me drift from my prior logic
Knowing you
I had a feeling of indulging your tonic
Holding you
It made me drift from my prior logic
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I have these thoughts going on in my head
My hopes are placed in some future ahead
My finite means tune the world to its will
My higher verb is forever fulfilled
I contemplate this immortal outcome
A timeless trace of future times to come
I know I’m more than the span my life
I know I’m more than my own local strife
If I live old
To see my grey days
My heart will stay true - and forever young
This minute of gold
I won’t let it daze
Catching the fleeing moment bid it remain
If I live old
To see my grey days
My heart will stay true - and forever young
This minute of gold
I won’t let it daze
Catching the fleeing moment bid it remain
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4. |
A Prayer ft. Odile
04:19
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This night my sole appeal
I have a claim to your zeit
Foresaw this ideal
How would it feel right
Hold my verb for true
Trust we’re both kin
Saw myself through you
Past both flesh and skin
May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears
May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears
Formed to nature’s will
I ought to venture still
My core systoles
Cause boundless diastoles
My transmuted self
Orbits divine spheres
Shadows creating cells
Suits my nature here
May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears
May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears
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5. |
Opus
03:06
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Status: cold
Eager inclinations
Status: old
Cumulus frustrations
Status: near
Witness your fate bud
Status: sphere
Looping my blue blood
Prospect: wait
Still thirsty for more
Prospect: faith
As my nature soars
Prospect: none
Hold to the few I own
Prospect: one
For ever unknown
If you ever wonder
Men are still near their system
In a somnolent condition
Waiting for a turn
If you ever wonder
Men are still near their system
In a somnolent condition
Waiting for a turn
System: slash
Tissues crack
System: ash
Geist hold back
System: sealed
Widen soul
System: healed
Guide new whole
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I have encountered in my course
Many open-minded folks
And often, they would friend
The journey, but not its end
Against the scholar disgrace
Too abstract for their taste
They’d rather think body and mind
A whole stoutly combined
A cerebral life
An endless strife
Sleepless pursuits
Nature’s prized truths
A cerebral life
An endless strife
Sleepless pursuits
Nature’s prized truths
I noticed their despair
None were truly aware
The sacrifice implied
Mistakenly applied
Reminding me asceticism
A self-refusing idealism
That someone should pursue
An endless strive for truth
A cerebral life
An endless strife
Sleepless pursuits
Nature’s prized truths
A cerebral life
An endless strife
Sleepless pursuits
Nature’s prized truths
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My sight shall reach past the ruthless dunes
A solitary raven as my sole mate
Whose intentions towards me
I allow myself to doubt
As everyone here is by their own
Small unfortunate seeds champion
Against an unwilling stormy climate
Where venomous predators luxuriate
I therefore brace myself
While I have my last sip
I’ve been on many traveling caravans
With experienced and spirited folks
We kept our eyes vigilant
For danger preys each turn
I can’t afford to let them down
I am now one in this vast wasteland
My leather boots burn my weary feet
Meditating my next crucial move
Disdaining the liquid salt on my eyebrows
My intentions will prevail
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10. |
Introit ft. Odile
03:08
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Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,
et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem.
Exaudi orationem meam,
ad te omnis care veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
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11. |
A closing word ft. James
02:42
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What is it to be a man?
Is it to be romantic?
Fueling its own nostalgia
With dreams of death in battle
Submitting its body to hard privations
Gaining the curse of martyrdom
Leaving this world in a blind and passionate fashion
In the arms of a consuming mistress
Stupidly jumping off the schlafen berg
Dying on a piano, of an unexpected but inevitable sickness
With a still dripping quill in the left hand
Depicting unbalanced emotions in sheet music
A deforming lens
Aimed at a small fraction of the human catalogue
Or, in the case of our contemporaries
Depicting a long over exploited duality between good and evil
As if the choice was a puzzling dilemma
Attacking a God, killed over three centuries ago
Counter facing the camera you borrowed money to pay for
Implying references to esoteric Delphies
Creating a non existing mystery around oneself
What is it to be a woman?
Being sad on a beach,
A long monologue glorifying impossible loves
Smoking cigarettes with boredom
Enacting its own death in a car accident
Maybe quit it all at 27
Impressing some naive teenagers
Who can’t but think that suffering is deep
Clearly, there must be some other themes
Who please both to mind and body
While petitioning for genius and greatness
Maybe give a listen to Fauré and Bach
To the Greeks, Mill, and ironically, the great Goethe
They are all brilliant men who worked hard
… Still, they can’t be placed above manly affairs
Because, concerning those, no one ever saw nor heard
They remain interesting as photographs
Which depict some of many human features
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Men I Trust Montreal, Québec
Founded in 2014, Men I Trust (menitrust.com), is a Montreal band composed of Jessy, Dragos and Emma.
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