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Chansons / Songs

de/of Dan T.

13 Ce n'est pas

Ce n'est pas que je les veuille mortes toutes ces feuilles tombées en deuil du vert fané, foulées des pieds vers un cercueil eparpillé.

2024-03-28 ♃ pm

12 J'ai tant

J'ai tant tant de moments, tant de moments où je me sens comme la miette d'un clown perdue dans la loune. et dans ma mémoire j'entrevois mes idées tellement tombées à en perdre l'espoir.

Oh j'ai tant tant de moments, tant de moments où je me sens ...

2023-12-14 vp

11 Morning Kiss

(to be sung as "One of Us Cannot Be Wrong")

Wish you a very good morning into a wonderful day, kiss you awake for the planet where our duty's to stay, and to make sure that the thoughts become pure for the sake of its beautiful way.

The sun called you down from under the crown into your body of clay.

2023-11-17 am

10 Reach

Don't search for a star avoiding some war too near or too far,

do not ask where or inside of which sphere you might find it there,

do look inside the field rather wide you're using to hide, and reach it reach him reach her now.

2019-03-14 ♃

9 Sir Alec's Eyes

Sir Alec's Eyes a picture, what else?

Sir Alec's Eyes one question, two wells.

Sir Alec's Eyes an answer above all one may call love.

Sir Alec's Eyes not keeping instead any sacred flame, just showing an oak of his generation risen to fame.

Sir Alec's Eyes now a look from beyond of a room, beyond of a clock, beyond of doom.

Sir Alec's Eyes no doubt two wells, though one picture, a picture, what else?

2019-02-24 ☉

8 What Would Be Their Answer

Following my path today by strolling through a busy lane, looking up and into faces with eyes wide shut, and lips uncut at so many hidden places, I wonder whether they would blame the course I took to cross their way.

And if I'd say "I love you", what would be their answer, how would they do?

The course I took to cross their way was chosen by curiosity about the load they carry with eyes wide shut, and lips uncut, and no time to worry 'bout any animosity towards their unimportant stay.

And if I'd say "I love you", what would be their answer, how would they do?

Towards their unimportant stay I was particularly driven to experience how they shiver with eyes wide shut, and lips uncut, with the cold from down the river that was periodically given room to flush some souls away.

And if I'd say "I love you", what would be their answer, how would they do?

2011

7 Porch of the Night

What may heaven know of dreams I won't enjoy to see? Pictures dragons set, it seems, Tied into a bunch of beams To preserve the key Of wisdom necessarily Banned into my bones to ground my dreams.

I could cry of them, I could sigh of them, But never I would die of them.

It looks dire, wrong or right, But raising daringly my torch I'll stand by the fire In the porch of the night.

What may heaven find in beams You do enjoy to see? Pictures men pick out of dreams While another then redeems Their vitality That wisdom's servant fatefully Needs to suit your bones to moulding beams.

You could cry for them, You could sigh for them, But never you should die for them.

You can't hire some new sight, But raising daringly your torch You'll stand by the fire In the porch of the night.

2009

6 If Hearts Could Tell

If hearts could tell, they'd tell of blood, and all the pictures blood picked up keeping a finger on the rife pulse of life -

pics of birth turned into fate,

pics of love turned into hate,

pics of flames turned into stones,

pics of itself turned into bones where all its fiery sparkle waned, leaving many crosses crossing ...

2009

5 Tulla

When last red breaks through

A worn out day's rain

As heaven seems far

From clockworking pain,

And no glittering star

Will enlighten my lane,

Then hand me, oh Tulla, more dew!

2008

4 Otén a noite

Who am I to wonder why heaven were closed in the era of mine while the day hides away the enigma of burning a star into time?

Beyond sight will soon grow night gently redimming the brilliance of blue, and as a date with rolling fate may once again bring a meeting with You.

But who will be You when sunlight breaks through, and how will be now when this star will bow?

Still, who am I to scan the sky questioning angels, eternally shy? The answer's tough, a golden laugh that even a smirk could never deny!

2006-12-05 ♂

3 Still Sun

Still sun in the countenance, Yet stars in the hair, Queen thou in beauty, Thy evening is fair.

The word has been lived through, The night's touch has come, Queen thou in darkness, My daytime is done.

'To the depths of your lightponds I'm ready to shine, Queen thou in loving, Forgetting all time.

2001/2009

2 Fleuves de vie

Que de fleuves qui en artères se faufilent à travers le pays, la boue, les pierres pour apporter de la vie aux pâturages, aux bois, aux prés et par le bienfait de la rosée aux roses!

Coule, mon eau, coule, roule, mon eau, roule de ta source vers la mer.

Roses qui poussent de la croix formée par un rayon des sphères qui nous ensoleille la terre offrant espérance et foi à tout être qui dépend du comble de la vie pour monter.

Coule, mon eau, coule, roule, mon eau, roule de ta source vers la mer.

Monter au sein même de l'amour au fond fertile de ce silence d'où s'anime multiple danse par la puissance des alentours qui de leurs tourbillons nous peuvent prolonger la crû du fleuve.

Coule, ma vie, coule, roule, ma vie, roule prend ta course vers la mer.

1992/2009

1 Kind of Autumn

(A Song of Gallun)

Today the leaf forsakes its tree, And planes before the window sill, It does not tend to fly set free, The tree stands here and now and still While the leaf is up to flee - forever gold will fall down on lee, Leaves are wafted down the hill, And they turn, and they turn ... Am I able to learn?

The hawk there flies to catch some feed, He rounds amidst the cloudy light, With wings spread wide for preying deed He coolly searches bloody fight - Such wakeful birds will not pay heed of hunters more bright: arrows their meed, They will fall amidst the night; Now they turn, and they turn ... Am I able to learn?

Then children in their afternoon Despite of leaf and bird do play, Their bodies swing to other tune, And they may sing another lay - But tomorrow will be soon, forgotten today, risen the moon, Gone will be their sunny way; Now they burn, and they burn ... Am I able to learn?

Here I am, resting in pale blue, Alone to watch the earth to fade, Long ago all beings grew, Now the bill of life is paid - Lore of old again anew, on ev'rything's laid similar due; Tasting through a kind of shade ... I'll return and return Always able to learn.

1972/1982/1988/2002-2004

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