Diane on the moon (Album concept dédié à ma Didine)

Tracks (paroles en bas de cette page)

Ecouter Intra-uterus 1:33
Ecouter Alive 1:05
Ecouter Garden of dreams 2:34
Ecouter Opium 2:47
Ecouter Seven lives 1:48
Ecouter Diane and the moon 3:45
Ecouter Queen of Siam 2:56
Ecouter Community 2:40
Ecouter Close to me 3:18
Ecouter Time to fly 2:45
Ecouter Mare Nubium 3:20

Bonus tracks

Ecouter Requiem
Ecouter Diane did this song

Paroles:

Intra-uterus

Instrumental

Alive

Here comes the life, precious and pure.
Open your heart she’s loving

Garden of dreams

Diane, in the morning sun, smiles at the birds and the bees.
Lazing, laying on the grass,drifted away by their songs.
And she’s dreaming that she could fly above the clouds and seas.
She would travel around the world and maybe one day, she would come back to me.
Diane under the moonlight feels the freedom, complete freedom.
And she’s dreaming that she could fly above the clouds and seas.
She would travel around the world and maybe one day, she would come back to me.

Opium

The first time she went to the den, she was lost in a rainy night.
Surrounded by rivers of smoke, she saw a face full of peace,
full of hope and joy. She followed the shadow on the wall untill a little red ligth on her left,
Gently crawled under the curtain, layed quietly on the bed. Then she closed her eyes, stoned on fumes.
Now every time she goes to the den, she feels like home in the yellow fog.
She has her place on a satin pillow, close to the door so she can see anyone coming in or going out.
She is the only free customer.

Seven lives

She has seven lives, the first is just for fun, the second is made to learn.
The third is made to love.
She has seven life, The fourth is not that long, the fifth is full of joy
The sixth is full of pain.
But the seventh is for me, to spend my life in her company.
Yes, the last one is just for me, the last but not the least.
She has seven lives, but I’ve got only one.
We try to make the best of it, before going back to dust.

Diane and the moon

The sky is dark, the stars so bright. She stands at the window,
turns her back to the room. A feeling of sorrow when she looks at the moon.
Each times the moon appears,she feels lonely deep inside.
Sometimes she shed a tear,her eyes open wide.
Maybe she wonders if there are cats on the moon.
And I love her, Diane and the moon
As the sun rises up, I oftnen find her asleep.
I bring some milk in a cup, but she’s breathing so deep. Maybe she’s dreaming that she walks on the moon.
And I love her, Diane and the moon

Queen of Siam

In the bathroom, when she sees herself in the mirror,
She thinks she’s a queen with a crown on her head.
She strikes a pause like a mannequin. Pretending there are spotlights reflections on her skin.
She is queen of Siam, she is grand master of glam.
When she closes her eyes the bathtub becomes a dance-floor,
the water dripping in the sink makes the beat. She’s a super star acclaimed by millions of fans.
Pretending she ‘is casting for clip on MTV.
She is queen of Siam, she is grand master of glam

Communnity

When she’s at home she’s not alone, surrounded by friends, cats and humans.
They live together in a big house, there’s enough place for all of them.
And sometimes, when the night falls they stick together on the coach ’till they fall asleep.
They live in peace, they live in love. Warmth in the winter , freshness in summer.
It’s a cat’s paradise full of softness and hidden recess to play or sleep.
And if sometimes, they have a little fight for a spot of sunlight on the ground, they’re always friends.
They’ll have fun, they’ll have joy. There is no place for sorrow.
And if sometimes they feel a little sad, they will always find comfort in the community, our community.

Close to me

Every time you walk on by, I only have eyes for you.
You are so little and cute, looking angry ’till you come to me, slowly.
But when I try to hold you in my arms, you always moan.
Your instinct fights against your will, and finally you run away from me, again.
And I still love you like my daughter.
Little Diane, you’re tattooed on my flesh, engraved in my heart.
So even when death will tear us apart, you’ll always be close to me for ever.
I will always love you like my daughter.

Time to fly

Time has come to cuddle so tight.
In my arms you are so light that I could lift you up to the sky and beyond, little darling.
Time has come to kiss you goodbye.
Tomorrow, you’re going to fly away so far from me little darling.
And I will wait here ’till you come back.
Yes I will wait here ’till you come back to me.

Mare nubium

Instrumental

Requiem

Instrumental

Diane did this song

As you can hear, she realy did!

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Blind believer

Ecouter
 

 
I saw Jesus in the subway
dressed like a homeless , begging for money
He told me to knee down and pray
but I closed my eyes, kept on my way

I saw him along the highway
hitch hiking down to L.A.
but when the cops pushed him away
I closed my eyes, kept on my way

I am a blind believer
I am a sunday church prayer

I saw Jesus yesterday
seeking for some place to lay
when the guys told him « No way! »
I closed my eyes , kept on my way

I am a blind believer
I am a sunday church prayer

I see Jesus everyday now
He’s the kind of buddy I’m glad to know
and we’be got plans for tomorrow
Together we’ll make the show

For all the blind believers
For all the sunday church prayers
For all the blind believers
and all the sunday church prayers

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R.I.P. V2.0 finie

Et voila quelques photos de la bête

 

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Guitare R.I.P. Body terminé

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Guitare R.I.P. V2.0

Voici lévolution de ma deuxieme version de la guitare R.I.P.

Meilleur bois, meilleur forme et meilleure couleur…

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Abat jour baroque

Et oui je confirme, ça m’a pris trois plombes pour faire les découpes :)

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FÆBUGS

Une petite boite récupérée et hop l’inspiration est venue de suite.

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Cactus…

Faux tronc en papier maché, une boule à suspension, quelques cactus et le tour est joué…

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Carnet de recettes

La plupart de ces recettes ne comportent que la liste des ingrédients… Faites appel à vos talents de cuisinier… sinon, ben un tit mail et je vous dis tout :) Bon app!!!!!

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Guitare R.I.P.

Ayé, elle est finie, sur le thème du cercueil. 3 semaines que j’ai commencé ce projet. juste encore quelque réglages pour les harmoniques à faire.

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