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Border
02:39
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I am lying down, my wife is reading a poem about war.
last thing i need is tanks getting into my bed.
bullets have made holes in my dreams
when you look through one of them:
you see a road, its skin whitened by the snow…
I wish there was no snow,
so one could tell the border between the bed sheet and the road
now, the tanks have crossed the trenches of the sheets and
they slowly enter my dreams:
I was a child, mother washed the dishes
father returned home with his black moustache but when it
rained bombs, all three of us were children.
the next images of this dream will choke you !
they will choke you ! they will choke you!
close your eyes , put your mouth on this small opening
and just breathe and just breathe and just breathe and just breathe man
the doctor shakes his head, nurse shakes her head
the doctor wipes off his sweat
and the green chain of mountains on the screen
become a desert.
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poème sur la guerre de Garous Abdolmalekian poète iranien contemporain .
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can you stop please telling the truth
about workers, women, life, god, politics, gardening,
about my fork, my stomach and my guts
motherfuckers
about rich, poor, golf, football, dad, mum, war.
it's getting tougher to say the right thing
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l'espace médiatique met en avant des soit-disant experts en tout et n'importe quoi. Il faut les séparer des intellectuels qui œuvrent et cherchent dans les mêmes domaines sans pour autant accéder a cet espace médiatique. Entre les deux, on peut rajouter qu'il n'y a pas de "vérité". Que la penser unique est un danger. Nous vivons dans une société des loisirs où penser par soit même est un parcours intellectuel parsemé d'embuches. "it's getting tougher to say the right thing" est le nom d'une compilation de titres rares et face b du groupe hardcore Unbroken qui jouait dans les années 90. Ce titre donc évoque la difficulté d'avancer des arguments et des théories sur des sujets importants de la société tels que l'écologie, le sexisme, la famille, l'industrie du sport, l'armement etc... L' alphabétisation de masse n' a pas éradiqué l'ignorance. L'esprit doit rester éveillé avec les contradictions et les conflits que cela génère.
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40 000 Flies
03:24
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torn by a temporary wind
we come back together again !
check walls and ceiling for crack
(and the eternal spiders)
wonder if there will be one more woman now
forty thousand flies running the arms of my soul
I met a million dollar baby in a five and ten cent store
singing
flies
(What kind of shit is this ?It 's so easy to be a poet so hard to be a man)
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poésie de charles buckowski, sa version à lui, de la rencontre amoureuse difficile, bancale et chaotique.
extrait du recueil "Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit"
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4. |
Aimée Cesaire
05:02
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at the end of the day break
beat it !
I said you cop
you lousy pig
beat It !
I detest the flunkies of order
and the cock chaffers of hope
beat it ! Evil grigri !
you bedbug of a petty monk
then i turned toward paradises
lost for him and his kin
calmer than the face
of a woman telling lies
and there, and there
rocked by the flux of a never exhausted thought
I nourrished the wind
I unlaced the monsters
and heard rise
from the other side of disaster
a river of turtledoves and savanna clover
wich i carry forever in my depths
deeps as the twentieth floor
of the most arrogant houses
as a guard against the putrefying force
of crespuscular surroundingsùsuveryed night and day
by a cursed veneral sun
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au bout du petit matin ...
va-t-en, lui disais-je, gueule de flic, gueule de vache, va-t-en je déteste les larbins de l'ordre et les hannetons de l'espérance. Va-t-en mauvais gris-gris, punaise de moinillon. Puis je me tournai vers de paradis pour lui et les siens perdus, plus calme que la face d'une femme qui ment, et là, bercé par les effluves d'une pensée jamais lasse je nourrissais le vent, je délaçais les monstres et j'entendais monter de l'autre côté du désastre, un fleuve de tourterelles et de trèfles de la savane que je porte toujours dans mes profondeurs à hauteur inverse du vingtième étage des maisons les plus insolentes et par précaution contre la force putréfiante des ambiances crépusculaires, arpentée nuit et jour d'un sacré soleil vénérien.
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5. |
Honest Lie
04:27
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I put myself on mute cause
I'm scared to make you cry honey
I have words you might not get
and some you'll find funny mate
when I walk I guess I think
and when I think I find my mind
stuck in a maze
made by a fuckin lacanian beach boy
made by an unfinished scholarship
and dead end knowledges
mumy is wise daddy deaf
most difficult part of life is to live with ignorant
switch this fucking screen off
you re eyes not gonna bleed
I wish I kept some spare brain time
I live in a shithole but it's home no ?
I eat poison everyday I am a rat on diet
despite my belly is grewing up like I'm feeding twins
those web cunts laugh when a guy fall on a fat cat
I reckon idiocracy movie is becoming reality
I'm an honest man I love to lie
I'm winner, my wage will only pay a banker,
dignity is something i ve dscovered on someone else's wallet
I only like bitches on a basque country beaches
I love morrons who spend their money to get feed with monkey test lab food
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influencé par la prose des Sleaford Mods, texte freestyle sur plusieurs thématiques acides et sarcastiques, il y va du rapport à internet, des mecs proteinés de l'apparence, du système bancaire pour le prolétaire, du dénie, du déterminisme social
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Ode
04:15
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we are the music−makers,
and we are the dreamers of dreams,
wandering by lone sea−breakers,
and sitting by desolate streams;
world−losers and world−forsakers,
on whom the pale moon gleams:
yet we are the movers and shakers
of the world for ever, it seems.
with wonderful deathless ditties
we build up the world's great cities,
and out of a fabulous story
we fashion an empire's glory:
one man with a dream, at pleasure,
shall go forth and conquer a crown;
and three with a new song's measure
can trample an empire down.
we, in the ages lying
in the buried past of the earth,
built Nineveh with our sighing,
and Babel itself with our mirth;
and o'erthrew them with prophesying
to the old of the new world's worth;
for each age is a dream that is dying,
or one that is coming to birth.
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poème de Arthur O'Shaughnessy qui ne demande pas d'explication, juste une ode à ce monde et aux artistes poètes
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7. |
So Many
02:39
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we are so many many many many
you can tell you can tell you can tell
I've got sixty five milion friends
but none of them is able to work man
I've got thousand girls waitin' for me
but my dick is callin' for peace
we have no idea of future
but we keep on fucking for nothing
we are billions of none sense
and we move on this life
like on a fancy dance
I am a worker
that cost too much
a human always
ready to riot
we have
no idea of future
but we keep on
fucking for nothing
I've got sixty five milions pain
and none of them is going to cure man
I've got thousand robots living for me and no one knows when we've lost our brain
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projection pessimiste, futur technologique insignifiant, sur-population, période charnière entre avènement technologique et non considération de l'espèce humaine sur le plan éthique et sociétale, rapport au sexe déréglé et monde ouvrier devant le gouffre
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