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The Art of Smiling
05:45
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Staring at the sun
And yet no blinking
No better way to learn the art of smiling
Despair has no name for now
Cause I walk alone not sure how
Anguish has no face and wait
Cause there’s yet nothing to forget
No more denial just before the fall
But blinded faces seems like smiling as you know
And that heals brouises from this raging flow
So one last denial just before the fall
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2. |
Knives Nest
05:50
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I hear the sound of these infamous bells
Lips turn dry no more yells
I feel it
Feel it slip through my fingers
And taste the rain I'm all hers
Right there where the beauty is, I can't tell
Somehow, something's missing in that shell
I feel it
Feel it slip through my fingers
And taste the rain I'm all hers
Left behind
Looking for my missing parts
What I've already lost
From the start
A small hint of me
Wants to close my eyes on everything
Let this knives nest just being
All makes sense now
According to the distant wind
It's a mess not supposed to be cleaned
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3. |
Salvation
04:33
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Being awake to embrace the final sleep
Shielding this precious state somewhere deep
Bleeding a while to redress that broken will
Leaving a thing behind down the hill
Digging the ground to conceal remaining grief
Nothing to feel about all these "what if"
No void can be if there is nothing to fill
Seems like have been running for that pill
When fires turn into embers or ashes
When hearts can watch through burns and soul crashes
Salvation is close
Just need to walk
Being awake to embrace the final sleep
Shielding this precious state somewhere deep
When fires turn into embers or ashes
When hearts can watch through burns and soul crashes
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4. |
Where the Bird Bones Are
07:57
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Here is the way it ends
With a red broken smile
I’m running out of teeth to bite my lips
My will grabs the brink
While my pieces just sink
Just a silent farewell
There’s no moon here
Finding a way out of my skin
It’s getting late
Still trying to stretch my remains
A bunch of bones lost in the smoke
To serve a fate
And like birds
On my own
Hiding somewhere to die alone
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Jean Vabre - drummer France
Live & studio drummer from France.
Also composer, singer and percussionist.
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