Paroles & musiques

J'aime beaucoup ce groupe, bien qu'il ait fait des albums assez particuliers certaines fois... Mais là, on retrouve bien l'ambiance de ce groupe, celle que j'aime : des sons planants, et la voix d'Elizabeth Frazer toujours aussi belle et profonde. Non, vraiment : j'adore !

I'm seemin' to be glad a lot
I'm happy again, come, come in time
S'pose the doctor and yourself will
Me, I give in to your arms

You're the match of Jerico
That will burn this whole madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut's safe
More like can lug that safebox turtled of exquisite stuff, it's

You, yourself, and your father
Don't know him, so part in your own ways
You've really both bought on set terms
Thank you for mending me babies

You're the match of Jerico
That will burn this whole madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut safe
It would seem that being throughout that safebox full
Of exquisite stuff, it's you on that match of Jerico
That will burn this old madhouse down on the floor
Open ripe the walnut safe

You, yourself, and your father
Don't know him, so part in your own ways
You've really both bought on set terms
Thank you for mending me babies

Parce que, à mes yeux, cela ne vieillit pas, et puis Peter... toujours Peter.... :))

There is lambswool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm, gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid

The fleas cling to the golden fleece hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory
There's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ocher corridor
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

There's only one direction in the faces that I see
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet believing they're free

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

The porcelain manikin with shattered skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers, they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

Allez, une petite nouveauté ??

(en Français pour une fois, mais pas de paroles !!)