« Le temps humain ne tourne pas en cercle mais en ligne droite. C’est pourquoi l’homme ne peut être heureux puisque le bonheur est désir de répétition. » écrivait Milan Kundera dans L’insoutenable légèreté de l’être. Pourtant on essaye les courbes, les sinusoïdes, les hyperboles, les paraboles et irrémédiablement on est ramenés à la ligne droite qui vous conduit parfois dans le mur.
Lines est extrait du prochain EP d’Alen Tagus qui sort le 3 mars chez My Dear Recordings.
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Alen TagusAlen Tagus – Lines
The walls are painted black
The sun is stuck outside the door
The shutters are closed
no one’s around
it’s really peacefulSomehow I cannot help
to wonder why it’s kept like that
And since how long
it’s gone that badI can’t find out how to get in
or maybe get out
I’m not sure where I stand
and maybe I’m fine
I’m in between liesI pushed a little harder
the door gave up
the light streamed in
I got confused and I moved back
what should I do ?
Somehow I cannot help to wonder why
it’s kept like that
And since how long
it’s gone that badI can’t find out how to get in
or maybe get out
I’m not sure where I stand
and maybe I’m fine
I’m in between liesThe walls are painted white
the sun is stuck inside the room
The shutters are broken
it’s really peaceful
somehow I cannot help to wonder why
it’s kept like that
And since how long
I’ve been that fineI can’t find out how to get in
or maybe get out
I’m not sure where I stand
and maybe I’m fine
I’m in between lines