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Garden of Olives

by Gwenaël Milot

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1.
My love, my soul With time everything goes The sun shuts down No more thoughts in the brain No more pain, no more shame In the wind we are cold My love, my soul With time everything goes The moon will fade away And we feel lonely, we feel pale No more tears, no more fears In the wind we fly away My love, my soul With time everything goes Our memories, the way we feel No need to say anything real And we feel frozen, we feel cheated With time.. With time.. With time.. My love, my soul.. My love, my soul.. My love, my soul.. My love, my soul With time everything goes The sun shuts down No more thoughts in the brain No more pain, no more shame In the wind we are cold My love, my soul The moon will fade away No more tears, no more fears My love, my soul With time everything goes Our memories, the way we feel No need to say anything real
2.
Gasping 04:50
Charging to a greatest extent to unravel a fist As it swells into the tide, but never tasting the core Still these arteries who carry hearts in a grave Scorching the values, blistering the glaive No doubt you will lead me to death, I wish for you to be gasping, gasping Since darkness is a bitter light, I hope my lullaby will leave you gasping, gasping You apprehend the world of the dead and senselessly we are gasping, we are gasping And your final wisdom let it come, we await fiercely gasping, gasping Agile in the bluntness of a timeless bruise Evading a riot and mastering a ruse The ability to rise, pinching the lint Accepting the limit of the light that you emit No doubt you will lead me to death, I wish for you to be gasping, gasping Since darkness is a bitter light, I hope my lullaby will leave you gasping, gasping You apprehend the world of the dead and senselessly we are gasping, we are gasping And your final wisdom let it come, we await fiercely gasping, gasping
3.
The Trampess 04:11
She was looking for the stars Yet there was a millennium Yet there was a paradise She that did not see hope no more Even walking among the graves She makes pearls falling from the skies She won't, she won't leave you She will be right there for you She who had lost the war Yet before her eyes we fall We could remake the world She who has all but love To give in prayers Against the violence of the world She won't, she won't leave you She will be right there for you She won't, she won't leave you She will be right there for you She who lives among the dreams She who would cast you charms and spells She would make love come true To every bit of your soul You will see her eyes that glows Because she won't, she won't leave you She will be right there for you No she won't, she won't leave you She will be right there for you
4.
Have I lost my head, my heart is not even felt Have I been given a curse, I love you to death I would become the windfall, to the output of the rain The remedy of the flame that will bring you insane Yet you float happiness, am I the only witness To each beat of my heart, to each bit of my soul But I do not see life no more, I become insecure I do not see the shores, here is my semaphore And if love was a dream, isn't love a bit supreme Since the day never wakes, since my heart constantly aches It might be out of tune, like it snows in the middle of June But I love you to death, this is my final breath It’s not meant to understand, I would have proposed your hand Even if it oversteps, we can only accept I'd write you the best of poetry, sing with love in harmony I'd ignite love in a flash, just only for your smile You invaded me with joy, an army that you deploy To each beat of my heart, to each bit of my soul But I do not see life no more, I become insecure I do not see the shores, here is my semaphore As if the ocean of love, became the swamp of the sorrows As if a beautiful dove became a feast among the crows Have I been thrown at sea, I love you, you see Have I been given a curse, I love you to death, this is my final breath I would become the windfall, to the output of the rain The remedy of the flame that will bring you insane Conquered my heart, each bit of my soul How can I say, when all is dark When you’re not here
5.
White Angel 04:45
White Angel Sing me a tune, sing me a tune Don't sing me a song, don’t sing me a song Sing me a melody That will catch you a cold And I was told I was told You got to reach up the stars Reach up the stars Yes you got to reach up the stars Reach up the stars, reach up the stars With your arms White Angel, White Angel I cannot sing in tune, I cannot sing in tune So can you sing along? Can you sing along? Or take me to the sea, to the sea To the sea oh take me, to the sea And I was told, oh I was told And I was told, to reach up the stars Reach up the stars Oh you got to reach up the stars With your arms, with your arms White Angel, White Angel Send me to the moon But not for long Not for long Melody A melody That will catch you a cold What was I was told? The stars.......
6.
In the arms of Marianne, there is a tender dove It is riches and sparkles, that evokes flames In the arms of Marianne, it is thunder that falls Like a giant comet, that elevates to the skies In the eyes of Marianne, I see the glow of the stars And tears that falls, to fill the Holy Grail In the eyes of Marianne, there I see wonderland It is the gaze of the sun that hatches the Garden of Eden On the fringe of Marianne, thinning with style And shines with elegance, the reflection of the moon She arises on her pedestal, frilled with a tiara It is the trident of Neptune, that would make your sorrows drown On the lips of Marianne, I see the smile of the Mona Lisa Which makes the world go round, which makes the flames dance It is true that I like, to write her love poems When she sends me all of her love, to my ears and eyes she is beautiful In the arms of Marianne, it is there that I shall fall And like a shooting star, I shall strand on the waves Of the shores of Marianne.
7.
To dream of an absurd idea, to be frigid with a whisk and frozen with a risk And to endure the sorrows of lightheartedness, it’s a deficit for the poor, but no remedy for a cure To bleed from a likely madness, netted with the flow of the stream, deceased in duskiness it seems To walk to the road, not one ever took, it’s a crime for the supremacy, replete of immorality Swim, float, my little soul, masticate in your empty bowl The smirk of the clam, won't make you a man So dive to the bottom to follow an earthworm Causing the waterfront, to be amused with a hunt. To fall and to injure yourself, crippled in the cold, duped with gold And to venture, with imperfection and weakness, as we let our small desires, deluded to the liars. Swim, float, my little soul, masticate in your empty bowl The smirk of the clam, won't make you a man So dive to the bottom to follow an earthworm Causing the waterfront, to be amused with a hunt. Fly, elevate, my little soul, let your heart hang In the city of angels, to brighten up the pessimistic To radiant a soul, for the dysphoric, And inflame the inflammable, attach the in-attachable, To move the unreachable, and grasp the insurmountable Blistering the glaive, it’s my headless crusade.

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released December 11, 2015

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Genre : Folk / Rock

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