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Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
A long way from home
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Blue hours
03:52
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At the first light of dawn,
I'm just a man of flesh and bones.
Now I've turned afraid of death
Much more than braving life alone.
And I've seen the future's augury,
It doesn't bring me no good...
Am I just a bird of misery,
Or the times we're living rude ?
At the best light of day,
I'm reaching down in disarray.
Now I've come to understand
I'm takin' life in separate ways.
And I've seen the moment dragging me
On a wheel of troubles and moans...
Is it just a blind anxiety,
Or the stick of fate has it shown ?
It takes me hours till I know I'm doing fine,
In the passage from the maze I'm left behind.
When the grim shade of dusk
It all descends, yet here I'm tough,
As I've cut my way downtown
With nothing more but faith and trust.
Well I've seen the moonlight over me,
And it never drops any hurt,
It's the universe integrity
On a world made too absurd.
It takes me hours, till I know I'm doing fine,
For the safety of the mess that will surround.
In the blue hour's calm,
I just can't find a way back home.
All the bridges I have crossed,
In daylight rush me down the hole.
When I heed tomorrow's call around,
It won't lay yesterday low.
If I'm just a soul flat on the ground,
Maybe will I stand when I go.
Would it take me years until I know I'm doing fine.
Would it take me a life until I know I was doing right.
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Love, let me hold your grace,
Now you’re out of reach.
I will never doubt again what you made for me.
I would only hide in vain your haven’s beauty.
Love, let me know your face,
When you’re all I wish.
I was grateful to your chains, but you set me free.
Now I’m back on wider lanes, I still wait for thee.
My honest hope was broken,
Your hardest blow hit someone bared.
But when your door reopens,
My eyes won’t close, arriving there.
Come, and fill the lonely place
That you once had breached.
Life won’t hurt me anymore, by your hands so dear,
When I touch a better shore, rid of any fear.
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"Read me a line of hope",
The girl said, dragging on.
I'd make a decent prey
For a lady of that charm...
And until the dawn we spoke,
But still the question was :
"All them prophets of rejection
We condemn in response,
Do they kill in pure intention ?"
No words came for the nonce.
How do we come and go,
Like we never met before ?
It's not that I should care,
She does it evermore.
But in love just like in world affairs,
You don't push men off the board...
And the promise of redemption
Will run down in a song..
What a minor consolation
For he whose luck is gone.
And I just wanted, more than her,
I just wanted true answers...
Am I just human quite enough
Not to feel alone that much ?
And still she wondered
Why the preachers of delusion
View a rosebud in a thorn...
Every man of pure intention
Is shadowed by his horns.
So, when do we get too old
For blood and civil war ?
She said "I'm past that age",
And she was half of mine...
She said "I disengage",
Then hope was out of line...
Out of line.
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Checking your soul
04:44
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After the wait, and after the flow,
You will drive in a tunnel throat,
As fast as you can. And his itching will grow.
May he blow you on a better road...
Once more you’re saved,
Once more, yet the next time
There may be too much fire to play with...
And you hope it’s worth every trouble,
As every damage.
Are you ready for the crash-test,
Ready for what is next ?
Guns are takin’ aim at your chest,
Give up your soul at its best.
And someday arrives a big tidal wave,
Comes the highest we ever braved.
You know it was a lie, when the president said :
“You’re out of danger, don’t be afraid !”
Will you escape in a left car ?
Will you take a mother and her children,
In your flight ?
That may be your soul one is checking,
You have to look right...
Are you ready for the crash-test,
Ready for what is next ?
Guns are takin’ aim at your chest,
Show up your soul at its best.
Get ready for the crash-test,
Get ready for what is next...
You would rather change by yourself,
And never change by someone else.
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To all beauty that was never sung,
Every hint of grace on a night so young.
For a winsome curve stolen from the moon,
And the subtle shapes that carried you soon.
To the unspeakable threat your smile does impress,
Any treasure of flesh your love would confess,
How the sun, from a length, may have woven your skirt,
For the smell of your neck, floating over my hurt.
To the unworkable circles you will faintly blacken,
And that taste of lipstick round the glass I’m given,
What appears in your eyes, at the break of a sweet word,
When you don’t realize how inviting you’re offered.
To the arc of your satin legs, right above the window sill,
Every ash of your cigarette, as you look upon the hills.
For the sound of your voice in a wide empty room,
And the way you rejoice at a brightening gloom.
To all flashing beauty that was never sung,
Any shade of grace on a night so young...
Be certain I feel grateful, highly more than tortured.
And ever I keep faithful to the stories I’ve captured.
To all beauty that was never sung...
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Jullian Angel Lille, France
Singer-songwriter, also poet and author, Jullian Angel has led an indie career as a pop-folk artist since 2005, released 3 LP's, and performed over 300 gigs mainly in France. Often compared to such figures as Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave, for the dark tone of his writing and singing, he's back on March 2020 with a new acoustic EP, "Like we never met before" (Equilibre Fragile). ... more
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