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The Story Of That Girl
04:21
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Honey, listen to the story of that girl
who is trying to see what life has next for her.
This story of that girl, I think it might be mine,
did I learn from the past, did I run too fast
Am I the one that I pretend to be,
trustin’ the empathy and the humanity,
Honey, teach me the humility
that I can trust people when they say they love me
Honey, life is such such a long long turn,
made of guns n’ roses, made of fuck n’ fun.
I can’t forget I’m an old punkie doll
and I forget all but rock n’ roll.
Honey Life is such such a long long run,
made of fears and doubts, made of twist and turns
And I’m scared of so so many things,
that I’m not even sure the way I have to live with
Am I the one that I pretend to be,
trustin’ the empathy and the humanity,
Honey, teach me the humility
that I can trust people when they say they love me
Give me the ticket that I join the race,
the winner ticket that I find my place
That I reach that thing I’m looking for,
me a girl of nothing but fighting for all
Am I the one that I think I should be,
trying to raise my spirit, or just trying to be
Honey, let me fly to the bright side
where people knows that love never die
Honey, Love is such such a long long turn
made of fuck and run, made of tears and learn
If I let my deep thoughts allowed to come out,
At the top of my voice, you can hear me shout
Those are dry thoughts from an old baby doll, trying to prevent from a long long fall
I know what about I’m asking for, Love for all of us more and more
Honey, honey, that I can rely on the humanity
Honey, teach me the humility That I can trust people When they say they love me..
Honey learn I the simplicity
that I can love people when the say they love me
Honey, honey…. Honey..
that I can love people when they say they love me
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2. |
Connected Queen
04:24
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Boy there is wire pluggin’ me in the ground
Boy there is a wire pluggin’ me in the underground
And boy there is a line linkin’ me up to the sea
Linkin’ me up to the cedar tree
And you know, there is a string boy,
Joinin’ me up to the Stars, Joinin’ me up to the fairy tales
Once upon a time when I used to be Cinderella
Once upon a time when I used to live in Shangri-La
I wish i could find the right time, the right place, I wish I could find
You say I’m the white queen
Riding a black horse in your golden fields
Breaking hearts and breaking the rules
Sowin needs of a brigadoon
Boy there is a wire pluggin’ me in the dusk
Boy there is a wire pluggin’ me in the underworld
And boy there is a line linking me up to the silver bells
Linking me down to the cockleshells
And you know, there is a spire pluggin’ me to those broken walls
pluggin’ me to those freaky falls
When I used to dance along the fence at night over the city lights
I wish I could find the right man, the right game, I wish i could find
You say I’m the white queen
Riding a black horse in your golden fields
Breaking hearts and breaking the rules
Sowin’ needs of honeymoons
You say I’m the white queen
Connected to your deepest thrills
Sowin’ seeds of ambiguity
Breathin’ poetry as a certainty
You say I’m the white queen
Connected to your ecstasy
Sowin’ needs of eternity
Breathin’ confidence as an evidence
boy there is a fire burning me soul and skin
boy there is a fire burning me & my pumpkin
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3. |
The Strings of My Fate
03:47
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I bled my body dry, as a bone
And I walked through the desert, naked alone
I sold my soul for a midnight dance, a game to chance
For a taste of the light of the moon
You say you want to pull the strings of my fate
I say I’m sorry, it’s too late
You say you want to pull the strings of my fate
I say I’m sorry, no regrets to replace
THose days went back from the past
Sure your branded me for life
and you come back to the fold - Just for love
Give me a smile, not a kiss, I just get by
No cry my eyes anymore, Weeks & days
You say you want to pull the strings of my fate
I say I’m sorry, it’s too late
You say you want to pull the strings of my fate
I say I’m sorry, no regrets to replace
My body is sick of being the shell of inarticulate words left unsaid
Love could be starting again, anytime
You say you want to pull the strings of my fate
I say I’m sorry, it’s too late
You say you want to pull the strings of my fate
I say I’m sorry, no regrets to replace
You say you never loved with such a grace
I say I never wanted to loose your trace
You say you only want a drink of my lips
And I watch my ghost drift off in a phantom ship
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4. |
Trying To
03:58
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Have you been around all that’s shining but t’is not gold
Have you let destiny messing around with your soul
Trying to do the right thing,
trying to do the right thing, man
I feel here & there
T’is not really the same
How long could I be
still dealing with that game
Burning me deep inside
Burning all things through my life
So much confusion,
It has never been because of you
but I confess to a liking of love.
I’ve enough clouds are piling up.
Don’t my hopes bite the dust.
Trying to do the right thing,
trying to do the right thing, man
I still have to find out what could patch things on,
how long could I be still fighting, fighting for LOVE
And I’m trying things deep Inside
Trying all those things through my life
So much confusion,
I need a little hush
just need a little hush
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You can find Sue in a blue dress
Fishnet stockings over her long legs
Floatin’ red hair, and playing chess
A white skin of silk, a ponytail, a sunny face
Sue is a bookworm setting her mind at rest
Readin’ the book of Powers, the 2 brothers’s quest
Readin’ george Orwell, as well
“1984” (nineteen eighty-four) she says, hé hé hé
And You penetrate the secrets of my days
“The Time of our singing” she says, hé hé hé
And You penetrate the secrets of my days
Obviously, Sue is not a « readymade »
Obviously, she’s out of reach of the average
She’s got Stiletto heels and long legs
A blackpearl necklace, such a fancy face
Sue loves readin’ Burgess & William Blake
And she offers books to her lovers Could they ever understand
She put her life in their hands Could they ever understand
You will catch Sue at the first look
Walking the flea market for second hand books
Sue is driving her life for chess and books
Just found Borges just found Easton Ellis, thanks Bret
And she offers books to her lovers Could they ever understand
She’s got their life in her hands Could they ever understand
And Sue slaughters all her lovers They could never understand
That she ‘s got their whole life in her hands Could they ever understand
And every day ; Sue’s lovers say
What’s hot im my days , hé hé hé “American Psycho” she says, hé hé hé
What’s hot im my days , hé hé hé “Dreamtigers” she says, hé hé hé
What’s hot im my days , hé hé hé “A clockwork orange” she says, hé hé hé
What’s hot im my days , hé hé hé “1984” (nineteen eighty-four) she says, hé hé hé
Never mind the book she says…
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6. |
Strong Inside
03:05
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No place like home
There is no place like home
And I hope it won’t take too long
To find each other
In the final chapter
Love is the question,Love is the answer
To find each other
You’ve mentionned your fears
We have to learn to live with
And never look backwards
At the garden of paradise
No place like home
There is no place like home
We’ve been friends and lovers for a long time
Have you saved a part of me
In the back of your mind
Still strong Inside
No place like home and no place like your heart
No better land to seed
Those pretty kind of words I need
Love is the question
Love is the answer To find each other In the final chapter
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7. |
Architect
03:14
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I should have been an architect
dreaming of construction, upon my deck, step by step
I should have built a house of my desire
with walls of glass and golden spire
I should have been an architect
But I’ve built my life more carelessely
Listening to the best of Chet Baker
I ‘ll make it last forever
Listening to the best of Chet Baker
I should have built a palace in the sky
and lain on a balcony of stars
making love until the day I die
on a king-sized bed of fiery meteors
I would have seen the man who’s dancing on the moon
My lover once but he lost the tune
I’ve built my life more carelessely
Listening to Chet Baker
LIstening to Chet Baker
I should have been many other things
like a church bell ringer
A jet set swinger, a flower smeller, a carol singer
But I will sing, NON je ne regrette rien
Non je ne regrette rien
Listening to the best of Chet Baker
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8. |
Sailors
04:01
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They keep speaking about all the Madness
Volcanoes gone crazy on the planet
But Madness has nothing to do
With the end of the world
Birth is a land out at sea
And we are all sailors, we are all sailors
The rock of time keeps taunting me
It’s not about clocks, timetables not about ferries
Ships on a cruise which come or don’t come
It’s time, time, time
Time as a whole,
And that is the great mistake
And we are sailing away My sailors and me
On a sea without hope
Madmen stand here at the helm
Screaming with laughter, screaming with pain
But Madness has nothing to do
With the end of the world
..
And we are sailing away My sailors and me
On the deep green sea of history
The rock of time keeps taunting me
But I keep running, I keep dreaming idle fancies
Plotting my own true stories which come or don’t come
It’s time, time, time Time as a whole,
And that is the great mistake
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9. |
Le cours de ma vie
03:42
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Sous le pont des hasards, coule la scène étrange
De mes tranches de vie qui défilent et se rangent
Selon une mise en scène où n’entrent pas les anges
Tout d’abord je cherche ce qui ressemble
À chaque pièce du jeu que malgré moi j’assemble
Mais je ne vois pas les choses dans leur ensemble
Dans un premier réflexe je réfléchis
Es-ce que çà infléchit le cours de ma vie
De choisir mon camp quand je ne sais pas quand
Ni dans quelle mesure j’ai la vue sur la vie
Moi qui croit toujours être libre de mes actes
Je constate que je marche sur un fil à la patte
Alors sur le fil du rasoir je vais m’asseoir
Je cherche l’essentiel en regardant le ciel
Mais sous la pluie des comètes où êtes-vous
Faites vous partie des loups partie des fous
Qui me gardent au bout de mon ombre
Pour éviter que je ne tombe
Dans un premier réflexe alors je me souris
Est-ce que çà infléchit le cours de ma vie
Je table sur l’instinct, je reconnais l’instant
Inimitable, indubitable
Cet instinct de survie
Est-ce que çà infléchit le cours de ma vie
Est-ce que çà infléchit le cours de ma vie
There is something to be said for giving love another chance
Another chance
Call my name again
Call my name again and again
From where you are, call my name again
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10. |
Grounds for Love
02:46
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Everyone of us sometimes learns
When things go wrong and they sometimes do
Everyone of us never can tell
how close we are and yet so far
Love is never under control
It may fly from a distant soul
a blind confidence with no defense,
that makes all the difference, that makes all the sense
Like strangers trying to tempt our fate
we just carry on without a break
Looking for something beyond the wall
a glimmer of hope and grounds for love
Life goes on for good or ill
and we are like a sail that only love can fill
Looking for what we are missing most
A glimmer of hope and grounds for love
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