Still in the Sphere

(Words: Laurent Bessault / Music: Ludovic Loez) how long have I been stuck in the armchair staring at the TV screen Without perceiving the pictures it was conveying It's now swarming with countless white particles The static is crumpling my brain...I feel tired I vainly press the buttons on the remote control... I need to breath again Taking my jacket, I make the coat-rack rock I leave the house and walk into the rain The sky is heavy on my shoulders... the streets are desolate The tar absorbs my soul...I feel alone I perceive a man a his dog In the twinkling of an eye the animal takes on his master's appearance...a frosty fluid tears my veins... The collar round his neck, he looks sadly at his lead I had expected the nightclub's atmosphere to clear my mind The luminous traces creeping along the walls claw my eyes I realize laughing people were looking at me I realize crying people were looking at me I realize they were looking at my body to empty its tears...But am I weeping ? not a living soul, just the creeping traces now Nothing left to do! I leave the place! the sky seems to move off to let me catch my breath The wet road seems to guide my steps I am back... the house was waiting for...the door is open My jacket is still on my hand, I'm soaked I enter the room...the coat-rack falls The TV screen looks always the same...I'm tired I take the remote control...I'm alone I pull the trigger...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

(Words: Laurent Bessault / Music: Fabrice & Ludovic Loez) I turn piercing the misty transparency of the water, in which I repose, these tears rip apart the silence. Feeble, I cannot reach it. Giving birth again, and for always, to the same concentric wrinkles that menace then disappear. These tears fall, paralyzed, I cannot stop the flow

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

(Words: Fabrice Loez / Music: Ludovic Loez) Mother loves daylight, however, today, in this gloomy church, she's not complaining. Usually she complains about it all the time. The priest speaks lowly. Mother, who is hard of hearing, again, says nothing. Everybody is watching her. She hates that but, today it doesn't bother her. Mother is dead. Me, I'm near to her, I speak to her. She can hear me, I knowit, I feel it. She's close to me. It doesn't trouble me. I can see her the other night, sitting by the fire. She's old. Suddenly, a noise outside. I knew what it was. She didn't hear it. She let me get up to see... a man before me. He cast me a cynical smile while pretending to hit my mother. I cannot move. I know this man. I turn my head. My mother is there. We continue to talk. "What were we talking about"? There are lots of people in church today, for you mother. Everyone so sad. "What you are not? Who is speaking to me? Who is there? Is it you mother?" While I stroll around the garden, Mother makes our tea. It is dark. Dizziness - fall - earth - rain. Later an armchair, "Mother, where's my tea?" I'm soaked. I go into the kitchen. Mother is on the floor, her head smashed in. I knew. I'm not sad. In the mirror, the man smiles back at me. The same way as the night before. In my mind, I see the scene again. It was I who killed her. In the garden, I knew that she was lost. I didn't want to hurt her. Not I, yes I, it is I. I understand. I - church - death - straitjacket - asylum? Me - madness - murder - mother? It was so cold last night. Sorry mother.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

(Words & music: Ludovic Loez) Still trapped in the sphere which follows another one. Suddenly the sphere before me stops and disappears, all becomes black around me. I know my own sphere has disappeared too. Travelling through a dark place, I can only see a small light before me! I'm afraid, I'm aspirated by the light. I take a look behind. No sphere, no cube, nothing, nothing. Aspirated by the light. Aspirated by the light. Aspirated by the light. Aspirated by the light. Light...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

(Words & music: Roland Orzabal / Ian Stanley) Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on In violent times, you shouldn't have to sell your soul In black and white, they really really ought to know Those one track minds that took you for a working boy Kiss them goodbye, you shouldn't have to jump for joy Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on They gave you life, and in return you gave them hell As cold as ice, I hope we live to tell the tale I hope we live to tell the tale Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on And when you've taken down your guard If I could change your mind, I'd really love to break your heart I'd really love to break your heart Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without Come on, I'm talking to you, come on

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 11, 2025