Outside / In the Wild / For a WHile
200 pochettes sérigraphiées. May 2006. 

Maybe Baby you May be gone
 
You lover is a junk
Who likes to hurt you when he’s drunk
He told you no to get away
Or he would kill so you stay
Your daddy left your home
He’s never seen you grown
You hate him and you tell
He’s gonna burn in hell
 Your mummy is a mummy
Which smiles are always dummy
Your sister is a blister
Your brother always bothered you

 One day one of your friends
Who’s not really your friend
And you’re not really his friend
But you talk like you were friends
Came to you to say :
“I’ve got the solution baby” For a bit more success
You’ll maybe have to suck sex
Put in mouth the cock of your boss
And get fucked
But you answered “No thanks”
 
And you joined an indie pop rock band
And you sung
“The big black clock slaps a tic toc on my back
The big black clock slacks a tic toc on my back”
But they kicked you out
‘cause, they say, “you don’t sing, you shout” 

The last time I saw you
You were whispering in the streets :
“ They find themselves polished
I wish them to be tarnished and torn
They find themselves polished
I wish them to be vanished and gone” 

And now Maybe Baby you Maybe gone
Maybe Baby you Maybe Gone..

Northward

Time goes real slow in this train
Not fast enough to dry the stain
That lies onto my heart of pain
As outside falls again the rain

Travelling miles
I'm ready for to rise
Riding for hours
I'm ready for to rise

I met a lot of silence
In the blizzards of the north
Away from man and science
Through the winds I went forth

Sleeping in the fields
Waking up near the lakes
Walking up the hills
Eating lots of snowflakes

Last Feelings

I''ve seen my head falling down
I heard my name many times
I smelled my blood coming out
I felt alone in my mind
I taste the earth underground

Knocking on the roof

Knocking on the roof and asking with my eyes
 to kiss to touch to move your arms towards my arms
Waiting for some proofs of love do an action in my direction
 sweetness passion kindness attention it should'nt be an exception

We were supposed to love another but you act like we were perfect strangers

Rather on my own than with someone who's not with me
Rather be just one than two if it becomes three
Rather on my own, yes alone, well alone but free
Rather be just one when two becomes number three

We're not on the same groove I fear it's compromised
'cause I'm not in the mood for being paralyzed
Our passion is consumed there's no more left to see
 you seem to love a guy I wish that it was me