dEUS - Hidden Wounds

(What’s that sound)
The woman looked like a large rag doll smashed to pieces. The incident that affected him most profoundly occurred while he was leading a mobile patrol. It was 1972.

(What’s that sound)

A massive explosion a hundred yards in front of Johnson’s vehicle brought the patrol to a halt. A bomb had been detonated in an underground toilet.

(What’s that sound)

Johnson saw people scattering through swirling clouds of thick black smoke. Within minutes he had cordoned off the area and mounted guards to provide cover against snipers just in case it was a set-up.

(What’s that sound)

Raised voices caught his attention. A man was screaming at a policeman and pointing at the toilet. He was shouting, ‘My wife’s in there!’ Johnson raced towards the man.

Redemption isn’t coming soon
I’m stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me

(What’s that sound)

I’m drinking just to dull the pain
Images won’t go away
They count the dead
Now why don’t they just count me

(What’s that sound)

I was about to give the order when one of my men found a woman’s shoe. Then I found her. She looked like a large rag doll smashed to pieces.

(What’s that sound)

All that was left of her clothing was a piece of rag around her neck; other parts of her had just been blown off. Even her toes were missing. I covered her with my combat jacket and carried her out to an ambulance.

On the first day of the year
You had a grip on all the fears
You were a diamond

But then gradually I’m told
They got a hold of your soul
Your bones are crying

Only wants all the world to stop and let ’em know
What you’re going through
And no one understand the pain
They thought you were just playing games
It breaks my heart today
Just to hear you say

Redemption isn’t coming soon
I’m stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me

(What’s that sound)

I’m drinking just to dull the pain
Images won’t go away
They count the dead
Now why don’t they just count me

(What’s that sound)

And I see the days go by
But I’m just feeling numb
There’s no one here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry
They think I’ve gone insane
These hidden wounds will stay open

I was taught to love and not to hate
As violence becomes my fate,
I’m like a bomb, might detonate
It scares me

(What’s that sound)

I’m longing for another spring
A little love, a natural thing
Someone to hold, just anything
That’s scare free

And I see the days go by
But I’m just feeling numb
There’s no one here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry
They think I’ve gone insane
These hidden wounds will stay open

dEUS - Quatre Mains

Entre-temps on se lance dans la gloire
Miami de lumière, dépourvue de bruit
Ça me choque chaque fois comment on accepte le statu quo
Le fauteuil qui nous regarde sans soul
Comme un mouton qui bâille et nous accueille dans son univers zen

Je me poursuis moi-même
Mes propres coutumes ayant ennuyé le diable Et la vitesse d’une pensée glauque s’installe dans ta motricité Je te regarde
Tu attends

J’aurais bien voulu être le mec
Qui observe sans gêne ce théâtre
Mais des siècles d’impatience me poussent vers l’aube

Toujours le même commencement
Le circuit électrique qu’on n’oublie guère de déclencher
Quand on se lance dedans
Le cœur nu

Et ça épate
Mais je ne te chercherai pas
Quand ça éclate

C’est presque le contraire de nulle part
Et pourtant
C’est l’équivalent de rien

Des conséquences inédites se mêlent avec des clichés
Y a une distance à rêver entre la peau
Et l’éternité
Un mélanome tatoué
Qu’est-ce que tu penses?

Étrange vie
Coincée entre la guerre et la paix
Des idées reçues qui sonnent mieux en stéréo
Et la cascade qui coule en horizontal derrière ton dos fatal
La discrétion natale
Comme un fait bancal

Et le cœur qui bat
Comme un quatre-mains
On joue le refrain
Ya pas d’embarras
Tu n’m’en voudras pas
Et c’est quoi là-bas
C’est le quatre-mains
Qui se jouent en vain
Entre toi et moi
C’est le cœur qui bat

C’est comme le jazz bien répété
Plein d’impulses
Et libéré de codes
Je te regarde
Tu attends

Le rythme des réflexes
Contre -temps

Et le cœur qui bat
Comme un quatre-mains
On joue le refrain
Ya pas d’embarras
Tu n’m’en voudras pas
Et c’est quoi là-bas
C’est les quatre-mains
Qui se jouent en vain
Entre toi et moi
C’est le cœur qui bat

L’ancienneté des sentiments?
On s’en fout quand on les réinvente à chaque reprise
Comme une batterie inépuisable
À la fois écologique et sordide
C’est le recyclage d’amour
Bref et intense
Je te regarde
Qu’est-ce que tu attends?

…
Ok Go

dEUS - Nothings

The beam out of my eye
Satellites round your lips
Blood keeps us
from going down

Carpet-bombing nothings
Tv on your skin
The mind leaves open
The heart fills in

Lie about me
and smuggle me in
Stop for a minute
Geography in linen
Dreams of marble
a way out

dEUS - One Thing About Waves

Waves
You know we kind of waves
We rolling on the time
Like a tear in your eye

One thing about waves
And have the mood can change
Like a wind on fire
We’ve been here for so long

And we counts for you and I
From the ripple to the sky
With the very first stage we coming
The very first stage in the life
Circle of waves
You know we comes in waves
As we need the days
As we move through the night

Wind and water
Gliding water
You are the limit of yourself
You are the sickness and the hell

And we counts for you and I
From the ripple to the sky
For you the very first stage we coming
The very first stage in the life
Circle of waves

Wind and water
Gliding water
You are the undertow of love
You are the hatred and the love

And we counts for you and I
From the ripple to the sky
For you the very first stage we coming
The very first stage in the life
Circle of waves

Wind and water
Gliding water
You are the limit of yourself
You are the sickness and the hell

You feel within the undertow
I think it never start of flow
I guess it’s just the way we go
Some making them
Some breaking them

Waves
You know we kind of waves
We rolling on the time
Like a tear in your eye

We’ve been here for so long