{"id":406,"date":"2013-01-09T00:38:45","date_gmt":"2013-01-08T23:38:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/old\/?p=406"},"modified":"2016-04-07T22:55:58","modified_gmt":"2016-04-07T21:55:58","slug":"lyrics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/blog\/2013\/01\/09\/lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"

aux arbres etc<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

pr\u00e8s d\u2019un arbre en barbe de juge
\nj\u2019attends que les printemps paraissent
\ncomme paraissent les promesses
\nla saison a vu d\u00e9filer le chien
\nparti donner chez l\u2019indien
\nm\u00e9moires de caniveau
\nles gouttes d\u2019hier sont sur ta peau<\/p>\n

une pluie fine sur le champs \u00e0 nouveau nu
\nremonte les boues
\non me recommande de r\u00eaver
\nje recommence \u00e0 r\u00eaver
\nje trouve toujours sous une tuile
\nun nid d\u2019abeilles un reste d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9
\npuis septembre aux arr\u00eats
\naux arbres, aux arbres etc<\/p>\n

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L’\u00e9lasticit\u00e9<\/strong><\/span>
\nd\u00e9sir fourre-tout \/ on y glisse ce qu\u2019on veut \/ et des corps sages \/ sur le cul \/ tombent les c\u0153urs<\/p>\n

princesse Adjani \/djihad au triangle \/ au rythme de deux \/ elle se demande \/comment qu\u2019on appelle l\u2019amour \/quand on veut biaiser \/ sans se blesser<\/p>\n

juste un d\u00e9sir \/ pour des d\u00e9serts \u00e9tir\u00e9s \/\u00e9tendue de sabliers \/ suffirait de s\u2019allonger \/ et tout irait \/ suffirait d\u2019oublier \/ jusqu\u2019aux dunes de miel<\/p>\n

juste un baiser \/ pour des geysers \u00e9th\u00e9r\u00e9s \/ et tendu de fabliers \/ suffirait de s\u2019allonger \/ et tout tirer \/ suif y ferait tout plier \/ jusqu\u2019aux lunes de fie<\/p>\n

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les vieilles pierres<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

j\u2019aime plus les vieilles pierres \/ \u00e7a coule au c\u0153ur \/ \u00e7a le rend lourd \/ comme celui des propri\u00e9taires \/ fiers \u00e0 bras et cr\u00e8ve-c\u0153ur\u00a0 \/ \u00e0 qui \u00e7a sert<\/p>\n

\u00e7a dit toujours \/ et au final \u00e7a rend rien<\/p>\n

j\u2019aime plus les cimeti\u00e8res \/ c\u2019est plein de hurleurs \/ de paradis d\u2019enfers et de tours \/ comme ces \u00e9chafaudages de lumi\u00e8re \/ qu\u2019on nous tient pour nouveau myst\u00e8re \/ vieilles histoires de querelleurs \/ \u00e0 qui \u00e7a sert<\/p>\n

\u00e7a rameute alentour \/ et au final \u00e7a prend tout<\/p>\n

j\u2019aime plus les sorci\u00e8res \/ \u00e7a a plus d\u2019odeur \/ \u00e7a sonne sourd \/ comme si c\u2019\u00e9tait pri\u00e8re \/ \u00e9jaculer dans la blondeur \/ quand les trains s\u2019en vont au petit four \/ qui \u00e7a asservit<\/p>\n

\u00e7a se dit l\u2019amour \/ et au final \u00e7a rend chagrin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

aux arbres etc pr\u00e8s d\u2019un arbre en barbe de juge j\u2019attends que les printemps paraissent comme paraissent les promesses la saison a vu d\u00e9filer le chien parti donner chez l\u2019indien m\u00e9moires de caniveau les gouttes d\u2019hier sont sur ta peau une pluie fine sur le champs \u00e0 nouveau nu remonte… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":564,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[49],"tags":[135,161,160],"class_list":["post-406","post","type-post","status-publish","format-image","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-halterophilie-poetique","tag-chansons","tag-lyrics","tag-texte-chanson","post_format-post-format-image"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/les-vieilles-pierres.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6p8HA-lyrics","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/406","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=406"}],"version-history":[{"count":21,"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/406\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":410,"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/406\/revisions\/410"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/564"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=406"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=406"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zabbalin.com\/le-cirque-des-mots\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=406"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}