Clip officiel 'Je Ne Le Savais Pas' pour l'album 'The Cat. Not Me' de Marianne Dissard. <br /> <br />Music Video for track 'Je Ne Le Savais Pas' from Marianne Dissard's Album 'The Cat. Not Me' (2014). <br /> <br />Music composed by Sergio Mendoza, lyrics by Marianne Dissard. <br /> <br />Musicians : Sergio Mendoza, Thøger Lund, Marco Rosano, Gabriel Sullivan, Jon Villa... <br /> <br />Recorded in Tucson, AZ at WaterWorks. Mixed at Hideaway in Minneapolis. Mastered at LOUD. <br /> <br />Vinyl available from Vacilando 68 release on http://www.mariannedissard.bandcamp.com <br /> <br />Video editing by Marianne Dissard from four old movies. <br /> <br />http://www.mariannedissard.com <br /> <br /> <br />LYRICS (FR/ENG) <br /> <br />Moussaillon, matelot ! <br />Sous-payol, sous-payot ! <br />Moussaillon, matelot ! <br />Sous-payol, matelot ! <br /> <br />Les longs doigts de la gueuse <br />me rentrent dans la gorge. <br />Les vagues fouettent, claquent, <br />se brisent sur le pont. <br />Encordée au grand-mât, <br />je tangue grise, cinglée de sel. <br />Les algues agrippent et creusent, <br />boursouflent ma carcasse. <br />Hermite dans ma coque, <br />en mal emmaillotée, <br />je n'avance pas. <br />Je n'avance pas. <br /> <br />Les mots suintent de mes lèvres, <br />y tournent dix fois, cent fois. <br />Leur écho perce mort-né <br />avant que de n'éclore. <br />Tu ne m'entendras pas. <br />C'est ainsi. Interdit. <br />Je ne tends pas les bras. <br />Je n'ouvre pas les jambes. <br />Je ne me débats pas. <br />Je ne respire pas. <br />Je ne dis rien. <br />Je ne dis rien. <br />Je ne vis pas. <br />Je ne vis pas. <br /> <br />Le coeur mateloté, <br />l'ennui me tient fortune. <br />Les élements déchaînent <br />à peine ma lumière. <br />Je ne vis pas. <br />Je ne vis pas. <br />Je ne le savais pas. <br />Je ne le savais pas. <br /> <br /> <br />JE NE LE SAVAIS PAS (eng) <br /> <br /> <br />Seaboy, sailor! <br />Lifers' scribe! Underling! <br />Seaboy, sailor! <br />Lifers' scribe! Underling! <br /> <br />The long fingers of death <br />force through my throat. <br />Waves slash, slam, <br />crash upon the ship deck. <br />Ropped to the main mast, <br />I sway grey, whipped by salt. <br />Seaweeds grip and hollow-out <br />my bloated carcass. <br />Hermit in my shell, <br />badly wrapped up, <br />I am not moving forward. <br />I am not moving forward. <br /> <br />The words seep out of my mouth, <br />having turned there ten times, a hundred. <br />Their echo has died out, still-born <br />before having bloomed. <br />You will not hear me. <br />That's how it is. Forbidden. <br />I do not hold out my arms. <br />I do not open my legs. <br />I do not struggle. <br />I do not breathe. <br />I say nothing. <br />I say nothing. <br />I am not living. <br />I am not living. <br /> <br />Heart sailed-out, <br />boredom stands me fortune. <br />The elements unleash <br />barely my light. <br />I am not living <br />I am not living. <br />I didn't know it. <br />I didn't know it.
