Alice's unerring melodic gift, her instinct for the hook has made her one of Cezame's most successful composers. Here in a radical new departure for us all, she appears as singer,in a collection of pieces, some blatantly pop, others wistful mysterioso, subtle layering of electro-folk-poetic, but all stamped with a playful generosity which invites the listener in - immediately.
Here is this time of lonelinessIn a corner barAnd some side glanceWith the unknown,Every day,Every day in this corner barBut every day is a new dawnAnd suddendly,A sweet doubt,One time for the sweet doubt No sounds,No background noise,Just silenceAnd the shadow of the plantsNo presence,No background noise,No one,Nobody, Every day in this corner barEvery day,At the same timeThe reflection of the sun,On the tiled floor,Across the shutterAnd then,The time for the sweet doubt,No form, no color,And without subject,A cloudy spell in my mind No sounds,No background noise,Just silenceAnd the shadow of the plantsNo presence,No background noise,No one,Nobody
Je n’ai de rôle que par absence dans la coulée de la mémoire Que m’y déplaise en apparence, d’entre les formes la plus choisieSans que m’advienne que je devienneLa couturière de mon silence J’aurais vécuD’avoir étéPar temps pareil Boucles d’oreillesEt cheveux blonds
Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du cielQue je regarde à demeurerSi près de toi,Si près de moiSi près passé S’en passa quoiDe quoi jouerA double jeuDu jeu d’aimerA noir ou blanc ?Dans quelle main ?Ce sera qui ?Pour finir quoi ?Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagnerA te laisser seule sans savoirQui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ?Sans rester seuleAvec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre au jeu d’aimer Dans le miroirUn peu de sel sous les paupières Il me sera sans conséquencesQu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir de lui s’effaceL’autre écritureSans l’autre signeQue de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule Ici l’amour est sans duréeDans le hasard que j’organiseNe m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autreDans le mélange de mes journéesSi d’aventure j’ouvre la porteSur l’autre absence de mon partage
I’m gonna beA fixed point in the daylightA fuzzy tree in a big and green areaA misunderstanding in the eyes of the curiousA white street in the brightnessA vehement garden, a squall and silenceA blank page about the meaning An opened sky to the speechless desiresI’m gonna beOlderFinally To smile to whom i wantI’m gonna beOlderFinally 3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boatsAnd the light in the morningAnd the humidity of the meetingAnd a vague feeling aboutThe reason of a so long journeyTo smile to whom i want
How could I find the hollow through the water?How to find the path?Walking on through the buried flowerAnd the grass ?We can’t see the ground. How to see, to cross the stream ?The border disappearHow to see the river in the liquid blur ?All the features are erased. Let’s through there some paperboatTo mark out the wayLet’s mark contour in our reportWith always opened eyesWe can’t see the ground. Let’s walk in this desert of dropsTo mark out the wayLet us create our own view and test sunglowAll the line are released
Was there a boy, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight Was there a girl, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight Wandering boy, or girl, or boy and girlAnyway
not there and not hidden,Foxtake your responsibilitiesI can see youI do, scatter youIt is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t thinkAnd cover your mouth, but show your eyesI have to see where your’ looking atGo on TV the boredom is there to listen to youHow many we have lost, won, received share, to takeShow you on the webHow many evictions this year ? How many flights ? How many expulsion today ?How many expulsions this year?
White, salt, pearle fallFall on the ground,And disapear The day goes, slow downWhere do we go from here ? Hold me and tell me,Why on the ground, and here ? All your fingers inside,As time goes byAs a little wave on my backThe reasons change as clouds Pass all the day so slowly, Hold me and tell me why i go away and far And when the wind gets up, i’m never sure,To walk, on the good side.
