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The Broken Bridges

by The Keys

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1.
i was digging for beauty in this mountain of mud i was searching for water in this puddle of blood i flew with the birds and i came back with words i also tried to produce and create (that’s right) even with your despise and hate i’ve been so broken but i grew back again i used to be a cloud but now i am the rain i know i’m the fork among the spoons i like to eat pork while you eat your shrooms it’s like i’m the New York in Saskatoon i am the nightmare in your bedrooms now that i know that trees can grow on ruins i was digging for beauty in this mountain of mud i’m just building this boat before the flood now that i know that trees can grow on ruins i am the stranger in the saloon i am the bee on your balloon now i can be your plush toy raccoon i’ll be back soon
2.
leaves aren’t falling from the trees trees are falling from the earth cities drowned by seven seas seems like our Mother needs another birth but i am singing in this choir ? am i burning in this fire ? together is not a word that makes me reassured i fly over the traffic jams and don’t wait for my turn i should feel concerned about all these things and hold on to this collective string it should make me feel so strong much more than writing songs but i feel so lost in this list am i even a finger in this fist ? you say i should stay with the others but any group always bothers me if you threaten me with a plastic run be sure that i will run there are enough bullets on my belt and i don’t need your help i know i can do without never suffer from self-doubt but i’m a tree in this forest ? is society the best ? people say that “we’re just one” but there’s no such contract that i signed
3.
the eyes of a truck woke me up bad and i saw that your face was sad and i asked you “are you mad, where are you taking me, lad ?” you were driving through Wyoming wanting only to be leaving “your house, car, wife, your whole fuckin’ life” you said, turning the head towards me and i said “sorry, please stop here, there’s a gas station coming near, we can have a cup of coffee, you’re my friend and i’ll be ready to hear about your troubles, but don’t do crazy, don’t do horrible things, don’t do terrible things” you stopped the car and pushed me out and gave a shout and now you’re far, gone when you’re down, you know the pain is buried in your heart and it pulls your mind apart and now, you grow slower than a flower you suffer from a lack of power (you stumble from the top of the tower you think you can’t feel any lower one day seems to last like an hour just tired of feeling this sour) rolling on the ground you kept asking for the sun to be around with the sound of love
4.
blue birds in the spring children on swings spreading small wings giving hugs to trees watching bugs crawling on their knees the wind is blowing trough your brain there’s so much to remember it’s like an invisible chain this body’s gone but your mind still lingers on circling stars with tiny fingers you used to jump wooden fences sit on tree stumps and taste first kisses you travelled without moving you dreamt without sleeping but now you move without travelling and sleep without dreaming and sleep without dreaming and sleep without dreaming red birds in the spring children on swings spreading small wings speaking to the wind swimming in streams sleeping on a green bed
5.
he has a passion for destroying what we likes what he loves what he cares about what he wins failure is his favourite theme he’s bored with neutrality but happy in extreme his brown eyes used to glow he’s let the distance grow between the darkness and the light he prevents himself from feeling alright if it’s too close, then he wants to leave according to his mind, a dream is something that you can’t achieve if it’s too easy, then he’s gonna quit he’s never too lazy to find the exit if it’s too warm, then he wants to freeze he smiles under the storm but hates the cool summer breeze his brown eyes used to glow he lets the distance grow between the morning and the night he prevents himself for feeling alright when he smiles, he thinks he likes to weep a good mood is something he just can’t keep he burns every comfortable couch he wants to fall and crawl, he wants to sink and suffer he wants to crouch, he wants to crouch
6.
she never talks about her feelings and desires she never says what she wants to discover she never thought she had a gift or a power but she dances like a crazy flower who’s gonna save this girl who’s gona make her fine ? who’s gonna steal this pearl so she can walk the line she’s working for a jerk who wants to be called “mister” she’s complaining about the weight of the hours she’s always sleeping with the same rock’n roll it’s hard to live with someone who’s never sober she’s never tried to get away from this city from this stinky sticky bottle of whisky it’s been a while since she talked to her mother “she’s a bitch, i wish to never see her again” and i can tell you it’s gonna last forever if no one takes her to a place a bit better where there’s beauty, music, sunlight and fever alright
7.
i’d like to lift my glass to the big boredom of the youth there’s too much cement on your grass there should not be lies in your truth there should be bloodstains on your tooth there’s only perfume on your boobs there should be mud on your boots there’s only dust on your suits there’s a disease on your root and a needle in your foot now your eyes droop you can’t jump through the hoops you have been duped and you sink in your own soup there’s whisky in your glass and wrinkles on your ass a cigar in your mouth and a tv in your house
8.
my girlfriend used to talk me ‘bout seeking gold where the sun is red and the wind is cold my girlfriend used to say “it’s not the place for growing old, your flat and you car should already been sold” my girlfriend used to sing me some rock’n roll moving, dancing all over without the fear to fall my girlfriend used to say “don’t you hear the call of nature, adventure, you should leave this all” my girlfriend used to say : “i’ll be your guide by your side, be kind baby and change your mind she never understood why i did’nt find good i like to be home happy, safe and warm i never learned to sing and i alway preferred spring to winter and now i miss her i miss adventure my “miss adventure”
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you said it was my turn to suffer and to burn actually it’s worse I said you were the first who deserved to be burst i wonder if you’re able to put flowers on the table but you’re never kind and available if i look sad or feeble whoo hoo be quiet nasty things are easily thought but nice things are hard to say yesterday you just fought but I wanted to play you can shout at who you hate you can throw glasses and plates but you can’t whisper in my ear oh I love you my dear (alright, here we go again) i reject this opportunity for my emotional security it’s better to hide what i feel than be sincere or real you’re someone i can’t trust our love’s begun to rust why would i give this gift ? i’d only start a rift i’ll do it with remorse i’ll ask for a divorce let’s get divorced footsteps on the stairs
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thick smoke in the valley plains painted grey lost in the smog i came out of this blind alley and found my way out of the fog i came out from under the covers the end is over now i can start i know that the end now is over now i can start to cure my old heart i’m tired of wars covered with scars i need something new i put away all my bombs and cleaned up my tombs and come closer to you bridges, they used to be broken now bright suns will rise on restored landscapes born again, peaceful and wise my hands and eyes will start to shape me again shadows are leaving the meadows this palm tree grows out of the stone i blow the ashes and go now that i know i can be alone no more ruins in dust i’ll never rust but surely die life soon will be fine bliss will be mine i just need time time
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linking all the feelings and the people and the things it’s a stream you cannot cross it’s a dream a pain a loss it’s a place you cannot reach its a face a bird a peach it’s too late or it’s too far it’s the way my feelings are it’s normal or it is strange it’s the way your thoughts have changed you get a sad view from this ridge you stand on a broken bridge

about

This album was recorded in Montréal, in an apartment with wooden floors, on which Ludwig, the sound engineer’s son, loved to run when coming back from Parc Jarry, cheeks all pinked up by the cold.

We raised the bed on the wall so we could unroll the drum carpet, I would sit on the family couch to record my soft songs and drank too much tea. It was a pleasure to invite musicians I had met there to sing and play with me, and discover the pleasure of recording mainly live and avoid « overdubs » to the max.

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released May 1, 2007

All songs written, composed and produced by Boris Paillard

Boris Paillard ★ lead vocals, classical guitar, electric guitar, percussions
Martin Landry ★ drums
Charlotte Cornfield ★ backing vocals
Valérie Khayat ★ backing vocals
Chloé Sondervorst ★ backing vocals
Fabrice Bihain ★ flute, percussions
Emmanuel Dumoulin ★ piano
Johann Burkhardt ★ electric bass
Renaud Delebassée ★ piano

Recording, mixing, mastering ★Johann Burkhardt
Drawings/cover design ★ Claire Pawlowski
Silk screen printing on CD ★ Nicomix

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Born and raised in several France locations, Boris Paillard a.k.a The Keys has found a new home on stage, winning audiences across Europe and America with raw talent and ample doses of charm.

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