Indoors Outdoors
1. Out of the cradle
Lyrics : Fabien L. Labonde

Elders carrying their violins
Murmuring out of the hall
A crowd of long coats is gathering.
They are on my way
But I’d better not stop and watch
I’d better not stop and watch.

Velvet trousers wearing
Wet pavement treading
As car gas are getting cold after the rain.
Sometimes grey seems warmer
Than the other colours
Warmer than the other colours.

And the wind on the land
Who knows which kind of unknown seeds
It’s been carrying along
Before it untidied my hair

Rotting in my self made cell
Indoors ’s getting too rich to live in
Indoors won’t teach me anything.
Running in unharvested fields
- my shirt slightly dangling -
Becomes a necessity.

Silent mute and ecstatic
As a bunch dying in its vase

And the wind on the land
Who knows which fragmented boundaries
It’s been sweeping across
Before it brushed against my cheeks

 

2. Adrift
Lyrics : Fabien L. Labonde

First frightened since the vase has crashed
The two birds cheered up and sang again
Dispelled by the heat of their parade
the clouds slipped to find another land to wet

In the pinewood besides the pond
Where all the pictures were taken
I'll sit on the biggest root to absorb
the quiet recreation of this place

Await
Beyond the city lines
Where mud is the only road you may see
Afar
My harness set apart
Overflow my senses magnified
Across
They'll let me drive the plough
And dig the lands of my family
Adrift
Breaking loose from the ropes
Don't bind my boat again, never

I don't know and I can't guess
I'll work it out on myself
I progress
I know when I am set

Across
Leaving the countryside
And the edge of the woods behind me
Adrift
Even though I came back
Don't bind my boat again, never

I don't know and I can't guess
I'll work it out on myself
I progress
I know when I am set

Stick to the frame and rush for life

I don't know and I can't guess
I'll work it out on myself
I progress
I know when I am set
I don't know and I can't guess
I'll work it out on myself
I progress
I know when I am set