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A Fine Drama
03:31
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This is a story of men, a story of remains.
You heard it before with many names,
you heard it before so many times.
TV and radio are dead for so long now.
Weeks, months, years, who can even tell.
Cities withstand, walls are relentless,
decay is the new king, dust overruns.
But enough with this rant, you all know too well.
Let’s hear about the stars of this little play.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
please welcome the DollMaker Tales’ cast.
Now, please enjoy this fine drama.
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Children Army
05:21
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I gave up with naming all of you a long time ago, you just rejoin the herd, with all my love.
And now we are a family of mannequins, dolls,
toys and junk… and someday you’ll have to take care of me, as you are my children, as you owe me,
and I own you.
Putting arms and limbs together,
breaking elements apart.
As you all are my children, you are my design.
This empty tower will be my grave, you’ll have
to see it all. This empty tower will be our grave,
someday for sure.
This silent tower will serve as a museum,
until the very end, until the end of time,
until the end of days, the age of toys.
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Enjoy the View
04:40
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What a fantastic view.
Empty towers can be so cruel.
Seclusion is not for everyone.
But what an amazing view.
This is where I live, all by myself.
Not so long ago it was crowded with angry souls, funny animals and noises.
This tower is an extension of myself.
This is a part of me.
I spend most of my spare time enjoying the view.
Of course I see him, the building across the street, I’m watching him.
We are neighbours, somehow.
We have never met, I’m not sure he’s aware of me.
He’s spending all his days with dolls.
Fixing them, talking to them, and making some insane mess, this is quite a display.
The show of a chaotic mind,
maintaining some kind of social lie.
Let’s not be mean. Let’s enjoy the view.
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Everyday Dolls
04:38
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We walk, we lie, we steal, we laugh…
We hide in plain sight, it’s such an easy task,
and we never die. There are always some spare parts, always some junk to add, always a way
to stabilise our bones, our heads, our dresses.
He thinks we lack life, we are passive,
and nice, and all this crap.
And somehow it’s true, but in the dark,
we walk, we lie, we laugh, we scream.
In the shades, we fight, we brawl, we dance.
There’s no ambition here, we don’t like schemes,
we don’t like directions.
We just want to be, and walk, and crumble,
and have fun, and cry.
Our world is dry, the world is dry.
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Deserted Apartments
02:58
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Ghost Museum
04:39
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This is supposed to be
some kind of foundation,
this wreckage calls itself a museum.
You’ll have to see.
A creepy display,
assorted pieces of garbage.
What a disaster.
But maybe it’s not the point.
It claims to have a special value,
a historical message for the new generations.
But what does that mean, I wonder?
It claims to be the former house
of a glorious doll maker. A glorious ghost.
Some people say it’s true,
some other say he was just a junkie,
pretending a life, after the fall.
What do we make with that.
What are we supposed to do?
Or even care?
I’ll never come back here.
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Frozen Towers
05:33
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The sun is still here, alive as usual,
forging shadows for our gigantic towers.
Vacant towers, made from deserted souls,
from a distant story.
We live in there, privately, keeping our secrets.
As the day progresses, towers’ shadows are moving, like a sundial, over our dead cities.
Vacant towers, made from deserted souls,
from a distant story.
Nothing else is moving, as far as we know.
It’s safer in here, we are still alive.
The towers’ moving shadows,
a daylight event, a delight of peace,
while we wait for the cold, for the night.
We wait for the night. We wait for tomorrow.
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Soul Slices
04:17
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We all watch from afar, trying to figure out,
to see through the mist, over the walls.
Who’s really there, where do we stand.
Because we are never far from confusion.
Never far from delusion.
Am I really a junkie, or a silent king?
Is the world really broken beyond repairs?
This is so demanding. I was never good at that.
If you find something, please let me know.
Please let us see, before pitch black.
I’m talking to myself,
I’m talking to my ghosts,
in my own private tower,
when I should be laughing.
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Rooftop Addict
04:19
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Of course we cannot fly.
Still we can stare at the sky.
There is pretty much nothing else to do at night.
My dolls can wait. Off with the work now.
When the night comes,
it’s time for my break at the rooftop.
This is my time.
Drinking like crazy, blackout and stars.
It’s a nice change of pace, from an everlasting life.
But somehow I wonder, about my reality.
About the dolls, about what I do.
It may seems crazy, drinking alone out there.
I cannot tell, I cannot see,
with all this junk in my veins.
All the crap in my veins, all the booze I can take.
…
Today will be another day,
another one, maybe a change.
But for now let me enjoy my self.
Let me forget once again.
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10. |
Endless
05:03
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Raoul Sinier Paris, France
Raoul Sinier is without doubt a unique artist.
He juggles music, illustration and animation with a
freewheeling talent.
His music captures emotions and liberates the listener, enables their penetration into the very sophisticated musical universe of the musician.
But beyond the fury of monsters and the screaming music is the exacerbated sensitivity of a demanding individual…
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