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Artist: Calexico
Canonical path: /calexico/nom-de-plume
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Nom De Plume
Read Nom De Plume lyrics by Calexico on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
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Nom De Plume
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Le corbeau s'approche
Atterit sur l'épaule de celui qui écrit
Reviens lui picorer le cou
Les veines sortent des chairs
Le sang se répand sur la page
Il crit ses dernières lignes
Et s'endort
Novembre et son manteau d'hiver
Revers sombres
Chemise blanche comme la neige
Manchettes noires
Plane sur la ville
S'agrippe aux murs, détruit les rues
Les lances de corne ac'r'es
Plongent dans les yeux et les coeurs des courtiers
Les enfants s'enfuient dans les rues des quartiers
Les voitures quittent la route, avalées par la mer
Les périls de l'hiver
Les photographes, les barrillets ouverts
La poudre à canon et les éclairs aveuglants
Etouffés par les fumées
Les cendres des usines
Livres de comptes déchirés
Sem's comme des miettes pour les sortir
Des tunnels, loin des murs de la vieille ville
Avant d'être enfouis sous l'ordure nouvelle.
Le corbeau se fatigue
Les corbeaux se multiplient
Le ciel noircit à chaque nouveau cadavre
Les champs s'enflamment
L'hystérie les chasse des villes vers les cavernes
Et les collines assombries
Vers les hauts plateaux
Vers les hauts plateaux
Vers les hauts refuges
Vers les hauts refuges
Vers les hautes plaines
Vers les hautes plaines
Vers les collines
Vers les collines
Vers les hauts terre
Vers les hauts terre
The raven flies down to the writer's desk
Landing on his shoulder, pecking at his neck
Veins popping out, spilling on the page
Makes a little note, falls to sleep.
November's coat with black lapels
Dressed in a snow white shirt, ready for the grave
Prepares to flee, from the city's gates
Tear down the walls ripping up the streets
Spearheaded horns stick into the hearts
Of the ticker tape market trades
Watch them all crash
While the children flee from the suburb streets
The cars veer off the road, swallowed by the sea
And the writer's peril, the photographers,
The open dusty barrels
Gun powder and white lightning
Choking on the fumes, buried 'neath the watse
Receipts from the factories torn up in haste
Used as breadcrumbs to lead them away
Out thru the tunnels while the city crumbles and
Breaks
The raven grows weary
The raven grows in numbers
Sky darkens with each kill
Corn fields burn, break on the farmers' heads
For the high country
For the high country
Hide in some hills
Deep dark caves
Return to the caverns
Rebar skeletons
Spell twisted, cryptic words
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Calexico performs "Nom De Plume", and this lyric page sits inside the Calexico catalog on LyroVerse.
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