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Situations
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by Pierre Massé
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Give the World
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La valeur
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All I Have to Say
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The Cycle
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Imaginations...
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- about
- This is my debut album, a relatively simplistic piece of work (acoustic guitar, bass, and vocals) that spans six songs in two languages (three songs in each!). Enjoy!
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released 03 April 2010
All songs written, composed, arranged, mixed, and produced by Pierre Massé.
Mastered by Pierre Massé at 69dB Studios.
Rhythm guitar and bass recorded by Olivier Ruel at Sheridan College Studios.
Vocals and lead guitar recorded by Pierre Massé at 69dB Studios.
Birds and nature sounds recorded at Hill 60, Cobourg, Ontario.
Vocals and guitar by Pierre Massé.
Bass by Christopher Drexler-Lemire.
Photography by Karina Visser.
Graphics and design by Xavier Massé. - tags
- tags: alternative electronic folk house rock acoustic alternative folk folk-rock masse massé pierre rock situations world Toronto
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Born in Toronto, raised between France and Canada, I've come to build my music with a myriad of influences, atmospheres, landscapes, and experiences.
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- Track Name: Give the World
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Pen, paper, one light, and the silence of the night,
The thought of a line as the words come into sight.
Is this the way you live with a mind so creative,
Or is this a chance, an opportunity to give?
To give to the world what for so long it's been missing:
A drop of gold in this mine you've been digging...
Look out into the world and see the mess they've made,
It's up to you to find the light, the music they forbade.
Through these piles of destruction find the right direction,
Complement your thoughts with the right inspiration.
Find what you like, and not what they give,
Take what you want, and not what they live...
Give the world what it's been craving all these years in the dark,
Take the light that's been made and create the spark.
Find what is good, and give us fresh air,
Get their dirt and their rot right out of here!
Toxic combinations and unassumed revelations,
They've been keeping us going with shortened attention.
A couple of minutes in a land so plastic,
So fake and unattractive it becomes realistic.
Our minds have been faded and our tastes unwound,
Blandness is exciting when it's sold all around...
Give us more sex and 3D animations,
Give us more singles and two-bit creations.
Give us a hit we'll throw up in a day,
Give us some chords and we'll learn how to play.
Give us what sells, 'cause it must be good,
If the radios are playing it in Hollywood...
Give the world what it's been craving all these years in the dark,
Take the light that's been made and create the spark.
Find what is good, and give us fresh air,
Get their dirt and their rot right out of here! - Track Name: Kléptomane minutieuse de mes vanités (ou Kaléidoscope d'un malheur violé)
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Souviens-toi d'un garçon tout nouveau à ce jeu;
Souviens-toi de ces premières journées tous les deux,
De l'air si frais, de la promesse d'amour futur;
C'est le début de l'été et la découverte d'un monde si pur.
Souviens-toi de ces premières soirées ensemble,
Souviens-toi de ma nervosité, de mes mains qui tremblent,
De nos corps qui se cherchent et se trouvent peu à peu,
De ce sentiment de pouvoir faire ce que l'on veut.
Regarde-nous maintenant et le parcours qu'on a pris,
Regarde cet amour sur lequel on ne peut placer de prix.
Regarde-moi mon amour et voit dans mon visage,
Que ce parcours n'est pas fini, qu'on traversera encore des paysages...
Le temps passe à son rythme et le monde ne change pas,
Les nuits d'été ou la plage a bercé nos pas
Sont perdus dans l'immensité du monde dehors,
Perdus dans un monde qui n'évalue que nos corps.
Dans notre bulle imperméable le vent souffle doucement,
Il relève tes cheveux qui flottent traquillement.
Dans notre monde, mon amour, on est toujours sereins,
Moi, je te protegerais contre tout ce que tu crains.
Regarde-nous maintenant et le parcours qu'on a pris,
Regarde cet amour sur lequel on ne peut placer de prix.
Regarde-moi mon amour et voit dans mon visage,
Que ce parcours n'est pas fini, qu'on traversera encore des paysages...
Un jour des histoires viendront percé notre bulle,
Mais malgré leurs convictions, ce sont eux qui simulent.
Dès qu'ils mettent leur main sur le feu de notre amour,
Ils s'y bruleront bien vite et n'auront aucun secours;
Car je l'ai dit mais je le dit encore,
De tout ce que le monde peut nous dire, notre amour est plus fort!
Regarde-nous maintenant et le parcours qu'on a pris,
Regarde cet amour sur lequel on ne peut placer de prix.
Regarde-moi mon amour et voit dans mon visage,
Que ce parcours n'est pas fini, qu'on traversera encore des paysages... - Track Name: La valeur
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Y a-t-il quelqu'un qui ne s'endort pas
Sans se demander ce qu'il a fait ce jour-là?
Moi chaque fois que je ferme les yeux,
Je te vois faire tout ce que tu veut.
Alors que moi dans mon admiration je suis perdu,
Le monde devient flou, mes actions superflues.
Je m'etend à la fin de chaque jour
Pour voir que rien au monde ne vaut à l'amour.
Quelle est la valeur de laisser ses pensées controller le stylo?
Le laisser tout verser sur la page au point de la saturer...
Que vallent ces mots qui disent ce qu'ils veulent,
Que vaudrait-ils s'ils étaient seuls?
Me comprends-tu quand je t'explique,
Suis-je un peu trop poétique.
Vois-tu au moins ce que je pense de toi,
Mais non, car tu ne comprends que ce que tu vois.
T'es comme tout le monde, tu restes toi-même,
Bloquée par mon imperméabilité suprême.
Peut-être faudrait-il changer un jour,
Peut-être faudrait-il déclarer mon amour!
Quelle est la valeur de laisser ses pensées controller le stylo?
Le laisser tout verser sur la page au point de la saturer...
Que vallent ces mots qui disent ce qu'ils veulent,
Que vaudrait-ils s'ils étaient seuls? - Track Name: All I Have to Say
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Like an odd little sentence on the edge of a paragraph,
Like a neat little sound at the end of a laugh.
Like a sweet little whisper calling through the night,
Like a calm indecision causing a fight.
You capture the moment through your intention,
You capture the light with your own interpretation.
You're a moment of serenity in a world on speed,
You're a crazy little note just begging to take the lead.
And all I've said and all I will say
Is truth be told so with these words I will play.
And all they are saying and all they will say
Is truth be told, this love is here to stay.
You crafty little starlet appearing in my cosmos,
Waiting for the moments when you and me become us...
And seizing the moment you turn it around,
Stretch it out and within we are tightly bound.
So come away from your cage and leave your restrictions;
Come to where you know the are no limitations.
Let's get away from a world that deems this ain't right
To a dream where nothing can take you from my sight...
And all I've said and all I will say
Is truth be told so with these words I will play.
And all they are saying and all they will say
Is truth be told, this love is here to stay.
We have dreamed of such love and we still will,
Continuing to hope for a chance but still...
You are my beacon through the fog of life,
Lighting a clear path through the strife.
And you're my answer to that extra question,
My bonus little challenge that's well worth the reaction;
My little silver spark in the darkness of space,
My crazy little note that just keeps showing its face!
And all I've said and all I will say
Is truth be told so with these words I will play.
And all they are saying and all they will say
Is truth be told, this love is here to stay. - Track Name: The Cycle
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Where do you think they voted?
Who do you think represents their thoughts?
Their minds have been doubted,
Their will has wandered and is lost.
So where do you think they put the cross,
What did all those ballots say?
Do you realize they've chosen the boss?
All we can do is sit and pray...
Well the world is changing fast and they are running the show,
All their choices become ours and we are so slow;
They sprint ahead alone and we are left to cough in the dust,
Well the cycle keeps on going and we just can't stop the rust...
Don't you know where we voted?
Don't you know who we believe in?
Our minds were never doubted,
We know exactly where our thoughts have been.
We only saw one name writing this plot,
And that is where our pens did make their mark.
The boss we chose will break open this lot
Who sit upon their asses and continue to bark.
Well the world is changing fast and we are running the show,
All our choices become yours and you are so slow...
We sprint ahead alone and leave you to cough in the dust,
Well we're breaking up the cycle but we just can't stop your rust.
Well my thoughts have been muddled,
Through this haze I cannot see.
My speaking has been muffled,
By their blindness they are free.
Must I moderate their actions?
Sometimes I do believe they're right.
But I pity their distractions,
For they're giving the elders a fright.
Well the world is changing fast and they are running the show,
All their choices become the elders', and the elders are so slow.
They spring ahead alone and the elders are left to cough in the dust,
Well they're breaking up the cycle and even I can't stop the rust.
Can you imagine where they're going?
Can you imagine what they've done?
Can you think of what they're saying?
Can you assume they're having fun?
I can think of where they're going,
But I'm not sure what they've done,
I'm guessing at what they're saying,
But I can assume they're having fun. - Track Name: Imaginations...
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Par la fenêtre on aperçoit un monde concret,
De ciment, de bitume, en manque de beauté.
Le ciel, sans nuages, se trouve quand même gris,
La foule continue sans entendre les cris.
Les cris de la fierté, du droit d'être libre,
D'une jeunesse, d'un monde lointin qui vibre.
Qui vibre d'amour, de musique, d'amitié,
Qui mène un combat lucide contre leur vérité.
Mais ne pretez attention à ces minables pensées,
Ce ne sont que des imaginations d'un jeune qui se fait chier.
En face, c'est la classe, les SDF rôdent la rue,
Les dealeurs acharnés comptent les billets à perte de vue.
Le club sur le coin double en maison de passage,
La femme dénudée qui rêve de tourner la page.
Quelques étudiants sèchent et fument leur joint,
La cloche sonne et un autre les rejoint.
L'ordre de la journée ne vaut rien à leur yeux,
L'ordre de la loi, ils en veulent tellement peu.
Mais ne pretez attention à ces minables pensées,
Ce ne sont que des méditations d'un jeune qui se fait chier.
Quelque part dans le monde, de l'espoir disparait;
Un jeune déprimé sombre dans le trou qu'il se creusait.
Mais pour chaque crime, chaque galère, chaque souffrance,
On peut trouver une histoire pleine d'éloquence.
D'une femme qui trouve sa liberté au bout des doigts,
D'un peuple qui se bat et retrouve tous ces droits.
Mais pour chaque espoir il y a un nuage noir,
Une vie de misère, de pitié, d'hommes qui ne peuvent plus croire.
Mais ne pretez attention à ces minables pensées,
Ce ne sont que des imaginations d'un jeune qui se fait chier.
