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“Dear visitors,
I hope you had a nice and pleasant journey on your spaceship.
In the name of all the elephants of love, I address you a warm welcome to Earth. Today, I suggest you to start with the visit of our human museum. Human beings used to rule this planet a long time ago.
Dear Sir, dear Madam, dear son, dear daughter, enjoy your stay.”
If I am looking to my left, I guess this is a mass murder crime
When I am aiming to my right, I believe we have got genocide
You see, my son, we are at the human museum !
Some of them said « well, never mind !», they decided to look straight ahead
Others said « well, as we mind, we would rather find love at our programme »
Look, my daughter, that is the human museum !
« Daddy, this church is full of light, why do you think there were people and fire inside ? »
« Daddy, tell me this human kind had so many flags, what was it all about ? »
Welcome children, welcome, you are at the human museum !
And after all we watched the tide, bringing the bodies of some brave soldiers
Digging, climbing, petrified, it’s pretty how they flourish side by side
My dear son, my dear daughter, how have you found our visit to the human museum?
Nicolas Dubreil
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(read by Magda Bożyk) "Somewhere in the far future, in Africa, near a village called Banzon, near the Niger River, will be living in peace a large family of elephants. They will be happy together, living in harmony. But, two young brothers will regularly and badly fight against one another.
Aware of that situation, the chief of the family will convoke the assembly of the wise elephants. That evening, at the end of the meeting, the chief of the elephants will call for those two small warlike elephants. He will give them the order to immediately leave the family, to go to the jungle and to look for their heart.
Once in the jungle, the two brothers will be looking under each stone, behind each tree. But they will not find their heart. They will then ask around all the other animals: “where is our heart?”, “Where is our heart? Please, tell us !…” And all the other animals will just laugh at them. Full of despair, away from their family, they will continue their quest. They will nearly fall in dangerous ravines, they will narrowly escape drowning but still, they won’t find their heart. However, they will not fight anymore, on the contrary, they will always take care of one another, helping, advising each other...
At this point, the chief of the elephants who never let them out of his sight will call them back. He will announce to them that they can join the elephant’s family again. They had found their heart."
Written by Nicolas Dubreil
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The elephants of love are coming Sir !
They are knocking on your door Madam !
Son, daughter, will you let them in?
Here we go… (sound track: opening gate doors)
…Please welcome the elephants of love !
Our world became a game with too many playing pieces, don’t cry, you are the hero, saying
it’s time to share ! Together with the elephants of love, we are, welcoming and feeling welcome everywhere !
One day like the elephants of love, you find your heart, feel at ease and confident to take over the show,
Remembering the story of the elephants of love, our granny told us, finally finding the way for better days
Let’s watch together who we are, that isolated accident destroying its own small planet everyday.
And you know that hero, coming in and saving your life, your mirror will show him/her to you, look deeper into your own eyes, my friend !
Well, if you see nothing, if the light is dirt, if the trust is dead and all the doors are closed, just keep in your heart the story of the elephants of love !
Nicolas Dubreil
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Screaming, doubting, crying inside,
Thinking you may be the only one to blame
Travelling through the long dark corridor of pain
Running away, out of breath you reach the land beyond
Discovering the same jugglers and puppets
Screaming to the operator to fix the marketed bot voice
Breaking through the ice towards decency.
Slave of the globalized social genocide
Screaming, doubting, crying inside,
Thinking you may be the one to blame
Travelling through the long dark corridor of pain
Scream, scream, scream, at their mountain of fake
And once you are exhausted, you think, it’s going to be all right
But, it is never going to be all right
And you wait a long time, expecting a moment of genuine decency to enjoy life
Building your little mountain of money
Ending up with a strange taste in your mouth,
‘Cause money makes you free to live for someone else...
...A mountain of money, to live for someone else…
...Ending up with a strange taste in your mouth...
...Free to scream at their mountain of fake !!
It’s time Sir, Madam, it's time to call for all our family members, and to ring the charge of the elephants of love, you know, the elephants of love we are.
Son, Daughter, it is you to take the lead. At your command; let us join together !
Now, I am overjoyed to see in front of me, an ocean of Sirs, Madams, Sons and Daughters coming from all the galaxies, joining as one wonderful and peaceful family.
We, elephants of love, shall reply to any call for justice, any call for solidarity and peace: this is our charge; to give birth to a "symphony of brotherhood" (Ref. Martin King, https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_have_a_dream)! ... Today, "let us to the end, dare to do our duty"(Ref. Abraham Lincoln, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooper_Union_speech), beyond the borders of space and time !
Now, my dear elephants of love, let’s keep our heart wide open and… Charge... Charge!!... Charge!!...
Nicolas Dubreil
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home (N.Dubreil)
06:41
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CLIP: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gihH7rbfRvM
We came through our story, thrown on a dock, happy and down, it’s OK…
Dirty like pigs, and still not cleared of suspicion,
That day, we talked about the house we had there, the loss of our peers, and today,
REF : we’ll do any job we can
We’d need a roof upon our head
We’ll remain children under the blue sky and we’ll become men under the rain (Ref. "Il faut être l'homme de la pluie et l'enfant du beau temps."
René Char ; Le marteau sans maître (1934))
When everything is fine under the sun of the possible paths
And when we’ll do OK, I promess, we’ll afford our own … Home, home…
We came with empty hands, looking for a decent place to believe in
Looking for some brave hearts to share with
« I ‘ve built a house with my daddy »
« I’ll earn some money to shop with my mummy »
Let’s prepare a meal… At the camp, anyway, it’s OK…
And today…
REF : we’ll do any job we can
We’d need a roof upon our head
« no visa, no home »
We’ll remain children under the blue sky and we’ll become men under the rain. When everything is fine under the sun of the possible paths.
And when we’ll do OK, I promess, we’ll afford our own… Home…
« Welcome home, a cup of tea, some coffee
Welcome to be, my elephants of love,
Welcome home. »
Nicolas Dubreil
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highway -(N.Dubreil)
02:41
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" Where is the border ? We’re kind of out of the rule
We are in danger, far from the south,
Put the gear upper, one gift to be done, where I love I run !
We’re on the highway from troubles away
Nice to meet you babe, tune with my soul
With the pace of the engine, with the peace of the fields
The wind brought us together, mass me neck
We ‘d like that moment lasts forever and ever…
Let’s cross the border to the next highway,
Let’s drive all over ‘till we live in the breath
Where is the border ? We’re kind of out of the rule
We are in danger, and not far from the south
Put the gear upper, one gift to be done, where I love I run ! "
Nicolas Dubreil
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Chilling out with some friends, leaving the pub, taking a cab, going
to the country,
Wondering why, it happened to me...
Pick nicking by the river, traveling around the water is so clear,
Who are the birds who are singing, darling, let’s climb the rock,
the water’s hot, jumping in...
Look at the sky, do you feel its light?
The sun is warm, having a laugh, having sex, and sleeping
Your heart’s beating so fast,
Having sex again, feeling you breasts on my chest,
Feeling the wind, feeling your breath,
give you a kiss... And flying !
Forgetting, it happened to me, it happened to me, forgetting…
It happened to me… Forgetting… It happened to me.
Nicolas Dubreil
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" I felt as if I was breathed in
You hoovered me, dust in your bin,
Only you this time !
And I ... And I love you.
And I love you so...
Much, like a cheavlfu... "
Nicolas Dubreil
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" Time to tell, if our life is gonna change
Our story is on its way
We’d love to pause the tape, help yourself
Press rewind, back all the way, all the way...
If it's a lie, what for we’re staying ?
If it's a lie, why don’t we say it ?
It sounds a bit odd to grow a nose, I won’t fight today.
Tell me the truth, what happened with us ?
Our paradise becomes grey...
Hell, I can’t bear the fake we serve
Let’s pretend, we just won’t pretend anymore
If it's a lie, what for we’re staying ?
If it's a lie, why don’t we say it ?
If it's a lie, we will regret it...
If it's a lie, what do we expect ?
If it's a lie, we will regret it...
If it's a lie, what for we’re staying ?
If it's a lie, why don’t we say it ? "
Nicolas Dubreil
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grey land (N.Dubreil)
04:00
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It’s always the same thing, nothing’s black, nothing’s white,
all is grey
It depends of the circumstance, of the exposition, you leave, you stay
another story, a plug between you and me
we're falling down with some drops of good time
just a story, a flower in purple, blue in green, in yellow, in orange, in red, two hearts, high, high
you colour my soul in such a way, I prefer run away
there’s always something missing in once adventure
both of us, we know that the world slumbers ‘cause of the lack of imprudence
by the way, if nothing’s black or white if all is grey, are you clear or dark, sugar
another story, a plug between you and me
I’m falling down with some drops of good time
just a story
with some drops of good time...
Nicolas Dubreil
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I’m filling in his head
with my hopes and all about my own way, far away from the jig, of sweet conformity, honey so close, you are
She’s selling me how she’s proud of herself for ever,
she‘s got lots of arguments, I’m not in love with her,
I’m just pleasing her enough, and I’m coming to life, again
a few friends, a little later, a couple of drinks, older
overcast by purity, drowned in a whiskey...
I’m waiting for, us, again and, again...
I’m waiting for us again
honey, I know you know we know this moment agrees to our meeting
our windows are seeing us both together ‘til the end of time, and I’m already snogging your best friend,
why shouldn’t it be so, if she is your real friend ?
honey !
why do you reject me now ?
a few friends, a little bit later, du champagne, Monsieur ?
far, far older
still Overcast by purity, drowned in a whisky and, waiting for us, again and again, waiting for us, again...
tears inside, with pure open eyes on your fantastic legs, happy desire
honey so closed, you are
honey so close, you are
honey far away, you are
I’m waiting for us,
I’m waiting for us,
A-gain...
Nicolas Dubreil
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You bring your feelings, your fragile good will,
Facing the world when you can.
And you talk sometimes: where is the Heaven?
Welcome down on one heart.
There is a time for feelings, a time for feeling,
The wild and the reasonable of us…
I might have caught some disease, I need dignity,
And I can’t take it all anymore!
All this misery will soon be History,
I’m gonna say bye bye
All what we could be, we will never see
We never could reach the other side of our life… No... No !
I bring my feelings, my fragile good will,
Facing the world when I can. And I try some how to be happy.
Run, my son… Run for fun, share some soul,
Feel, how my heart is drunk, small and miserable…
And I walk around often begging for some heaven...
I might have caught some disease, I need dignity,
and I can’t take it all anymore!
All this misery willl soon be History,
I’m gonna say bye bye
All what we could be, we will never see !
We never could reach the other side of our life…
Never could reach the other side…
Reach the other side…
No…No...Oh…
And I walk some time, where is the Heaven ?
And I run, often, begging for some fun
And I talk some time, where is the Heaven?
Welcome down on one heart…
Welcome down on one heart…
Welcome down on one heart…
Nicolas Dubreil
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C'est là que finit la route.
Un enfant y marchera un jour depuis Cracovie .
Il s'arrêtera, il remuera son cartable et finira par pleurer.
Puis une dame viendra.
Elle l'entendra sangloter que…
…La voie de chemin de fer est cassée; qu'il ne peut plus retourner chez sa maman.
La dame dira: " tu finiras comme tout le monde !"…
Peut-être ne restera-t-il de lui que son cartable abandonné sur le bord du fossé, à l'abri des herbes hautes et couvert de poussière.
Ce petit gars, c'est… Nous ?
C'est un petit coeur généreux.
Disparaîtra-t-il sur le chemin ?
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The concept of big somebody was born in the Sahara and in Burkina Faso in 1997. The idea is simple: everybody is big. Too big to fail.
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