Hmm, by now you might have noticed I write songs to "intergrate" painful experiences. It's all a bit gloomy, but it is about expressing an emotion or an intense moment of life. Mind you, the second one here (This Thing) is about a positive state of mind. I hope to write more beautiful songs soon.

These were written when I fell in love with a French girl, Stéphanie, in 2000. I was deeply troubled when it became clear I was going to relive the terrible experience of causing fear in someone I innocently had wonderful feelings for. The truth is these songs apply to both times (1990 and 2000) I fell madly in love and frightened the hell out of her. They are about free and innocent love, standing its ground, before the chaos of fear.

© Michaël Lessard

This was not sent to her.

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I Hate Our Fears

To kill the monster, between you and I,

I had to say goodbye... forever. (calm)

It’s... not... easy...(song long and nostalgic; genre RadioHead)

but what choice do you leave me. (a bit of subtle anger)

Is the monster dead ! (a bit of rage)

Did I kill him for good ! (idem)

All of me knew it was the right thing to do.

Walking alone__ with strangers all around

Walking in silence with a heart that's roaring

I have this love for you that won’t die,

but your fear won't let you see the beauty.

This world is insane.

If only we could talk... (sung long)

I would listen. (modulation in the voice)

If only we could talk...

Don’t you know I would care.

If only we could talk...

I’d really like to know...

But this love inside !... (angry pain)

I saw the fear in her eyes ! (louder, clearer)

But this love inside !... (angry pain)

This beauty destroyed. (louder, clearer)

But this love inside !... (angry pain)

Foolish fear ! Foolish pride ! (louder, clearer)

No need for sophisticated words

I’m dying everyday, slowly...

I’m bleeding everyday, so slowly...

This pain goes on forever, so slowly...

And all this to say... ...

I miss you (well spoken, slowly. Instrumental kicks in)

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This Thing

In my center,

I feel this thing inside.

Something is rising up to my eyes.

Something squeezing me with my lies.

My heart is boiling with this,

denied the words to give it life.

A sadness, waiting inside,

and there's an explosion I crave.

My lonely love is calling for you,

but all these faces between us,

all these words of silence,

all this fear and pride,

all these societies within,

all these fucken minds,

all this glass between our souls,

when all I want is to feel your hand on my heart.

I wish this song would violate the hiding

This sad thing raising to life

Reveal naked and let fly

a love without pretension,

a love without protection,

a love freed from prison.

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* Copyright - The text above cannot be used in whole or in part without the consent of Michaël Lessard responding to miclesgeo[at]yahoo.com or 1-418-254-6448 (no.225). If both the e-mail and phone number fail, this means I have died and you must ask the living person in charge of my belongings (refer to the Quebec-Canada government).

Hint : I would like some of my texts to be used by actual bands.