The Berensen Lectures at the Clampette Collection - Alexandre Desplat, Emmanuel Pahud & Orchestre National de France

All of my life, I've been asking the same things And I still don't think I'm closer to an answer I'd build an ark at the first sighting of rain But the sky just stays the same And I feel landlocked by our conversation I can't tell The difference between Stars and lights that I'm to follow They all glow So set my sails toward westward gales And pray that love don't just blow one direction 500 times I've asked you if you're still there And I never hear replies Yet somehow I'm still doing fine If I find land Will I know if it was planned? If it's all just happenstance? And will it matter as long As there is ground around for my feet? If I head south, will that be heresy? No, I don't think so So cast my fears away from piers And pray that love don't just blow one direction Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river When I woke up, you were standing on the opposite bank And I saw that you never needed to be saved And I know, I know, I know That I've seen the light go out in so many friend's eyes But the wind can't take the spark that settled inside And I know, I know, I know we'll be alright Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river Listen to the river, now Listen to the river

I've always been told we hold black holes inside They know from the start that every star must die It seems too convenient to lose track of time Now that you're gone, will my orbit unwind? What northern wind blew us into the street? And what fatal one will we all someday meet? Swept into a palace with no sign of a king No court for us jesters, but we like to Sing of the moon as it sometimes gets shy Running from lovers through starry-eyes skies Morning comes quick bringing tragic goodbyes But nothing ever really does, right? Someone's lighting candles all over my floor And placed "holy of holies" through every door But who are our doubts said to? Some half of the evening knew Of listening ears, long withdrew So we sing of the moon and the face that it hides Shining just half of its truth to our skies But bring me the sun that gives it all its light I don't want to just wait to die Alright

Let me ask you a question I hope you answer well Good Lord gave us senses But this one I can't tell Did you or did you not pretend to be my friend? Let me ask you a question I hope you answer well Sensitivity has made us all Sensitive people after all Have you answered my question This one I can't tell Good Lord gave us senses Or to loose your taste in hell Did you or did you not pretend to be my friend? Let me ask you a question I hope you answer well Sensitivity has made us all Sensitive people after all Marjoram's a funny doll She plays chicken in the hall Glenn the rooster gave a call Marjoram's a funny doll Marjoram's a funny doll She plays chicken in the hall Glenn the rooster gave a call Marjoram's a funny doll Marjoram's a funny doll She plays chicken in the hall Glenn the rooster gave a call Marjoram's a funny doll She plays chicken in the hall Glenn the rooster gave a call Marjoram's a funny doll Marjoram she likes them all

Mathilda Mathilda My favourite month is May Your favourite colour's gray And still I'd give you everything I've got As long as you stay As long as you stay Black Or white Mathilda Mathilda You're very pretty if I may You could take it all away And still I'd give you more than I have got As long as you stay As long as you stay Black And white As long as you stay As long as you stay As long as you stay Black And white