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Metz est-elle située dans les Rocheuses ? Les Appalaches ? Les Blue Smokey Montains ? Merci, en tout cas, pour cette confirmation : les complexes volent désormais bas en France.

Oboken est avant tout une histoire de chevaux pur-sang, de mavericks à crinière ébouriffée, de Crazy Horse à Sparklehorse.
LES INROCKUPTIBLES (JD Beauvallet)

Magistral et somptueux de bout en bout, cet album éponyme d'Oboken nous suivra longtemps.
MAGIC!

Auto-production précieuse, Oboken recèle des trésors d'intimité et de sensibilité, révélation de jours acoustiques meilleurs où l'intelligence et la maestria iraient enfin de pair. Hosanna.
ROCKSOUND (Patrick Peiffer)

"Ce pourrait être l'automne. Ou certaines nuits d'été que l'on voudrait sans fin. Là, vous glisseriez lentement sous la peau à fleur de voix. Une musique propice aux confidences murmurées. Ces petits moments où l'on se souvient des rêves d'avant. Des peurs quand on est grand on n'ose plus dire. De l'autre. Trop proche. Trop loin. Bref, des histoires de nous. Et là, juste une corde pincée, frôlée, qui se rétracte. Qui continue à vibrer"
FNAC STRASBOURG (Alain Walther)

Oboken se déguste comme une démo de Spain avec une sensibilité exacerbée, un sens rare de la mélodie et de la mélancolie addictive, à mettre au bout d'outtakes piochées dans la marge royale de "Tonight's the night", l'oeuvre au noir de Neil Young
STATION SERVICE

Cet album, c'est cela : une sorte de voyage sous la pluie, vous savez quand la pluie est douce, mélancolique juste ce qu'il faut, ôtant aux paysages leurs aspérités. Peu ou pas de percussion sur Oboken, jamais une harmonie plus haute que l'autre. Tout est dans la rêveuse précision des agencements voix guitares acoustiques.
LE MIDI LIBRE (J. Vilaceque)

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released September 1, 1999

Written, arranged, performed and produced by Philippe Saucourt, except "cheap guitar" sample on "a family" and bass guitar on "pain" arranged and performed by Bruno Fleutelot, and electric guitar on "summer song" arranged by Philippe Saucourt and Bruno Fleutelot. Recorded and mixed at home by Bruno Fleutelot in february 1999.
Sleeve design by Philippe Saucourt and Zinzolin.
Thanks to Bruno, Fanou, Laurent, Marc, Marion, Pascale, Philippe, Sophia, Véronique and Yannick for their help and support.

All rights reserved (p) & (c) 1999 Phillippe Saucourt.

L. SOPHIA RECORDS - LSR 002 / Ici d'Ailleurs

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Track Name: Rain
Sitting in an armchair
I’m smelling the air
And listening to the rain
That’s falling down

Yesterday we tried to make love
But we had some kind of trouble
And then in the night I had a dream
It was war and I was fighting

Sitting in an armchair
I’m smelling the air
And listening to the rain
That’s falling down

This morning I read a story
It was a true story
Of young boy who’d been killed
While he was sleeping

Everything’s so quiet now
Track Name: A Family
It’s a family
A pretty family
It’s a family
Telling just stories

It’s a family
A pretty family
It’s a family
Made of cruel stories

It’s a usual tragedy
And it’s my fear
It’s a usual tragedy
Are we made of this?
It’s a usual tragedy
Is there something else to live?
Track Name: Sometimes
Sometimes
I think I’m no one
Because I spend my days
Losing my way

Sometimes
I think I’m everyone
So useless, so empty
But oh so happy

Sometimes
Track Name: No Answer (Part 2)
Am I me?
Am I you?
Or anybody else?

What do I mean?
Am I real?
Am I true?

Who am I?
What’s my part?
Do you think
I’ve lost my mind?

What do I mean?
Am I real?
Am I true?

Years pass by
And all these questions in my mind
Grow like a cancer
But there’s no answer
Track Name: Summer Song
Sing me a summer
Draw me a sun
Where are the good times?
When I was new
When I was young

Give me the colors
Of a rising sun
I’m just a broken toy
The game’s too hard
For a little boy

Sing me a birdsong
Give me the wings
Help me to fly away
My winter is long
Show me the way
I need a summer day
Track Name: All You People
All you people
Where are you going?
All you people
Are you strangers?

I’m so close
And I’m far away
I should talk
But I can’t even say
A word

All you people
Waiting in stations
All you people
What’s in your mind?

I’m so close
And I’m far away
I should talk
But I can’t even say
A word

Do you share my pain?
Do you feel ashamed?
Would you like to run?
Do you need a change?

What keeps me away from you?
What kind of wall?
What kind of pressure?
What kind of truth?
Track Name: A Fear
You say I’m the one
Who makes you happy
But I’m living with a fear
Deep inside of me

It looks like a man
Who’d be stronger than me
It looks like a lover
Who would kill you better than me

You say I’m the one
Who makes you happy
But I’m living with a fear
Deep inside me

It looks like a truth
You could find out
Someday
Without me

And sure it would kill me
Track Name: Dust
I’m nothing but dust
Potential dust
And day after day
I fade away
I fade away

While the world is dying of vanity
While the world pretends to know where it goes
And I know my words are hopeless
But I can’t help singing this song
No I can’t help singing this song

I’m nothing but rust
Fucking rust
And day after day
I get weaker and weaker
Weaker

While the world is dying of its power
While the world still dares dream of glory
And I know my words are useless
But I can’t help singing this song
No I can’t help singing this song
Track Name: Pain
Throw off the mask
And find the answer
It’s yours and it’s mine
It’s the same for everyone

Throw off the mask
And find the truth
Every lie we tell
Is made of it

Year by year
Brick by brick
Everything we build
Is made of pain