mathieu bernard martin

Born somewhere in France, in the 80s. Raised somewhere else.
Ramblin’ man, from politics to Sydney, through the so-called capitale of Europe. And China for a bit.
Writing, writing, writing: Messagier a-like? Working for Triple M(s) and Ssss.
‘Primalistic’ art, sophisticated entity. Representing things the way they are/ ain’t no fancy process. Art building. Rough and plain.
Delicate thoughts.
Bullet proof.
Bulldog’s posture.
Nationality lost. Paris’ here. He is here. And there.
2010.
The Ten Commandments (1956).

The Ten Commandments (1956).

Expiationish: a game of snakes & unfaithful words, 2013, short film.

MBM (c)

Something, by Bob Dylan (live version).

You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know. I don’t know.

Trash Tongue Talker, by Jack White (live 2013).

Two monkeys jumping on the bed
And one fell off and hit his head on the ground
The other monkey called the doctor
Said another body’s dead on the ground

Isis, by Bob Dylan (live 1975).

She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed,
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.

She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special."
She said, "You look different." I said, "Well, I guess."
She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's only natural." She said,
"You gonna stay?" I said, "If you want me to, yeah!"

Weep themselves to sleep, by Jack White.

Nobody knows just how it goes
To show that the villain will play the victim
The tame can’t shake the reins of
Demonizing brains that mean to kill them

I don’t believe you (she just acts like we never have met), by Bob Dylan (live 1966).

If I didn't have to guess
I'd gladly confess
To anything I might've tried
If I was with her too long
Or have done something wrong
I wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run and hide

Though her skirt it swayed as the guitar played Her mouth was watery and wet But something has changed For she ain't the same She just acts like we never have met.

First time ever I saw your face, by Roberta Flack.

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love

Trying to get to you, by Elvis Presley (live 1968).

Lord above me knows I love you
It was He who brought me through,
When my way was dark as night,
He would shine His brightest light,
When I was trying to get to you.

When I read your loving letter
Then my heart began to sing
There were many miles between us,
But they didn’t mean a thing.

Soon, by Bob Dylan (live 1987).

Oh, soon a little cabin there will find us
safe, all our cares so far behind  us
When you are mine this world will be in tune
Let's make that day come soon.
Let's make that day come soon.