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Hashtag
03:43
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If your baby bottle
is filled with champagne
and your shoes is awesome
selfies brought you fame
I wanna be your best friend
you kiss your reflexion
that's how you feed yourself
The world is about what's second best.
Would you rather be blind than become deaf
Consuming fast like if tomorrow is dead.
To vote, to mary, to learn, to raise sounds like a money thing
If you have a trouble it's easy to call a plane
Let's swim over oceans, just a drink is too mundaine
I wann be your best friend
You lie at perfection
That's how you built your jail.
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90's walk
03:10
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It's 2 in the morning, i wake up my eyes wide open.
I feel electric, the clouds are swinging, the Moon shines on his butt.
Let's keep it timeless, all has to be fun.
Share with me, a new idea, for tomorrow to be a lighter day
It's 3 in the morning, i dreamt a bit about him.
Curtains are waving, i stand quite naked, the wind is hot, heaven.
Let's do it shameless and start to dance !
We sould walk in panties, today tomorrow everyday,
On devrait marcher en culotte, de jour, demain et tous les jours.
It's 4 in the morning, all seems serene like a cat's purr.
i can't hear my thoughts, silence means death, they're no more darker than night.
it's 5 in the morning, thank you insomnia, i squeeze him before the sun comes up !
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Merci éthanol
03:18
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Tu les entends tous ces crépitements, comme des effluves de fêtes ?
Tu les comprends fous ces faire-semblants, codes des hautes têtes?
Tu les ressens tous les faux amants, larmes d’un mouchoir qu’on jette ?
C’est beau la frénésie
À la vôtre ! J’ai rien compris.
Planifie sans moi et je planerai pour deux.
C’est l’enfant ou les ballonnements qui jouent à la fête?
C’est le temps ou les médicaments qui t’ont refait la tête?
C’est le sang ou l’or et l’argent
que ton corps rejette?
C’est beau l’envie,
À la vôtre! J’ai rien compris.
Planifie sans moi et je planerai pour deux.
La danse des incompris tue les vétérans.
T’y penses le samedi sur le fil des écrans.
En transe, les maladies sont dans le vent.
Avance sans ralenti, ton corps te le rend.
Et si quand je vole, tout paraît cloué au sol, merci éthanol de parfumer toutes les idoles.
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4. |
Spass
02:47
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On s'offre des petits sous
pour gratter fétiche.
On investit dans l'espoir, l'air badin.
On s'offre des canifs pour graver partout, sur les décors d'éclairés, notre union.
On s'troque les démons pour vite en découdre.
On se maquille les coquards au coton.
Aging is an old game, make the rules ours
On s'troque les jumelles pour rêver de jour, on file libres et légers, sans timon.
On s'troque les bonnets pour vieillir novices, sans imaginer le ciel de la marelle.
On se jour des dictats pour mêler nos armes et définir l'Amour par une baston.
Aging is an old game, make the rules ours
On s'joue de nos allures pour vibrer snipers.
On succombe aux proies de nos viseurs.
On s'joue des saisons pour flouter les stats et repoudrer les ailes de papillons.
On s'offre des toupies pour figer les sources et un jour dire nos histoires au limon.
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5. |
Lait fraise
03:39
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Hey Barman, sers moi un lait fraise, sans me dominer.
En premier le lait puis la fraise, j’aime ça touiller.
Ma langue enroule la paille, souvenir de tétée.
Je clignerai des papilles en bonne garce mais le regard blasé.
Blasée, la Lune à la maison
Colon pourri gâté.
Blasée, dominer la raison.
Sadomaso moulée.
L'as de l'écrémé
Le nez dans le sucrier.
Ma rétine est lactée.
Rien à foutre je suis en panne, désolée.
Lieu médicinal, routine souvenir, ici la devise c’est : dessert et oublie.
Sombre gazette, l’hasard des nouvelles.
Si le cœur est timide prête tes oreilles
Blasée, la Lune à la maison
Colon pourri gâté.
Blasée, dominer la raison.
Sadomaso moulée.
L'as de l'écrémé
Le nez dans le sucrier.
Ma rétine est lactée.
Rien à foutre je suis en panne, désolée.
C’est mon repère qui sourit au pire.
Sueurs humaines regards de travers, vide d’âmes étanches.
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Hotel
04:25
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Four numbers and two letters have chosen my room, a place with no welcome, no groom.
Two bolsters and two mattresses will fix my dooms, chasing away the gloom.
My muscle man, little boy without brain.
I’m in the right hotel, I feel empty from head to toes.
Too much of me, too much of you, gave us the pulse to carry your daily punches.
So that my answer, my answer shocks.
I can’t hear me honey, I want a blackout too.
I can’t hear me honey, I want your blackout too.
I’m in the right hotel, I feel empty from head to toes.
I have the choice to tell, tell you where I am
So you can judge me,
judge what I have done.
I can’t face you honey, I have black eyes too.
I can’t hate you honey, you have black eyes too.
I’m in the right hotel, I feel empty from head to toes.
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The lake or the sea ?
03:02
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Time is the good i waste the most.
Sail slow, I want to see the clouds, we’ll maybe learn from their sons. Don’t stress, sea don’t have falls
Why are we in a hurry ?
We float in a boat burnt by the sun.
We talk with our souls a bit drunk
Stop swimming until your body moans.
Look at this wave ! I press bypass.
We play blind and release our minds.
Yes drift ! I have to feel what’s to loose control.
Dive and focus on your heart beats.
The whole world is black forget to react,
we’ll maybe learn from its sons.
Trust your cells you’re living in an ocean.
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Hear me now
03:22
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Hear me now, I'm facing your soul.
Hear me now, I'm ready to fall.
You tested me, you mastred me.
Hear me now, i'm ready to flow,
I was a mouse in a hall without hole.
I was rambling here, you were trampling there.
Anywhere you stay,
Hear me now, you and your friends.
You pretend to be ruffians, elephant fans.
Your food was me and you died by me.
Anywhere you stay, I'm in a riot.
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White dress
03:17
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Away from my shed, i feel the pain, give me your name.
Away from my shed watching you teach how the world sustains.
This bitches speak in my head.
This bitches won't eat my brain.
White dressed stanger, please, I'm here against my will.
Tie me up thight or leave me this flight.
Shure you are pretty like drugs, but the lights give evil shade.
Allow me secrets, red cross faces painted around the bed.
Allow me secrets, will your needle open a door to sweat ?
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Trinity
03:26
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We put a lonely snake over our bed, a snake in our attic.
In love with travels he took all our house and changed the magnetic.
He tried to built a trinity to heal, sugar covering us.
Hungry for lust and luxury, his ideals, his forked tongue browsed us.
Who is blind who is kind ?
We lost a whole year
Carrying you in our mansion
All you want is attention
You don't deserve a revenge.
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Sunglasses
03:31
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We all wear leather, we all eat meat, we all waste food and we all buy cheap.
We all drink coffee, we all drive fast, we use air-co and we sight see far.
Everybody's hidding their eyes like they were in danger.
I think i cant' choose... do you ?
yes i can choose, don't you ?
Come on girl face your mind,
don't drag away your gaze you need to focus on a boosted place.
The world won't change but you'll be true.
We all trust TV, we all buy God, we all like stars and we love diamonds.
We all shit in water, we all take baths, we all drink soda, and we soil all seas
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