1. |
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I'm not ready,
Not that hurried to fight.
So so so lonely,
I think that I would die.
Get crossed with me
So that we could be tied.
Drunk, high, always
I lost my healthy mind.
You call my name.
I called you twice.
The final point
Came up in time.
I love you when
You're off your guard.
You're not built to last.
I shoot down blindly
Anything that makes you feel
Cold, hot or sleepy.
I'm very edgy, can't keep still.
The lines get hazy,
Did I make myself clear ?
(When) I came in the red room
And finally felt released.
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2. |
Marie Carangi
03:19
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I don't want to feel more than light
In my sensitive blood that flows
To a dysfonctional space and time
Say « love me, love me, love me » all the time
Few people care for the sad sad eyes
Everybody see the violence and the knife
I only use it to burn my name
When all the screams prove to be useless
« Heaven
On earth
Hell … again
Into
Under
Far … in between »
There's no run I haven't been very fast,
There's no hurt I haven't experienced at all.
The latest one made her mind a blank.
It doesn't fit with what the lovers thought.
Fire leads a story to the end
When it's not a sentimental one.
My three letters turned up and glowed
Other three made everything fade out.
« Heaven
On earth
Hell … again
Into
Under
Far … in between »
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3. |
Rush
03:36
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Don't call me ever, and show yourself neither
I prefer the first one
Don't call me ever, and show yourself neither
I prefer the first one
You are not filled
With compassion still
Such a devious path
To tell me I lost
You don't wanna speak and I can't solve
What happened months ago.
You don't wanna speak and I can't solve
What happened months ago.
Do not, do not rush
Do not, do not please
Do not, do not rush
Do not, do not please
You think everything's under control
You think everything's under control
You have to think before you speak
You have to think before you speak
Do not, do not rush
Do not, do not please
Do not, do not rush
Do not, do not please
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4. |
Bitcrusher
03:16
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The darkest night ever. Turning around and over.
It's getting hard to hold back this feeling filled with doubts.
I am still outside when I feel the urge to shout out.
Violence is back again and I want to feel with your hands.
Join me when you'll find seven ways to hold time
So that we throw away our last chance to be brave.
And we'll try.
I would like to get rid of these heavy thoughts
Like I shake off sand or dust from my burning clothes.
For this tiny glow I've guessed and I once saw
- I was ready too - I let the crowd overflow.
I give in slapdash work, I'm so bored and dead,
I've been trapped for what I trust and pay all day.
Light me up or crush me down cause I need some
Emotional ECT session. I'm undone.
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5. |
Handbook of Concealment
04:29
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In the fortress you built, no one can come in
You don't know anymore what you really need
You're the strongest one, you make my eyes turn green
I don't call anymore, hopefully you will.
I don't mind, you can lie and if it's not for me,
Am I still in or not ?
You're so bright, I'm so dark but before we sleep
I need you to fade out.
Day light is too harsh, I watch daytime TV
Until my brain melts down.
No shouts, no calls. I wish you could stay here
At least for now.
We lose when it's over, we're fighting for each other's rest.
Cold and deathly pale, how could I cope well
With my heart, with my heart ?
I've got a straight side : I fall and stop in time.
But not so clever, not so strong
With my heart, with my heart.
In the fortress you built, no one can come in
You don't know anymore what you really need
You're the strongest one, you make my eyes turn green
I don't call anymore, hopefully you will.
Your social life and network time make me want to breathe
Something lighter than air.
No shouts, no calls. I wish I could stay still,
Undercover.
We lose when it's over, we're fighting for each other's rest.
Cold and deathly pale, how could I cope well
With my heart, with my heart ?
I've got a straight side : I fall and stop in time.
But not so clever, not so strong
With my heart, with my heart.
I've got a straight side : I fall and stop in time.
But not so clever, not so strong
With my heart, with my heart.
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6. |
If Only
03:24
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It would be so lovely
To just dream about you in here
If only I could sleep
But I can't.
Shouting boxes open for me
I come in but all's been filled in
I could swear to hear the ones who
Got here just like I do.
It would be so easy
To still go against the flow
If only I could leave
But I can't.
Shouting boxes open for me
I come in but all's been filled in
I could swear to hear the ones who
Got here just like I do.
You don't blame me for the lies I told
I don't blame you for just kneeling down.
Just don't ask “Are you sure it's mine ?”
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My Imaginary Loves Toulouse, France
The band performs sensitive songs, led by three voices answering and interweaving with each other. This is indie rock of the melancholic and rough sort, going from a clear line to stronger, noisier flavours. But the music always displays the same emotions. Encounters which tend to change one’s direction. ... more
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