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something wrong
02:05
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(Il y a quelque chose qui cloche, je ne sais ce que c'est... Je reste calme, je garde espoir. Si on ne me voit pas, je m'en sortirai.)
There's something wrong here
But for now I can't figure it out
I just feel the fear
I stand alone, it's getting dark
There's something wrong here
But for now I can't figure it out
The danger is near
I'm feeling cold, I need some light
I keep quiet, I don't talk
Trying hard not to lose hope
I stay hidden in the smoke
If I'm not seen, I won't be caught
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2. |
more than two
03:30
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(Je déteste la foule... Pourquoi plus que deux vaut moins qu’un ? Plus tu additionnes, plus tu soustrais et effaces.)
I hate the public, I hate crowd
Sheep republic ain't got no soul
Agoraphobia leads my mind
I stay alone and out of line
Why more than two is most of the time
Equivalent to less than one ?
The more you add, the more you subtract and erase
Don't multiply just to debase
Too many eyes in front of me
Can't feel no personality
Glued together, you've lost yourselves
I just see clones, there's nothing else
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the hope song
05:05
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(Une fois de plus, tu te réveilles en sueur. Coincé dans un tunnel, tu ne peux fuir la noirceur. Voilà la chanson d'espoir, celle qu'il te faut quand tout va mal.)
Once again you wake up in fright
Cold sweat is running on your back
Stuck in a tunnel, you see no light
No way to escape from the dark
You're used to solving tricky problems
But this one is too big for you
You've done what you could, you played the game
And now you don't know what to do
Here is the hope song
The tune you need when things turn bad
Another pop song
To whistle when you're feeling sad
There is no need to annoy your friends
No one but you can find the key
You're paralyzed, waiting for the end
Troubles are driving you crazy
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4. |
springtime
03:38
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(Je chante dans ma douche, j’ai fait la grasse mat. Je suis tout sourire, plein de tendresse et d'allégresse. Aujourd'hui, il y a quelque chose dans l'air, pas moyen d'y échapper. Les oiseaux chantent en plein hiver, que puis-je y faire ?)
I sing alone in my bathroom
I woke up late, I'm on the moon
I've got a smile drawn on my face
I'm full of joy and tenderness
Today there's something in the air
I can't pass through
Birds are singing while it's winter
What can I do ?
I'm dancing in the silent streets
I'm jumping high, can't stop my feet
I won't go to work this morning
I Won't waste my time to get earnings
Springtime in my head
Everything's fine |
I'm feeling high
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5. |
Pete Shelley
03:35
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Dédié au guitariste-chanteur des Buzzcocks, avec moult clins d'œil à leurs textes.
(Le jour où Pete Shelley mourut, je rêvais dans ma cuisine d'un autre genre de musique avec un autre genre de tension... La vie n'est qu'une idylle sarcastique. L'amour n'est que lucre ou perte. Les rythmes scandent une peine contrariante. Les cœurs se brisent jusqu'à leur arrêt.)
The day Pete Shelley died, I was dreaming in my kitchen
Of another kind of music with a different kind of tension
The day Pete Shelley died, electricity was in the air
I saw no angels in the sky, they must have been crying somewhere
Life's just a sarcastic romance
Love is nothing but lust or loss
Beats pulse an annoying sentence
Hearts are broken until their stop
The day Pete Shelley died, was it fiction or affliction
I thought I was sixteen again, filled with anger and frustration
The day Pete Shelley died, the day he escaped from the real world
I needed love, I needed noise, I needed drink and I needed drug
Pete Shelley
Pete Shelley
Pete Shelley
Pete Shelley
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I don't trust you
03:34
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(Je ne te fais pas confiance, je ne te fais plus confiance. On était potes, maintenant c'est fini.)
I don't trust you
I don't trust you
I don't trust you anymore
I used to believe everything you said
I used to think that we were friends
I have changed my mind, you should go away
The link is broken, it's the end
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substance Nantes, France
Fabricants de punk love de décembre 2017 à mars 2021.
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