1. |
The 27th Turn
05:19
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Your smile as a scream
Is it me ? Is it you ?
It's killing me, it's killing you
Your smile as a scream
Your scream as a smile
And my eyes open on a light
Reversed game, reserved gain
Teeth are ready for the last meal
It was so nice to meet you
You taste your own skin
This is just a part of me
This is just a part of me
Our bones are chattering in algorithms
They sound like a lullaby
About how love should end
Is it yours?
Is it mine?
All I know's
I used to get into you
Until it kills me
Until it kills you
Now it's time for the reversed race
Your hell of flesh and scales
Is trembling like a butterfly
On the lips of something
Tasting like Death
(You've got to burn me
To warm me up...)
All in all in one, together alone
You're everyone
You're everywhere
You're everything
You're every pieces, every pieces, every pieces of me
(...)
You're everyone
You're everywhere
You're everything
You're every pieces, every pieces of what we used to be
Of what we used to be...
You're every pieces, every pieces, every pieces of me
And you're everyone
You're everywhere
You're everything
You're every pieces, every pieces, every pieces of me
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2. |
All is for the best
03:58
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Used tissues
Vaseline
Sterelized tears
It's hard to keep your dick dry in your perfectly clean working man's suit
Clickable whores
Clickable horrors
And did you like to watch the video everybody's talking about ?
Everybody's talking about the goddamn' video
Everybody's talking about the goddamn' video psycho Ken made today
One million views to prove that it's ok to be ...
A Beautiful famous fucking monster
(Comment like your life is about to start now)
Life limitations
Social imitations
All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
1.2.3.4
Is my power
Sometimes we stumble
But the floor is never too far
You can push us like an empty whisky bottle
We will roll but we will never break
We are the body
Not only the matter
All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
No future/ no pleasure
All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
All is for, all is for , all is for the fucking damned worst
See the kids with the machine guns , running to the red hills
Shooting at dawn to light their path?
It's only a question of time before we rise
We warned you, we warned you, we warned YOU.
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3. |
Long Teeth, Small Tricks
04:08
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Mother, can you explain to me
Why I wasn't born with a gun
I spit bullet-words instead
I split my body in two selfish fuckers
Father, can you explain to me
Why I wasn't born with a grenade in my hand
I keep a time bomb instead
'Til the Tic Toc turn to BIG BANG
pre chorus
I throw a brick at my ennemies' heads
An eye for an eye, they bled my blood
A tooth for a tooth don't you want to hear
The best part of the truth ?
chorus
Long teeth, small tricks
Oh baby cry cry cry
Is that all you've got ?
You fucking coward
Don't you think it's time to act
And brother, can you explain to me
When we suddenly stop growing up
And the camera with its sad black eye
Shoots the marks on my face
Oh baby can you explain to me
Why I still have no idea
'Bout what I need
I'm still trying to kill something in me
But am I aiming at the right target ?
(pre chorus + chorus)
Outro :
Passion is still
Setting me on fire
Oh truth, still confusing
Past with future
Well I know, I know future is NOW
Well I got to do something with my arms, legs, mouth, ears
My face does reflect bad long nights with or without company
And there are so many things to say to my enemies,
My lovers, my shrink, my emplo-liars, ghosts, desires... wet dreams
Oh next step is the end, so I could start to live, I could start to live
SOS HELP ME
Got to do some-thing
Got to do, got to do, got to do some-thing
Got to do, got to do, got to do some-thing
I got to do some fucking thing !
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4. |
Teen(r)agers
03:55
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I woke up in my make up
Black stains on white pillow
My face turned to grey
My face turned to an ash-trey
What will they say
About what we did yesterday ?
What will you tell
To your day-friends ?
Chorus
Teenragers
Violent teachers
Don't know what I want
Teenragers
Undecent lovers
Don't know just what I want
Teenragers
Silent dinners
Don't know what the hell I want
Dare to ask them how it feels to be 16
All my diaries pissing ink
Blue memories, red tears
All my diaries pissing dreams
Teens vulgarities, narcissistic queens
Sparkless eyes
Faded smiles
Behind the walls
Dragons fly so high
Love is about sex
Sex is about love
Another pain to take
The main pain away
Love is about sex
Sex is about love
Wish I could die every fucking night
(Chorus)
I laugh like I lie
I love like I hate you
Innocence can be so cruel
When it grew up in the fuel
You light in your own home
Scars celebrations on my skin
As past real recall
This is not my blood
This is just
The half part of the truth
This is not my blood
This is just
The second half part of the truth
Criminal hands
Metal full heads
Are not
Damned suicide
Warning signs
Hit me !
If you don't care
'bout what I say
Don't be
Surprised if all
The kids 'll tell you
FUCK YOU !
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5. |
They
04:42
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Me, myself, I and
They
Empty eyes
Like tiny black holes
Staring at the guilty you
You're the one they chose
To sort personalities out
When demons get closer
They stare at their crippled hands
When demons go further
They pray for a soft end
Chorus :
Yeah you, you are the chosen one
To feed to beat to be eaten
Yeah you, you are the chosen one
To fish to steam to be eaten
Empty eyes
Like tiny black holes
Staring at void they built up
You're the one they chose
To justify their loss
When demons get closer
They repeat the same mistakes
When demons go further
They take your innocence away
(chorus)
Who are they ?
Yes/ No consequences
Who are they ?
A bullet in a flag, a fly in a closet
Who are they ?
Lambs disguised in wolves
Who are they ?
A constant compleasant ego trip
L.E.A.D
They want to know
They want to lead
They want to live
They want to love
They wanna beat
Wanna control
Wanna build and
Wanna destroy
Wanna get the last of the world
They want to be you
They want to be me
Wanna be anyone but « they »
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6. |
Afraid of Ghosts
05:39
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Ghosts are knocking at my door
Should I open it or let it
Let it locked ? (...)
Faster, fire (…)
I'm afraid of you getting control out of me (...)
I'm afraid of you getting control, getting control out of me
I'm afraid of you breaking silence
I'm afraid of you saying familiar words
I'm afraid of you reminding me a million ghosts
I'm afraid of you getting stucked here with me and it
I'm afraid of ghosts
Ghosts are knocking at my door
(...)
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7. |
The Tempest
06:21
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
Morse
04:33
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Desire
What an old fire
Where lovers dance
In a circle of dust
Late fall's nights
I remember
How lonely we could feel
However, together
Waiting for the winter
To burst us my love
As the snow falling on
The nude black trees
Sailors don't kiss goodbye on land
They just wave their hands
Beyond the shore
And go with the wind
Swallow me in your spiral
Let me take a swim in the middle of
The tempest we caused and
Don't mind, cuz fish don't drown
Don't ever mind, cuz fish don't drown
Et je ris à en crever
Et je ris à en crever
Attendre le messie
L'attendre à en pourrir
Et lorsqu'il viendra
Au bout de quelques mois
T'en auras marre de sourire
Pour des clous épinglés à tes poignets
On dirait presque un bouquet de Camélias
Tu sais que les herbes folles ne fanent pas
Elles ne font que brûler avant l'arrivée de l'été
Syngira vulgaris, etc...
Et je ris à en crever
Tu te déracines lentement
D'un champs d'épines
Où la pluie coule, épaisse et grise
Sur ton visage ravi
Je n'appartiens plus qu'à un souvenir lointain
Celui de ton sourire oblique
Et je ris à en crever
Je ris à en crever et je ris devant la parade infernale
Des insectes copulants dans les néons
Aspire moi petite spirale
Lape mes entrailles malades
Amour, sexe, admiration et toute ma putain de sympathie
Oh, ta bouche forme des “o”
Des vides que les hommes aimeraient bien remplir
Et puis d'ailleurs, moi aussi
Et je ris à en crever (...)
Desire
What an old fire
Where lovers dance
In a circle of dust
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9. |
Black Sand
05:47
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There's a hole in the middle of the sand
There's a voice among the waves in my head
But I can't see any sea in front of me, no
Only this hole begging me to feed it with black sand
Hey you, would you like more black sand ?
Before I disappear entirely into you
Liars light dead fires
I can feel them on my shoulders
I cannot erase what I used to chase but
When you invade me, I escape to the complete lands
Black sand, overfed, I think she's pregnant of a son called « void »
Give birth to a zero, give birth to me
Black sand, overfed, I think she's pregnant of a hole called « love »
Give birth to a zero, give birth to me
There's a crak in the middle of my hand
There's a wind blowing against the current
Everyday they point their finger at me saying
She is an alien
I can still hear you begging me to feed you with black sand
And I ask honey would you like more black sand ?
Before death grows into wild weeds and seperate us
Ghosts shoot at hopes
Like crazy birds on a plane
I cannot erase what I used to chase but
We would hold hands and go to the complete lands
(chorus)
All along the no man's land, there's a peaceful place,
A piece of paradise,
And we could watch
Our children smile, rise, laugh and dance
To the halo of our grace
To the halo of our grace (…)
And freedom
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10. |
Somebody
06:07
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We were not expecting to get blind
In a flash of a look
Oh the sun was really shining in this room
We really how to feed fire
As we knew how to burn a heart
Desire is only an excuse
To play the dead
Your dress is still dancing in the air
Chorus :
And you turn your back, you turn your back to see more clear
Angels could also be criminals
And you turn your back, you turn your back to see more clear
Any side I could be I know
It should be the right one
We were not expecting to get numb
In the substance of silence
We really knew how to control beauty
As we knew how to stop the music
We were not expecting to get blind
In a crash of a smile
In the crash of your smile
Only rain can turn pain into happiness
Desire is only an excuse
To make us fail
Your hair is still dancing in my hands
(chorus)
I'm a sinner confessing in your void
Swimming in the space of a long long lie
I would have killed the stranger in bed
Just to born in your breath again
The more you're far away
The more the ocean gets dry
Everybody looks ugly in the morning
So we will never sleep
We were too young to care
We were too old to lose
Too young to care
Too old to lose
(...)
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11. |
Somebodies
05:27
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Your arms, your legs around me
And I know there's no way back
We are about to die
See our shadows agonizing on the white walls
Black sheets stained by frustrated fluids
Pillows left on the floor
I say, we are about to die
Oh somebodies, please,
Make me feel like somebody
Le martyr des putains
On les baise comme on achève des chevaux de course
On agrippe les crinières insolentes
Et on tire un peu plus fort sur les rennes
Nos entrailles, des algues amères
Qui s'accrochent sur des rochers branlants
Résister au naufrage de nos corps emmêlés
Comme des cheveux sur le crâne d'un Dieu
Oh mon amour, ma putain, ma soeur, ma mère
De nos nuis oedipiennes
Il ne restera que des rires
Aussi lourds que des crânes sourds
Et le sorcier indien de ses grands yeux de femme
Et de ses mains de bête me dit du bout des lèvres :
"somebodies please make me feel like somebody,
somebodies, please, make me feel like..."
Défoncer nos dents à l'indispensable substance
Pour élever le singe dans nos cerveaux
Et devenir Impératrice du Gâchis
Et dans les champs bruns
Une odeur de soufre file entre nos corps
A l'entrée de ton ventre, tu te tords
Mes yeux crachent sous l'effort
Et bientôt j' saurai plus
Si nous étions au départ ou bien à l'arrivée
Le passeur de la rame 328 nous indique du doigt
Le souterrain adéquat- oh tant que ce n'est pas du poing
Nous devrions pouvoir nous glisser sans heurt
Après minuit les loups ressemblent à des chiens
Ils s'écrasent au pied d'sommier
Et ils grattent le bois
De leur patte pitoyable
Dans l'espoir de s' frayer
Un chemin sous les draps mais les bâtards
Dorment à même le sol et ce soir
C'est la gravité qui me bercera
Et c'est pas toi,
C'est pas toi qui me baisera
Somebodies please make me feel like somebody
Les braconniers partent à la chasse aux cons
Dans la forêt des conifères
Ils affûtent leur couteau
Pissent contre les troncs mousseux
Le coeur dur et le sexe flasque
Ton silence, ma souffrance muette
Ces déserts infertiles où filent des vautours
Ils déchirent le ciel de leur bec lâche
Et ils percent nos yeux lorsque nous relevons la tête vers le soleil
Qui n'est plus qu'un oeuf rouge fissure où suinte notre amour mort-née
Embryon visqueux conçu dans le vide de nos trous asséchés par l'été meurtrier
On a essayé de se sauver
Mais nous sommes les soeurs sacrifiées
Ton sang à jamais sous mes ongles souillés
Et peut-être que je me souviendrai du goût que j'avais
Sur tes lèvres tremblantes comme des insectes cramés
Oh mon amour, si tout cela devient réel
Alors que les ombres dansent avec les corps privés de sommeil
Et le cou sous ton coude, je songerai aux anges grimaçants
Qui regardent sous les jupes des baccantes
J'ai le torticolis
Et Qu'on me coupe la tête
Lorsque mes yeux roulent vers la lune
Au lieu de rester au fond de leurs
Or-bites.
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12. |
Nuances
06:03
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(instrumental)
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13. |
June
05:49
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Prière de rejoindre dans l'immédiat
Les démons qui frappent aux portes
Avec June, c'est le chaos
June, diable libellule, fée volcan,
Tu étais celle qu'on attendait l'hiver
Mais qui ne revenait qu'en été
Hanter, ces royaumes en ruines
Où s'élèvent les fleurs de la fureur de vivre
June, avec toi, c'est le chaos
June, tu t'évapores encore et prends ton essor
Affamée, j' avale ta fumée noire et bientôt
Le brouillard s' élèvera au-dessus de toi
Au-dessus de tes vérités versatiles
June, tandis que le bois vacille et que les ombres se balancent
Toi, tu danses, fière de m avoir enfiévrée
June, reine sans divertissement
Rappelle-toi de l'éclat dore de nos vingt ans
Tu étais
Celle
Hantait l'été, hantait l'été
I'm watching you going down, going down, to the devil's knees
(...)
Sur les pistes accidentées
Au bord des falaises ébranlées
Au fond des vides édentés
It's all about you, June
It s all about you
Entends-tu les vagues mugir
Entends-tu les valves s'ouvrir
Pendant que rugissent les laves savantes
Sur nos flans humides
Le silence est la science des saints écorchés
La bouche scellée j'entends pourtant d'ici ton cri, June
Tu étais
Celle
Qu'on attendait l'hiver mais qui ne revenait qu'en été
Tu étais
Celle
Qu'on attendait l'hiver mais qui ne revenait qu'en été
Hanter hanter
Hanter, hanter
(...)
Avec toi, avec toi c'est le chaos
Prière de rejoindre dans l'immédiat
(Danger)
Les demons qui frappent aux portes
(Danger is for the kids)
Avec June
(Danger)
Avec June, c'est le chaos
(Is for the insane)
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Skinsitive Paris, France
Fruit d'une union improbable entre Trent Reznor et Pj Harvey qu’auraient bercés les mots tranchants de la littérature underground américaine (Hubert Selby Jr, Lydia Lynch...), Skinsitive est le projet de Virginia B. Fernson, auteur, compositeur et interprète. Après avoir écumé plusieurs scènes en France et sorti un premier EP en Décembre 2010, Skinsitive sort son LP, "Her(tz)oÏn". ... more
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