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Cristaux Liquides
03:10
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there is that wide pool in my mind
it’s full of noise, it’s full of words
and unlabeled facts
in front of it, i watch the tide
nothing clear ever catch my eye
the meaning betrayed my thoughts
les mille sens sont dépassés
leurs mots, laissons-les s’évaporer
rip your head, push your hands
grow, grow and break the plague
les mille sens sont dépassés
leurs mots, laissons-les s’évaporer
des langages inadaptés
remplis, trahis, diminués
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Nas Vek
02:40
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all you windbags :
your words, of course they matter
they’re drops in bigger rivers
guilty of speech
feeling safe in the masses
faceless while you rejoice in
jokes and puns
tongue-in-cheek you say but it’s just
kicks, punches ’til everybody dies
oh, what it takes to entertain
roll your eyes and look at your brain
an echo chamber of bile and complains
you will say that it’s funny
but it’s not and you know it
it’s back-to-back, three steps, pow!
one goes out on a trolley
crush, crush, crush
crush our minds
mindlessly the hive
we designed will drive us mad
you will say that it’s funny
but it’s not and you know it
what you say, what you hush
it all goes back at society
we’re not asking you for mercy
but when the time comes
on which side will you be?
‘cause it’ll be back-to-back
three steps, pow!
one goes out on a trolley
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3. |
Grey Gardens
01:52
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so realistic
come on prick, life is shit
j’aurais une maison
il n’y aura aucun son
dans des boîtes je mettrais
les miettes de ma raison
tes artères pleines de poussières
it could be so much better
dis bonjour à la lumière
it could be so much brighter
that’s what you get
but i don’t wanna talk about it!
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4. |
Short Cuts
02:20
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thirty-five hours glitch
or twenty may be the peak
one work for one rich
(let’s return to fifty!)
collective upgrades
rising collective mountains
no more sharing now
life, work, life, work
working life outside the charts
sharing time
working time
people time
go dispatch everyone’s part-time
upgrade, mountains
showtime, work time
people time, upgrade, mountains
(regressive)
i work all the time, i pay no mind
i dig my own grave for a nice wage
my moon and my suns
are screens and bulbs
the world is on fire, i wash my car
i don’t feel betrayed :
the gods know what is best
life, work, lifework
working life outside the charts
i don’t feel betrayed :
the gods know what is best
work, life, work, work, life
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5. |
Solaris
02:08
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uptight, made of air, made of light
yet occupied with something strong
get down
grab the dirt with your palm
feel its stain on your spotless song
we're making empty roads
across busy streets
eating clouds, smashing bricks
on and on and on, it's gone
on and on and on, it's strong
your mind leads to a place
that is not too far
yes, you can get there
no, it won't leave scars
go on and on and on, it's not long
on and on and on, let's tag along
boost your solar face
high zenithal rate
listen to the sounds of raw material
pick ! draw ! up, your nodal pace !
build a kingdom of our palms
throw your arms, expand the maps
with our own bodies
with our own bellies
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6. |
Phase IV
02:18
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what’s your category?
compartimenter
sauter futilités
what’s your category?
fragments en fracture
truchement des structures
passion carton, passion cloison
passion fraction, passion scission
passion béton, passion portion
passion pression, passion friction
i’m filling the forms, ticking the boxes
you know who i am
i’m part of a swarm
there’s always a norm
by which i’m defined
i’m labelled and filed
with my own kind
and isn’t it better for your mind?
people, drawers, compartments
built on moralistic grounds
the search, the fight
for new idealistic ways
seeking new horizons
that our minds can’t even see
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Vertigo
02:59
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vertigo in memory
vertigo in amnesia
répertoires d’images brutes, fugitives
bout à bout en fouille invisible
télescopage de lointains pays
segments pointant à l’improviste
le passé est un pays lointain
où je n’habite plus
le passé est un pays lointain
où j’habite
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8. |
Pollen à la Plage
02:24
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drum drum drum
we have a leak in our time
drum drum drum
we can’t twist, we’re blind
rise rise rise rise
the storm comes from the grass
rise rise rise
the storm comes
and then we rise
mix up everywhere
every inch
in any place
(water me soft now. . .)
leave my leaves to the sun
melt
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9. |
Pumping Iron
02:49
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so full of movements, can’t soften up
nerves tight and twitching
veins popping out
an entire body to shape things up
so full of movements
cannot sit down
kicks of endorphines
can’t stay strung out
the shape my limbs draw is who i am
d’avant en arrière
afflux en artères
sans cesse contracté.e
élans itérés
bpm hoquetant de tes pas
boomerang en ligne droite
ruée à plein watts
bouffées happées au cœur de toi
so full of movements
stillness is death
muscles are melting
in smoke-filled places
won’t tore my spine
to drag you all to my pace
pleasure in soreness
make those joints crack
clean all the rust off
stuff where it’s flat
so buffed and bendy
flesh ready to start
d’avant en arrière
des afflux en artères
d’arrière en avant
des systoles aux mille temps
sans cesse contracté.e
élans itérés
bpm hoquetant de tes pas
boomerang en ligne droite
ruée à plein watts
bouffées happées au cœur de toi
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10. |
Forest of Bliss
02:48
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beat the entropy, wipe the void
supply the entropy, spread the soil
là où l’horizon résonne
le ciel ouvert s’étalonne
high density in forest of bliss
underneath the forest
the rain, the blood
look in your heart in the forest
the haze, the fog
là où l’horizon résonne
le ciel ouvert s’étalonne
high density in forest of bliss
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11. |
Punk-O
02:35
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the best minds of our times
are busy trying to sell us shit
they’re all talk, all talk, all smoke
they’re dismantling society with buzzwords and spreadsheets
and it shows, it shows, it shows
mixing up life with accounting
armies of experts in nothing
fresh paint on crumbling buildings
grasping at straws
tous les regards du monde
be my guest
tous les regards du monde
stop my mess
a lot of words, not taking it
everyone’s saying :
« we’re controlling it
we’re professionals, knowing it
we’re controlling it »
it’s bullshit
only our void is under control
tous les regards du monde
be my guest
tous les regards du monde
stop my mess
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