1. |
Baby On A Breast
05:12
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Early this morning I woke up kind of blue
Starring at the dust piled on my stuff
But fuck that mess, time was made to play
And worry is the worst kind of game
And in the evening in the same kind of mood
Searching for a buzz to fit in my boots
And feel more loose
Because time was made to play
And worry is the worst kind of game
I played yesterday, with drugs I’m afraid
Dependant as a baby on a breast
Today is the day I fill up my chest
Accept the past and we’ll see for the rest
We’ll see for the rest, and we’ll see for the rest
As I remember me asking myself:
“Why you wanna get so far?
Margins are the surfaces of your mind
Wonder what is wild enough
To make you forget about the time?”
“Why you wanna get so far?
Margins are the surfaces of your mind
Wonder what is wild enough
To make you forget about the time?”
While dreaming of a land
Where there’s too much to chose
I beheaded all the men so
I wasn’t the one who loses
All I got we’re bruises and
The land was great like those in stories
Where there aren’t no worries.
While dreaming of a land
Where there’s too much to chose
I beheaded all the men so
I wasn’t the one who loses
All I got we’re bruises and
The land was great like those in stories
Where there aren’t no worries.
I played yesterday, with drugs I’m afraid
Dependant as a baby on a breast
Today is the day I fill up my chest
Accept the past and we’ll see for the rest
We’ll see for the rest, well we’ll see for the rest
As I remember me asking myself:
“Why you wanna get so far?
Margins are the surfaces of your mind.
Wonder what is wild enough?
To make you forget about the time?”
“Why you wanna get so far?
Margins are the surfaces of your mind.
Wonder what is wild enough?
To make you forget about the time?”
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2. |
Bleach Mode
02:59
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Double dosing myself
Seems I don’t know right from left but
I can see within my dawgs
All their “inside” as been coming out
A blue light over our heads and
Every man’s out of shame
I can feel naked thoughts ahead
And the cringiest ones have left the crowd
And I was walking under red skies
I was looking at my friends dying laughing…
I was walking under red skies
They were full orange clouds
I was at my friends dying laughing
Overlooking myself
No dilemma, no mistakes
Just fucking songs, killing lungs
Bending the kick-ass bass
Diving into a sound
Serenity’s what I found
Reaching for a careless state of
…state of mind
And I was walking under red skies
I was looking at my friends dying laughing
I was walking under red skies
They were full of oranges clouds
I was looking at my friends dying laughing
I was walking under red skies
I was looking at my friends dying laughing…
I was walking under red skies
They were full of orange clouds
I was looking at my friends dying laughing
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3. |
Digging Clouds
03:00
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Whispers through the clouds
A different mind game
An ego close to mine
His eyes like, previews of what I shall be
Whispers through the clouds
A different mind game
An ego close to mine
His eyes like, previews of what I shall be
Soon to be the same
What is wanted truly exhales
The shit you always did
But it wasn’t what you sailed for
It wasn’t what you sailed for
The talking is too loud
Acting act silent
Actors are paid like clowns
Blowing dreams
The talking is too loud
Acting act silent
Actors are paid like clowns
Blowing dreams
Soon to be the same
What is wanted truly exhales
The shit you always did
But it wasn’t what you sailed for
It wasn’t what you sailed for
It wasn’t what you sailed for
Wasn’t what you sailed for
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4. |
Kings
04:42
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Today life is all good
Many parts are left to be understood
A craving feeling for things out of reach
That’ll keep colouring my daydreams
I was pulled in or pushed by
Some kind of windy drive
It felt like those diamonds eyes
Already freeze my words before
The early plastering sunrise
Of a fresh, new born year
It will soon extinguish the first
And the last golden sparkle of time with you
Your love is all that could
Sketch a smile on my face
When my big heart bleeds
Too much of a cheesy meaning
To sing out of key
But it’ll keep colouring my daydreams
I was pulled in or pushed by
Some kind of windy drive
It felt like those diamonds eyes
Already freeze my words before
The early plastering sunrise
Of a fresh, new born year
It will soon extinguish the first
And the last golden sparkle of time with you
Oh, remind me again
Your fingers on my shoulders
Oh, remind me again
The Watson song I played alone while you left the
Oh, remind me again
Your fingers on my shoulders
Oh, remind me again
The Watson song I played alone while you left the room
While you left the room
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5. |
Snooze
06:30
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Love makes me blind
It’s worth a three of a kind
Runaway or takeaway to bargain
Some time at the end of the day
At the end of the day
Well I got trash thoughts
So, what d’you gotta say?
You got trash thoughts to
Well I got trash thoughts
So, what d’you gotta say?
You got trash thoughts to
Leave me busy and
I’ll build it thicker than
The plastic smug going down
Your much talkative throat
Your talkative throat
Well I got trash talks
So, what you’ve got to say?
You got trash talks to
Well I got trash talks
So, what you’ve got to say?
You got trash talks to
Snooze
Is all we live for now and back
The time we lose
It feels so good
But it’s too bad
Snooze
Is all we live for now and back
The time we lose
It feels so good
But it’s too bad
I’m getting dry
Give me a sip of that Wild Turkey
Leaning on the desk
If you want me to get out
Of your nest
To get out of your nest
Well I got drunk talks
So, what you’ve got to say
You got drunk talks to
Well I got drunk talks
So, what you’ve got to say
You got drunk talks to
Snooze
Is all we live for now and back
The time we lose
It feels so good
But it’s too bad
Snooze
Is all we live for now and back
The time we lose
It feels so good
But it’s too bad
Ain’t it right
Just to walk all night
To see those eyes again?
Ain’t it right
Just to walk all night
To see those eyes again?
Cuz ain’t it right
Just to walk all night
To see those eyes again?
J’aimerais voir la lune
Une dernière fois
Pogner dans tes bras
Mais tu m’fais marcher
J’aimerais voir la lune
Une dernière fois
Pogner dans tes bras
Mais tu m’fais marcher
Oui, j’aimerais voir la lune
Une dernière fois
Pogner dans tes bras
Mais tu m’fais marcher
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6. |
Tipping Toes
03:45
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A fading shadow leaning on the wall
Tipping toes to reach the window
And see
The shifting patterns of the snow
He catches a glimpse at the scene
Than it’s gone
Oh, mother, did we skip this year’s summer?
Seasons don’t seem to mind the change
Oh, father, those old jokes make me laugh no more
How will I stare those eyes the same?
I stayed for a smile that stuck for while
Until you knew I couldn’t
Fake those words I though you’d learn
And when my laugh echoes I’m
Sure he knows it’s empty
How will I stare those eyes to same ?
I don’t leave my friends I just
I just mess around (x4)
I sing for a friend who told me again
I shouldn’t have to worry
And I still believe he
And I still believe he
And I still believe he believes in me
And I still believe he believes in me
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Baladeur Québec City, Québec
Jasmin (Vocals)
JR (Guitar - Vocals)
Romain (Guitar - Vocals)
Julien (Bass)
William (Drums)
Guillaume - (Synth)
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