One bleak week (EP)

by Brabalan

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This is a DIY EP, recorded by Brabalan between april and may 2015. Everything was mixed and mastered by Brabalan.
Thanks to Lise for adding some corrections to the lyrics.

Credit:
Kévin = Keyboards, drumpad & voice
Pierre = Voice & lyrics

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released May 27, 2015

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Track Name: LIONEL
"IS IT REALLY YOUR TYPE ?"

Eyes on you in the dancing hall
I miss you all the time
Sat on bench in the dancing hall
Girls & boys wiggle
But I can't stop fixing my eyes on you
In the dancing hall

I have a landscape of you
I’d concede for nothing
I bring it everywhere
& it follows me, kisses me,
In my writing, in my thoughts, in my poems

But it is a bleak week
Fingers tremble on the wheel
Good King Krule song on radio :
"Bathed in grey". I'm gay, I'm a lesbian
I'm Homosapien you know !
I'm what ever you want from me
You can transform me / myself
Cause I’m falling in love with you tonight
I miss you all the time Lionel
Track Name: SOLEIL
This guy arrived and he wanted to be part of it
A place where we listen to some good radio hit
All the projects to which you wanna contribute
That I don't have money to spend
on. Cause you're in France not in Spain
The sun doesn't shine like a gold river
Track Name: MONKIE LOVE
Dear keys, lovely monk'
Ey, you're as cute as a chipmunk

Unlock our home door
Your arms on my shore
I kiss you like…

I kiss you like a little boy
But no mistakes it’s all
Just jokes, we only know

I'll be your gibbon, I'll be your baboon
I'll be your Dieter Schubert
Be my Saint affricaine
Be my little monkie

We always buy books and sing songs
For our little Billy Bat, who we wish is soon to come
Track Name: SOUTH FICTION
From the moment we met to this cold afternoon in march 

Yeah, it's still cold in march

I imagine a pen and a list

Candy — check, Fresh mint — check 

Good Literature, carelessly left on top of a chair — check 

Sunset, Linkin park CD, & no parents at all — check

This is not sci-fi, we are doing this
This is the kiss, the hand on the curly hair 

This is the moment, this is what we expect

The prime time, the open mouth of your life

Your butt pressed on a button of the remote controller

And TV plays… (Plus belle)

Candy — check, Fresh mint — check 

Good Literature, carelessly left on top of a chair — check

Sunset, Linkin park CD, & no parents at all — check

I imagine a pen and a list
(Your butt pressed on a button)

And TV plays an old south fiction episode
This is not sci-fi, we are doing this
This is the kiss


Plus belle, plus belle, plus belle,

La vie
Track Name: EN JOUE FEU!
An old recliner as a seat

The food we cooked is gonna come out

My brain just makes some shit up

Time has passed above our home 

Boy, why are you spreading some shit talks on my girlfriend ?

You know 


We grow up next to a goodbye

In the legacy of the funeral for our parents’ love 

We share a lot, we are twice, life double, lifelike, 

We were in love next to a theme of separation 

It was noisy but we were sure it could work 


My coastal body, her cargo ship love 

We have done this by our own initiative, 

We are doing this well, in being not effective 

Started from the bottom, now we're here 

Hey guess what

Since we’ve heard, 

We produce with generosity, 

We do our best 

We drill the hilltop zone :

The blue blur level end 

(Always, We reinvented, 
&
Created, animated our feelings)


Boy says "run that shit"

Boy, you think this maturity is what you don't want, 

The middle age, of course not 

The dark vault of the fut(ure), of course not 

We think this is what we want, what we are,

Not the obvious direction

For sure, not the oblivion of our

Personalities 


You, with all of your convictions
Your question is rhetorical 


In lyrics of La Dispute, you can hear 

"She is happy when she is with me and I am" 

This is how we are

A booty love

My coastal body, her cargo ship love 

We have done this by our own initiative, 

We are doing this well, in being not effective 

Started from the bottom, now we're here 

Hey guess what

Since we’ve heard, 

We produce with generosity, 

We do our best 

We drill the hilltop zone :

The blue blur level end 

(Always, We reinvented, 
&
Created, animated our feelings)


The scent of our booty have filled our lungs,
& replaced cigarettes

Take a path instead of just leaving our bags

Even if we‘re missing some details, that's still a way to go home

We don't feel forced to talk / but men, you‘re talking to a wall
Track Name: ARTHUR
At the holiday house
When we were younger
Listening to songs on beds

In our minds on vacancy 

We said always :

"Oh yes ! It's a pattern that suddenly

Makes you think of the passed year, 

Or suddenly, of our ideal days to come"

The never-ending sunsets which were
Spreading lights in the room

And the balmy air which stops smothering faces around 

We were staying cloistered in dreams 

Playing for hours on screens 

But still nostalgic and envious of the come what may

Of the possible lovers we wanted to be 

Of sentences which are breathtaking 

Of experience, life simply, like kids of our ages 

Of juicy body, plump, and other coastal breasts 

A tone of thoughts

A million of wishes

Our sky, our flight by night, full of stars

Dressed by the ground, full of grass 

Grazed knees, bruises by brambles 

Absorbed and terrified by an outer space,
By a universe within our reach

Arthur ! Young brother, I'd rather taste
Of guiltiness than repress our envy 

Hey ! We filled a void devoid of cohesive thoughts,
With our passion, daily

& Forever
Track Name: CARD POST
Sweat salty & perspiring knees

Front of a drink, own that shit
Guess what I'm funny
I make jokes about our creation myth 

Home alone is a moment of truth 

Interior is living,
Room full of Hades
Exterior, Lining up Venus
With the lamp post 

A drugstore plus with the lights of the morn 

Electric naked cactus,
Invisible tumbleweed,
Hiding nature 

My heart is far away,
Wasted on your 

Fresh mint chewed that states our pneumonia &
Our drilled blood vessels Em-
Pty ashtray, cause I don't smoke 

Enter a title of a dot-doc
Straight after the girl's gone 

I choose a type as I choose a mood

I print-it & I text-it on the fridge,
Another instagra-mess of "I'm lonely" 

Baby, decline ?
From summer
To december
Hiber-
Nation


The downpour days, weeks and months 

The movie on your eyelids, no more


A distant memory collapse, with a love postcard
But it's tasting good, it's obvious, I'm a brand new grad
I take care of our memories, 10 years,
I keep the light safe


I leave the couch, I write a let(ter), I face the fut(ure)

I'm as spleenesque as always 

But fuck I'm today
Track Name: L'OUBLIER ET N'EN PARLER À PERSONNE
«  Je me rappelle que pendant deux étés au moins, je ne voyais de ce qui m'entourait qu'une grande pierre qui se trouvait à environ 800 mètres du village […]. C'était un monolithe d'une couleur dorée, s'ouvrant à la base sur une caverne  : tout le dessous était creux, l'eau avait fait ce travail. […] Depuis ce jour nous passâmes là toutes nos matinées et nos après-midi. Nous étions cinq ou six enfants, toujours les mêmes, qui ne nous quittions jamais. Tous les matins, en m'éveillant, je cherchais la pierre. De la maison, je la voyais dans ses moindres détails, ainsi que, tel un fil, le petit chemin qui y menait  ; tout le reste était vague et inconsistant, de l'air qui ne s'accroche à rien. […] Une fois, je ne saurais me rappeler par quel hasard, je m'éloignai plus que d'habitude. Peu après, je me retrouvai sur une hauteur. Devant moi, un peu en contrebas, au milieu des broussailles, se dressait une énorme pierre noire présentant la forme d'une pyramide étroite et pointue dont les parois tombaient presque verticalement. Je ne puis exprimer le sentiment de dépit et de déroute que j'éprouvai à ce moment.
La pierre me frappa immédiatement comme un être vivant, hostile, menaçant. Elle menaçait tout : nous, nos jeux et notre caverne. Son existence m'était intolérable et je sentis tout de suite — ne pouvant pas la faire disparaître — qu'il fallait l'ignorer, l'oublier et n'en parler à personne. Il m'arriva néanmoins de m'approcher d'elle, mais ce fut avec le sentiment de me livrer à quelque chose de répréhensible, de secret, de louche. Je la touchai à peine d'une main avec répulsion et effroi. J'en fis le tour, tremblant d'y découvrir une entrée. Pas trace de caverne […] Je m'enfuis loin de cette pierre noire, je n'en parlais pas aux autres enfants, je l'ignorai et ne retournai plus la voir […] qu'il fallait l'ignorer, l'oublier et n'en parler à personne»

That you
You had
You want
You do
You can do
You can do so
You wanted to do so much
You can do anything

Actually I turned ON all of the lights,
Because I am scared of the dark