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LIONEL
02:20
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"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
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SOLEIL
01:00
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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
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MONKIE LOVE
02:10
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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
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SOUTH FICTION
02:45
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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
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EN JOUE FEU!
04:26
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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
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ARTHUR
02:38
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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
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CARD POST
03:11
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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
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« 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
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