Ironic & insistant pop song. Female lead singer, rhythm & electric Ironic & insistant pop song. Female lead singer, rhythm & electric violin. Lyrics
It’s not those mics called the overheads And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you Will you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
We’ll have to gamble Conceal our secrets We’ll have to set aside Our rusty strings Lead and metals pointed upon us Our disclocated concerto Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies Shall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ? Untuned…
d’entre les formes la plus choisie Sans que m’advienne que je devienne La couturière de mon silence
J’aurais vécu D’avoir été Par temps pareil
Boucles d’oreilles Et cheveux blonds
Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du ciel Que je regarde à demeurer Si près de toi, Si près de moi Si près passé
S’en passa quoi De quoi jouer A double jeu Du jeu d’aimer A noir ou blanc ? Dans quelle main ? Ce sera qui ? Pour finir quoi ? Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagner A te laisser seule sans savoir Qui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ? Sans rester seule Avec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre
au jeu d’aimer
Dans le miroir Un peu de sel sous les paupières
Il me sera sans conséquences Qu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire
Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir
de lui s’efface L’autre écriture Sans l’autre signe Que de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule
Ici l’amour est sans durée Dans le hasard que j’organise Ne m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autre Dans le mélange de mes journées Si d’aventure j’ouvre la porte Sur l’autre absence de mon partage
I’m gonna be A fixed point in the daylight A fuzzy tree in a big and green area A misunderstanding in the eyes of the curious A white street in the brightness A vehement garden, a squall and silence A blank page about the meaning
An opened sky to the speechless desires I’m gonna be Older Finally
To smile to whom i want I’m gonna be Older Finally
3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boats And the light in the morning And the humidity of the meeting And a vague feeling about The reason of a so long journey To smile to whom i want
Nasty & unbridled. Male voices & electronics. Lyrics
Minimum wage for the galaxy babes Hullo mummy sticky, i'm gonna get myself a plane Jesse, jamie, suzy riding their tickets for a name Show me my lazier, you gotta a pay day
Maximum gain on planet pain Ballet dancer planetary super looser fame She gets all the numbers on the shock shock game Jamming on my face, i'm the grandprix fame
Fairy tale song. Constant progression. Male voices & electronics.Lyrics
Far down the sea there's a king traveling starfish glows for the king: "this way, my lord" deep on the sea, oh the king sees the queen heading close to the queen: "we made it, my dear"
Oh the prince's coming in, calling queen and the king sun shines through, warm water and blue Now wait out a second, there's something coming in king and queen disappear, my prince stays here
It's a tuna or a cod, a submarine how odd I'll wait out there, see if they care A ship with a man, seahorse jumping out of sand steaming fast as a dream, you stay here my prince
Oh i'll swam through the sea, past that big funny machine i love that game, now catch me if you can
BACK IN THE DAY Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Oogo
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days (repeat) Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube
Small minded nigga's always be talking. He had to go overseas to do his walking. Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking. for hating on success your bullshit is often.
You think you know me from a style that change Like climax's that we living this life time is strange. Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in Where do I begin?
Katskillz was III Natural soul build with my brother, then we add Madwreck to form the Others. Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage. Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis. Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.
Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube? I compare myself to that shit dude. When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.
It's like you straining your vein Attaching to brains To put it down man you can't play these games. What up cuz-o I manifesto Turn in to slick-co Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore… Back in the days
Explicit language. Acid & swingy Bossa/Hip-hop. male vocal. BPM 98.Lyrics
THE HOKEY POKEY Lyrics by Mattic Parks, Music by Oogo
(Chorus) You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around That's what it's all about. (repeat)
Ladies, money, and clothes. Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's. Guest appearances to make your album hot right? I love so and so, but most don't even write.
Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar. I love Red Letter Blue Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.
Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it. I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.
Time on my side and I spit the planet sound. See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound. Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala with a vest that protects his chest, saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow, how i make it when Im building my model building a sorrow with a hope.
Dope how I insert the music I choose it, different from the next like sex out of the birds nest, comes one with the image. Majors all alone the shit is all finish.
So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store. Throw rocks at the body shock kid. Man he drowned trying to do what I did. For the love of women tall and the smell I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about
(Chorus) How you Put your left foot in You take it on out Put your left foot in and you twist it, and you shake it all about
Now You put your right foot in take your right foot out Put your right foot in and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's how we all fall down to the sound To the sound nigga To the sound To the sound So gather round
Who Who got it that You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around (repeat)
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's what it's all about I said that's what it's all about That's what it's all about
