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Do it as it may have been done
By someone else
Someone pure
Someone who hasn’t got a grief
To recall
- Lay down the stones, trespass the trees -
And it was such a glorious sight
Babe
To see our reflection
Bathing
In absolute light
- When the day is done, I tickle nature’s thumb -
Now see me feast with the wolves
And say goodbye to what we held
So true
So dear
In our hearts of hearts
I see you seek no easy answer
And if I lose my mind
I want you to run
Out of the pack
To the shelter
Look at me from far away
Now see it as it could have been seen
By someone else
Some animal
Someone who hasn’t got a tear
To withhold
- The swans are leaving, show me the blue lagoon -
And i was such a glorious tool
Love
To believe every single
Lie
That they ever told
Where will they go to rot ?
Dressed in smoke and mud
The earth has lost its womb
As for me, I ended up there
Into a desert of despair
So did I
- Stay safe -
So did I
- Stay safe -
So did I
Please bite me as I should have been bit
By a beast
A fellow dog
Who’d have just seen me
Befriending a wolf
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2. |
Food (feat. Héloïse)
06:23
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Food
Is like a plan
You build alone
In your own bed
With your own crisps
And your own sobs
It is the way
I chose to dive
Into your ocean of goodbyes
I chose myself
O’er your love
And to this day I remember the matching skirts
You used to wear
And all the jealous boys and girls
And all the fame
But now I’m fat
Food
Is like a way
To get your kicks
To show your tricks
To be a man
And if we’re drunk
We needn’t be
We’re full of fuel
And it’s a long way across the sea
My body’s full
My mind is gone
And I can’t see my metabolism goin’ on
Such laughing stocks
These stuck-up twits
I used to spit on them a lot
But now I’m fat
Food
Is like your judgment
When at its best
It can save your ass
Can fuck you up
You’re sicker now
Than you used to
My will is strong
And I won’t forget about you
A handful of
These blurry nights
Just to remind
An imbecile of what he likes
And now it’s done
We climbed the rock
We lingered into nothingness
And now we’re kings
I heard it said
Food, fear, illness in the newspaper
But ain’t no rest for the bright
Ain’t no rest for the weak
Ain’t no sleep without exhaustion
Ain’t no love without shouts
I need a dentist, I need a lover, I need an artist
I need a doctor
I don’t ever wanna
I don’t ever wanna feel your hate again
I need to cum, I need a meal
I need a fix
It’s been real kiddo
It’s been real
Food
Just like your soul
When you give up
And everybody’s running
Low on confidence
We tried a lot
And now we’re stuck
With tiny bits of what-ifs
Maybes and so longs
The chicken is nasty
And the turkey’s too cold
I’m low on sugar
I’m low on thoughts
I’m low on you
I’m low on food
I need an answer, I need it fast
The chicken is nasty
And the turkey’s too cold
I’m low on sugar
I’m low on thoughts
I need an answer I need it fast
And I’m looking for one
Under the dinner table
You stupid cunts
I’ve done my part
Now it’s your turn
To bring the goods
into my hell
So many stories
So many tales
Nothing was done
We’ve seen friends
Seen girls
Nothing’s wrong
I’m willing I’m able
Eating at the dinner table
I’m willing I’m able
And I’ll get my revenge
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3. |
Lullaby (feat. Héloïse)
03:28
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Good night
Don’t shed a tear
Papa’s gonna buy you
A Ferrari car
Good night
Don’t breathe a word
We’ll soon
Land in Dubai
Daddy’s
Got business in there
He has an affair
And the devil may care
But you don’t
‘cause you’re a spoiled brat
And in twenty years
You’ll be worse than your dad
Enjoy
It all while it lasts
Fuck up all you can
But remember your past
Tonight
You can be yourself
A rich kid
And no offense, but…
Empty evenings,
Bathtub mornings
And the damned
Staring at you
Through the window
Don’t waste time
We’ll waste it for you
(I said)
Good night
Don’t shed a tear
Papa’s gonna buy you
A ferrari car
Good night
Don’t give a shit
Your family’s plastic
But bourgeoisie’s nice
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4. |
Sable de Nuit
02:22
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5. |
About Jonjo
06:05
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Well, that was your chance
You know it
That was your chance
You know it
You can’t take anyone’s guess
That was your cue
There’s a gate
Well, that was your cue
There’s a gate
By the place you once left
And Time
Time
Time and time again
(x1000)
It left us wondering
(X2)
Getting spaced out
With Jonjo down by the pool
The smoke is flowing
Through our bones and we should
Try to look good and shit
But man
That’s who we are
(X4)
I see you as a child
You’re so bored
I see you as a child
You’re so bored
And you care about me
It may be your voice
But it’s the right kind of mood
It may be your voice
But it’s the right kind of mood
To get lost in the woods
In yourself
In the woods
In yourself
In the woods
(X10000000)
Getting spaced out
With Jonjo down by the pool
The smoke is flowing
Through our bones and we should
Try to look good and shit
But man
That’s who we are
(X4)
When you sing through the night
You remind me of a time
It was like two years ago
We were laughing crazy, hazed
And we feasted, we couldn’t rest
Now the old castle runs empty
Life went his way, you went elsewhere
And we’re stuck on a loop
And we’re stuck on a loop
And we’re stuck on a loop
Those guys still can’t understand
Your enthusiasm for the living
Your protection from the dead
Your empathy for the needy
At which point did you stop to care ?
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Illbe Liège, Belgium
Obsédé par des bandes son troubles et en recherche de sérénité, Illbe est un animal hybride, un exilé cosmique.
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