She used to kiss me before going to work
Title | She used to kiss me before going to work |
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Artist | The Burmese Days |
Album | The Great Depression of Sutra |
Release Date | 2021-12-20 |
Description | I was originaly stuck for this song with several musical parts. I decided to paste them together in a schyzophrenial song like i love with some instruments which stays along the transitions. For the lyrics I started as often with a love/breakup song but as the second track was dedicated to the female character of the comic Les Captains I decided to include more and more feminism thoughts. The whole lyrics are not fully about that but it’s still the main idea. Some lines also deals with drugs problem. |
Lyrics | Angélique a un don, celui d’en voler un aux morts Du moins elle l’avait Thor à tort il lui fallait retrouver ses menus larcins, car elle avait beau en pâtir, c’était toujours le meilleur moyen de communiquer avec ceux indéfiniment absents En arrêtant les échanges elle relançait la maladie Vain abandon quand enfin quelqu’un voulait la voir sourire A coup de placebos aquarelles elle avait finir par penser que lе problème était dans sa tête comme lеs voix du martien qui se couchait à ses côtés Le moindre mouvement devenait un appel, dort-elle vraiment ? Un feu follet sur le val s’apprêtait à s’embraser, jusqu’à ses lèvres Il aura fallu attendre le Shambhala pour que l’on se parle vraiment… Nicolas and you and I are chained You can ask and I cannot explain This wasn't supposed to be the end this way Mistakes always replace other mistakes I need to leave with a begpack Walking so far with her beg Walking so far with her begpack Walking so far with her begpack pretending to forget all the mess She lost her dog And also her grandma But it's nothing compared to losing him So why is it so hard to fill this void ? Is it broken, or closed for all ? Take your pills and sleep in Kodeialand Take your pills and survey behind Take your pills and say «Society» Take your pills and vomit it Throw your pills and listen the Lhamo "Shazam !" "Damn ! Damn !" "- I don't know why this keep happening. I take these amazing women and I ruin them - I'm not "ruined" - I don't listen - It is definitely very annoying how you don't listen - Thank you ! But you don't have to say nice things just to make me feel better - What do all of these women have in common ? Young. You keep dating women in their twenties. They're not fully formed yet. Life changes people. You don't ruin these women they just grow up? - So what you're saying is : They'll all grow up but I'll stay the same age ? - Or.. you grow up. Beacause otherwise they're gonna keep outgrowing you. You mind if I try ? " You might also likeYou were my blue eyes And you were my swimming pool You and I My art attack You are yellow Hailey Chrysanthem rubellum Crabs and doggies My art attack You are in every verse I married a souvenir Ukiyo-e on the wall My art attack You are a su-person Not an illusion I couldn't see you My art attack (My art attack) You were my temperance (You were a chance) And you were my fury tale (Pari-Banou) Sutra and Karma (You are Vata) My art attack (My art attack) You are a mountain (Snowboard fall) A top that I can't reach (Tangerine Trip) Machu and Picchu (You are Macchu) My art attack (my art attack) You are Zaha Hadid (Valero) Kazuyo Sejima (Rintoshite) Carme Pigem (Hamdard) My architect (My art attack) I tried all the dead ends (Consummatum est) All paths leads to you (Golden bricks) Rome to Madinina (To Sierra) My art attack (My art attack) Who is in the picture ? (Your face) What name's on the street ? (Your name) Behind the shadow (Red dwarf) My heat attack (My heat attack) Fleeing the death mushroom (Death Trumpets) Paralysed in my dreams (Lights out) Surviving on your own (Bovarysme) My art attack (My art attack) Tu es le voyage (voyage) Jupiter du système (Fur Venus) Toi et moi (et toi) Ton cœur m'attaque (Ton cœur m'attaque) You were my grey eyes (my green eyes) You're everything I need (you're everything) You and You (and you and you) My art attack (my art attack) I was your curly hair (you can touch it) And I was your headphones (I put on) Me and you (me) Your art attack (your art attack) |