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Cute Notes EP
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Cute Notes EP
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Cute Notes EP
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Cute Notes EP
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Au champ des souchets EP
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Au champ des souchets
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Au champ des souchets EP
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Au champ des souchets EP
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Au champ des souchets EP
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243 EP
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243 EP
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243 EP
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243 EP
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243 EP
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Naphtaline&Nonchalance
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2:39
2.57 MB
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Teignmouth Electron EP - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Golden Globe Race
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1:00
0.97 MB
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Teignmouth Electron EP - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Teignmouth Electron EP - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Teignmouth Electron EP - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Teignmouth Electron EP - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Karst Argentine
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3:05
2.98 MB
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Teignmouth Electron EP - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Teignmouth Electron EP - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Memoration (smaragd)
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7:02
6.79 MB
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Teignmouth Electron - 2017
243 Donald Crowhurst Golden Globe Race
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Lyrics translation:
Fertilizing the seconds,
the ellipse is an idyll ,
setting out the renunciations,
the hesitation, the evidence,
the elevation, the outcome,
reluctant punctuation,
a last point is too blurred,
the end?
The weight of a body at the bottom of a beam,
to pass from rushes to fall,
then from the vault to the hold,
between indolence and wailing, without sens,
the insistent tumult, the hebetude,
servitude under certainties that lie for ages,
lucre , the sacred and the fear of lack,
sugar, the mind enamored of great expectations,
in cells and temples, languor without locks,
black eminences, sacrifices to the dusk,
I question myself, groping along,
imprisoning my own through tempting solutions,
the reason of this whisper?
A thrill in the torment,
Accusing the routine, or assume coasting ,
enclose by doubts and heavy additions, muted results,
the complaint is clumsy , waits in the queue,
pulling a long face, sad visit, wornout, living without targets,
gaining centimeters and cents ,
selling handkerchiefs, rainbows or hantises...
the fallen joys, just bend our spine,
negotiating for storefront happiness,
laughable...
attracted by the precision of the unspeakable,
undecided but predictable , I fornicate the impossible.
I question myself, groping along,
imprisoning my own through dreadful solutions,
the reason of my whisper?
A thrill in my torment.
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Codépendance
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3:22
3.26 MB
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Lyrics translation:
Some perfumes and the stubborn sorrows of plenitude,
Intentions are habits, staggering ambitions,
The wise makes everything paltry, study is dispensable,
Desirable means perishable, as the virtues are illusory,
Omniscient pain, oblivion liqueurs,
Innocent follies in the fold of a lost dream,
The reality is jealous, it hounds those that persist,
Andalusian curves to the bottom of the next vacuities,
The time and its presence, dementia plan,
Vehement melody that confusion praises,
Resignation ramping, bites of the gloom,
Fatality, rictus, exemplary excuses selection,
And the ceiling haunts me, dreading the glow,
If I fall in love, the disdain lifts me up,
The city is impalpable, embedded in the flesh,
Automates with dyed pallor, strings at the viscera,
Many atoms at the beach sniffing nitrogen vapors,
Enough for when they return to their cage they rediscover comfort,
The skull is made that way, it absorbs exorbitance,
The drama of the still is to rost without offenses,
The flank of the youth, sacrificed to glory,
Enthusiasm face down, boredom coming to verge the story,
The time and its presence, dementia plan,
Vehement melody that confusion praises.
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Lyrics translation:
Seeing the light of the day, chrysanthemum being offered,
« forever »? less a promise than an anathema.
of love? I do only remember the love of desolation,
vain domestic scenes for a mind carousel,
seeing the light of the day, and fastly rub the night,
since the apathy invite blank stares to the chasm,
suffer in silence, forget the powder magazine and beg the formicary to keep you alive,
they grab your smiles but depreciate your tears,
go get the mop or entrust you to the appearances,
this is the sad reality my daughter,
I remains, before undergoing the term,
mothered the hope, paradoxically,
lost between gray and dark matter,
seeing the light of the day, the mower observe the incubator,
the gods are deaf, imagination is deceitful,
flirting will not avoid your doubts,
growing side by side to turn off neck and neck,
for some rubles many low blows,
all there tips are guilty,
seeing courteous petty bourgeois,
asking some sneaky whys,
its the joust, that remplaced our games, our struggles,
its a run, hot asphalt on the nape,
mothered the hope, paradoxically,
lost between gray and dark matter.
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Paroles du morceau/ Lyrics:
Grandir, c´est mourir un petit peu,
Sourire, s´essuyer les yeux,
L´angoisse, l´innocence sur l´ardoise.
Grandir, c´est périr sans les dieux,
Nourrir les soupirs du feu,
Au revoir ! L´essence dans l´arrosoir.
Grandir, c´est faire mûrir les plaisirs, les vœux,
Chérir un trop plein de peu,
Voir faiblir le désir à deux.
Lyrics translation:
Growing up is dying a little,
Smiling, while you dry your eyes,
Anxiety. The innocence on the slate.
Growing up is to perish without gods,
Feeding the sighs of fire,
Goodbye! Fuel in the watering can.
Growing up is ripening wishes and pleasures,
To cherish an overflow of almost nothing,
To see the weakining desire of two.
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