1. |
TAS
00:18
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"merde, la compile"
(2013, We’re Only In It For The Presents VII)
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2. |
The Start
02:04
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fuck it baby
we've been poppy for too long
blank moods make insipid songs
now summer leaves as swiftly as it comes.
and you don't know shit about those exquisite
moments when you're exactly where you wanna be
but if you do, yeah if you do
well then, my bad, my bad, my bad, my bad.
no white noise in my mind.
am i deaf? am i tired?
a work. a joy. a tired routine.
a pulse, a pulse, a dumb pulse so we don't disappear.
useless music, you make me sleep (pa pa la la la)
inferior art, you dark dead meat (pa pa la la la)
yet it still means something when i sing "pa pa la la la",
and i guess it's precious because one day it will leave.
(but for now)
sounds! bring us away!
craft something to cling to and smile!
like it was at the start!
yeah, the start.
(2012, We’re Only In It For The Ice Creams IV)
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3. |
August 31st
05:12
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Dead holidays, the tiredness that i cannot erase
Oh, I'm amazed by the emptiness of my days
The summer's still here for a while
But who would really believe that?
It's the last day of august I
recall memories to kill some time
Days and days of happiness
The sun has cooked my salty face
My friends, you know you're the greatest
You see, you see, I can be glad sometimes
It's always like a little death when you say goodbye
Oh, remember in may,
how we couldn't wait for july to come
Oh, remember the way you counted the days,
wasn't fast enough
We said we'd do an awful lot
of things cuz finally we had time
And tho we haven't finished much
I do not give a damn because we had a lot of fun
Days and days of happiness
The sun has cooked my salty face
My friends, you know you're the greatest
You see, you see, I can be glad sometimes
It's always like a little death when you say goodbye
Oh, the endless sadness of the
tear that wet your eye a little
When you just packed up all your stuff
cuz you're coming back home
When you were ten
you thanked the place
told rooms "farewell"
Hey, I still do it!
Cuz it all pass out in a minute or so
Just to think that it's over and it feels like years ago
Cuz it all pass out just as when you think so
One second you were ok and next you feel like a hole
Days! Nights! Happiness!
Sun! Wipe! All my face!
My friends, you know you're the greatest
You see, you see, I can be glad sometimes
It was nice, it was nice, it was nice
It's always like a little death when you say goodbye
What you're now mourning for
is not good times, but just yourself
(2009, We’re Only In It For The Ice Creams)
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4. |
Come To Gutter
03:21
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it snowed during night, morning, everything was white
it snowed and didn't stop, but we saw it before, we didn't care that much
but then there were a lot, we couldn't open doors, we couldn't get outside
it got so cold and dark, the glass exploded and suddenly the roof cracked
on and on the snow came from above
yeah on and on until we almost drowned
and on and on our bodies got so cold
and we couldn't cry, cuz our tears were ice
on and on our heartbeats got so slow
yeah on and on we reached an all-time low
the whole world is freezing but it doesn't seem colder than usual
then suddenly it stopped, and up above our heads, we saw a huge hot sun
the snow became water, finally we could breathe, we thought it was over
but then we felt the heat, the light burned our skin, and we became flabby
on and on, our bodies soften up
yeah on and on, our fat became water
and on and on, the temperature rose
and we couldn't scream, cuz we were melting
on and on, we couldn't even move
yeah on and on, our insides were like glue
your whole life's in fusion cuz you're so full of ice in your heart
we're frozen zeros finally reaching the melting point
look at what we are now
a puddle of melted bones
a dirty gutter for home
like nothing had changed at all
(2009, We’re Only In It For The Presents III)
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5. |
France Miniature
00:58
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what's the time? have i slept?
is it over yet?
am i done? is there hope?
what is wrong? and will i cope?
the past is a small small box
if i could get out of time
the past is a small small small box
if i could get out of time...
...i would
(2014, We’re Only In It For The Rentrée)
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6. |
Préavis
02:07
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"bonjour, c'est le aids. je vous envoie ce morceau pour vous faire part de mon choix d'arrêter définitivement la musique. en effet, suite au décès spontané d'un oncle richissime qui m'était inconnu, j'ai hérité d'une énorme somme d'argent. avec celle-ci, je suis parti m'installer à miami dans une immense villa, à l'intérieur de laquelle je mène une existence de reclus, de mondain et de baron de la drogue".
i wasn't here the last time
i was really busy being super grumpy
but then the world didn't stop
so what is it implying ?
that i'm not vital to this ?
who still makes pop nowadays ?
who still cares for choruses ?
and who still likes majors chords ?
you bunch of jerk just make noise
endless jams in your basements
art's not improvisation
frankly, you don't deserve me
(or... or maybe not)
sometimes, it's hard
to find what gets you going on
so i, i won't
i'll hide and let you carry on and on and on
cuz now i've got the greens
look at my shit
why would i make crappy songs for you ?
i've got pools to swim
i've got bitches too
"ne vous en faites pas pour moi. je suis bien plus heureux maintenant que j'ai pu l'être durant la totalité de ma courte et inutile carrière. je profite du soleil. je ne fais rien. au revoir tout le monde".
(2013, We’re Only In It For The Ice Creams V)
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7. |
Say Yes To Life
03:52
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with your head stuck on the window of your noisy surburb train
you're stunned by the amount of normal people who work from nine to seven
you want a different life with odd places and friends that would make you look special
you are scared of this guy near you who phones his wife just to tell her he's coming home but
it's ok, he's not sad
he has said yes to life
it's not wasting time that
living just like anyone
and on the little pages of your tiny notebook you keep writing those lines :
"We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting"
and you read it again, finding the words of this boredom you can't describe in someone else poetry, but
it's ok, don't trust that
books are not the real life
it's not wasting time that
living just like anyone
it's ok, don't be sad
no big things will come to you but
oh you still have life
just not the one you'd have liked
it's ok, don't be sad
and just say yes to life
it is not wasting time
to live like anyone
(2010, évoqué pour We’re Only In It For The Ice Creams II)
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8. |
Disease
02:48
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faces
boxes
scotch, cardboard
a body
lies here
and the grave
is all paved
with ashes of extinct fires
like an epidemic
houses and big cities
are in quarantine now
there's a disease spreading there
it has poisoned the air
if we breath what's in there
we'll choke after a short while
do we mind?
constant pain in the throat
cold sweat roll on your frown
now there are no places left to be
safe and stay sane
we should burn all of them
they're ugly, they're rotten
they bring back nothing but rust
all the time
people are hideous now
dirt coming from their mouths
pus pouring on their skins
they became monsters and freaks
they are so disgusting
their insides breaking down
moldy guts with brown blood
all the flesh, all the hate
the filth that we'll never wash
all the flesh, all the hate
the filth was there from the start
in our hearts
(2010, We’re Only In It For The Presents IV)
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9. |
Degradation
03:04
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whatcha gonna do?
it’s the rain that’s killing you
you’re going "ah ah ah"
light from a screen, switching names but in your dreams
like a copy, call
in a wink or in a wank
missy degradation
a quote is better than yogurt
you go "what?"
third reich at home
like a slap but with the tongue
like i knew it all and i know it all indeed
oh, baby, why don’t you close the door?
oh, baby, why don’t you sneeze then snore?
oh, baby, why should i spit on god?
oh, baby, why does he sing so loud?
diapers from my mom
yes, she knows i write some songs
but she’s not "wow"
"gosh what a waste,
if we could, he would have been a priest in the middle-ages,
but they are so old-fashioned"
in the gallery, painting’s dumb, walls are pretty
and you go : "sky?"
"what is it for? if i could, i’d fill it all
with my big big mouth and the trivia of my life"
oh, baby, why do you breathe like that?
oh, baby, why do you call at night?
oh, baby, why those knocks on the wall?
oh, babe, last words of the song
but at the end, i’ll add others like these
the kind you don’t add in the lyric sheet, yeah
(2011, We’re Only In It For The Ice Creams III)
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10. |
Depleted
02:34
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Bitter days and happy ends have walked us by
This is it, the final stage, concords at last
Easy fights and unseen loss are taught by heart
This is it, the closing note and time to recount
You smile at awkward stories,
Give to ex-you kicks in the head
(Shame lost its teeth as went the days)
Slightly proud of blurred chapters :
The old-timer sense of fullness
(You did good, or at least your best)
Yet, if the count seem fitting,
One thingʼs carrying over
That you never wholly got over with
('cause it's still hard to recognize)
...how faint was the sound of your voice
(2011, We’re Only In It For The Presents V)
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11. |
Prettyland
03:42
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a boat, a destiny,
a way across the sea
to prettyland we'll sail
your arms, they make you sick
it's all automatic
from C, just head to A
get rid of medicine
electricity's a sin
in prettyland you will
it's all the same, let's try again
eardrums in my dustpan
escape from home, earth was too small
therefore came back home tired
it's a bit like a remedy
a calcination to be free
of that stinking thing that i call : "me"
a world you didn't see
new life, no memory
fresh start by pressing B
a lady lay delayed
a mean man may mean hey
never in prettyland
the sun : bored of the sky
five times five in hawaii
the game ends with a tie
a paddle in your hands
ready to make porcelain
there are peas in prettyland
i found a goal, the road was closed
i stood there til midnight
walk like in school, it's not as cool
your teeth on all these caps
kill your hero, tear his photo
once it's done, have some pie
no one to blame, you've always been
bound to be oh so tired
it's a relevant remedy
a calcination to be free
of that sticking thing that i call : "me"
you are very ugly
it's OK, so are we
in prettyland, you'll see
in your rotten country
it's hard for the kidney
hey prettyland, we're here
there's no one by your side
go barefoot in the wild
lazy just like your rock
it's not "you're horrible"
it's just "it's getting old"
to prettyland, hip hip hip hooray
(2010, We’re Only In It For The Ice Creams II)
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dear santa claus, i know it's been a while
since i last send you a letter, perhaps
ten years or so, can't remember, i hope
that all is ok in the north pole
i used to tell you i've been a good boy
that i deserved tons of useless toys
but this year i do not want anything
here's my blank list for you who don't exist
but, oh, as years went by, the ones who told me you were real died
so, writing this tonight make them live a little through this lie
and it goes and keeps on coming all the time
another christmas eve
another rotten year
it keeps on coming and then one day it stops
and it goes faster and faster as time pass
and life will be stuck in this lovely routine
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
oh, santa claus, i wished when i was 8
that i'd be able to find you one day
you would bring me in your secret place
and i'd become your young associate
i'd help you in giving kids their presents
then we would rest for the rest of the year
so i wouldn't have to work at all
and, just like you, i would never grow old
but oh, one day in class, a boy told us you were a lie
and no, it did not make me sad, it was just the very first of
billions disappointments that i had
and it goes and keeps on coming all the time
another christmas eve
another rotten year
it keeps on coming and then one day it stops
and it goes faster and faster as time pass
and life will be stuck in this lovely routine
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
from coming
and in front of the christmas tree
grand-ma says "it's pretty,
but i don't know how many
of those i've left to see"
oh santa claus i want you back
oh happy days i want you back
oh wasted years i want you back
why have you forsaken me, why?
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
and it's coming
(2008, We’re Only In It For The Presents II)
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13. |
Ring
01:49
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life is a record and it's fucked up when you switch to side b
so, at least, choose the final track carefully
your legacy won't amount to anything at all
a certificate at the city hall
a bunch of songs you chose for your funeral
i was angry i was sad
i was bitter i was glad
i was sick i was ok
there's nothing else i can be
there's nothing else i can say
in limbo, gentle and soft
into the warmth of the bed
let's wait till our pills wear off
that's how it's gonna end
(2015, We’re Only In It For The Flowers)
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14. |
When I'm Gone
02:24
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son, whaccha doing?
can't you see you're turning soft and blank, kid?
son, whaccha doing?
don't you see the houses of dust you're building?
hey buddy boy, it's nature you're spoiling
me, i'll be outta here by morning, yeah
taking notes, drunk and proud
you know it all, but son :
you're gonna miss me when i'm gone
son son son! got it wrong!
all this crap about moving on? yeah
son son son, SHUT UP NOW!
be the book, not the table of content
hey little brat, is this where you're going?
right, i'll be outta here by morning, yeah
taking notes, drunk and proud
you know it all, but son :
you're gonna miss me when i'm gone
and i'll be gone
yes, it's so fucking hard to get along!
but do it anyway!
(2013, enregistré pour We’re Only In It For The Ice Creams V)
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Le Aids France
(2007-2022)
"pop music as a disease"
"gagner la sortie" est sorti (sic).
www.fb.com/leaids
@leaids
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