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Freedom
02:27
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Are you ready to be free on the street while the sun is burning ?
But all you can see is silly people, so you keep walking.
Ten people with paper, otherwise you better running.
Keep your meter if you meet her without mask and you wanna talking.
All the restaurants are closed, so now you got the choice.
Go home to not take a risk, or keep tanning with your tiny clothes.
Schools opening early, what happening is real.
Other countries act for people, here we go for economy.
They say we are free
But when could we see the sea
Are you ready to be free because you feel twenty-nine degrees ?
But all you can see is silly people, so you keep walking.
So now let's be honest, we are all afraid about the disease.
But we hate the norms to keep working.
The summer is coming, the wheels are not rolling.
But you can't leave the country and your holidays are nothing.
Baby, the beach is far away, maybe for the next year.
Together we fought this shit, medical staff can say fuck yeah !
They say we are free
But when could we see the sea
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Without Meaning
01:37
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Here we go again, every week, for another song.
Should I talk about the world where everything is going wrong?
This disease decreases in this country
Please be safe even if the dress is not funny.
Feel that sound that coming, so maybe you better cuming.
Stop your kiss, they tell these motherfuckers should running.
Enough talking about bad news, every people in a bad mood.
There's nothing else good, we're afraid about people we can lose.
Who don't give a shit about a text ?
Nobody reads what I write in my lyrics.
What a speech, what a speed, need a rest.
But everything on the paper use to know my limits.
I have no idea what I write,
but I feel a good sound in my skin, that's right.
I don't think I deliver my last flight,
But I got a last inkjet for tonight.
This is how to make a song without meaning.
These eight weeks of this housebound, end in screaming.
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Skins burns into the deckchairs.
Tears run behind the windows.
She's hurt, and smile since ten years.
He's learns, but his brain is down.
Girl, stop crying, no one worries.
Locked for long weeks, we feel oppressed.
Some choose to read, some knock stories.
Don't stay laying, you've earned a life of rest.
Give him your hand, and he won't take it now.
Give him your face, and he gonna hit you down.
In front of them, he looks like a perfect man.
Is he gonna change, the answer can't be known.
She dreams about travel, but no, she can't.
She would like another life, but keep it quiet.
She loves cake and maple, but he say she's on a diet.
She would like tells her mother bye, but now she can't.
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Blank Page
03:02
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Blank page, anxiety to write another song.
It's average, basically I'm not fucking wrong.
Why looking for a meaning when you just don't needed ?
Lyrics you could write are useless, so why you did it ?
I have nothing to say
I have nothing to say
But I got a song to write
Yeah I feel this sound is right
I made a rock song before to sleep.
I could have made it easy, yeah but no.
I know my lyrics are a piece of shit
I don't give a fuck if you tell me so.
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Went Back Later
02:26
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Now it's over, I'm free, yeah I'm free, I think it's better that way.
There a few moments where I feel, I feel so empty and sad.
And if I write some songs about you, it's one of theses days.
But I don't wanna bother you if you're busy, busy to be mad.
I think it's funny. Yesterday the sun was shinning up in the sky.
All I though was where are my milkshake, my glasses and my ice cream.
Today the sky is cloudy, the rain wet the grass and my lies.
My thoughts are tangled enough to write this, write this like a scream.
Maybe my life is poor and meaningless, but I'm ok with that.
Maybe our relation was doomed to fail, 'cause you treat me like a waste.
Maybe I was an asshole and I was lost, I was lost since our first date.
Maybe you took me out of hell, but we went, but we went back later in mess.
I feel
Free
I feel
Empty
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Arts Tristes (ft Niels)
01:57
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J'écris des phrases avec des mots que tu ne comprends pas.
J'ai puisé l'millésime de mon inspi depuis le Corona.
J'm'épuise et puis les rimes défilent, j'inspire tel un pseudomona.
Polymerase, mais cette demo démontre que je n'suis pas lambda.
J'ai le soucis du détail quand il s'agit d'écrire des textes
Avec amour et des insultes, et ce depuis qu'on m'a fait naître
J'ai fait le tour des fils de pute depuis la vue de ma fenêtre
Virée drastique comme du bétail, mais t'as pas saisi le contexte
Déconfiné, dès qu’on fini,
Je vois affiner des cons finis,
Dès qu’on venais, voile de venin sur la toile à l’infini,
Pour ton quotidien de fêtard, qui lui dormait,
tu sais que t’as tord eh tu fais bien mais tu fais tard.
Pouvoir sauver la faune et la flore sans aucuns efforts,
Pour une fois qu’être dans son confort, donner formes et forces,
Coincé dans mon château fort quand l’effort me force
A venir gratter dans mon amphore quelques mots qui t’effleurent,
T'es mort !
Ma plume est aiguisée pour diriger les rimes de mon passage
J'me passe de la déprime si mes six cordes font des ravages
Je gratte avec des mines une esquisse forte sur toute la page
J'aime plus me déguiser pour v'nir gérer mes milles démons pas sages.
Je ralenti le rythme ouais, pour être sûr que tu me suives
T'es le seul à déprimer, mes journées sont loin d'être vides
Ils veulent être déconfinés, pour sortir la tête ivre
T'aimerai changer de vie mais, elle sera toujours livide.
Qui n'a pas l'envie de donner son avis ?
Un bon peut donner sa vie dans le but d'abandonner son vice
Fallait bien qu’on vive, avec ou sans convives,
tu n’apportes plus d’attention aux sacs qu’on vide,
mais c’est ça qu’ont vit.
Je vais rien inventer, pourquoi me vanter ?
Ne me parlez pas du beau temps qu’il y a dehors,
Pourquoi nous tenter ?
Conviction du jour, fictions mises à jours,
Certains ne faisaient plus la bise avant l’arrivée du Covid.
Crois-moi, trois mois c’est rien dans ta vie,
T’attends ton tour et retournes ta ville
Vas-y tues le respect mais personne t’envie
C’est con car même si t’es prêt, bah tu sonnes dans le vide.
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The Unbelievable Ginger France
Rock&Rap - French Artist
Influenced by :
RATM | The Black Keys | Shaka Ponk | Eminem | Royal Republic | Kasabian | Nekfeu
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