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Mr Back in the day
03:23
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"Mr. Back in the day"
You killed your queen in the back.
You made it as if it was a crack
To feel something real.
You played the game like a spoiled brat.
Why are you trying to catch you out
To feel something big ?
Mr Back in the day,
It will be about you in the last blast,
Mr Back !
It’s just the biggest sting I’ve never seen
To make a lie by a dry cry,
To kill like that mother and queen
But your fears will never die.
You burned your past on this picture.
All has the color of the anger,
There is something clear.
You sing elegies on your knees,
That’s the way it fucking is
To have something real !
Mr Back in the day,
It will be about you in the last blast,
Mr Back !
Your kiss has no more first-day sheen.
How many pride have you killed ?
You know, you don’t seem very keen.
Your desert is going to be hard to build.
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The Maze
02:43
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"The Maze"
I’m trying to find something in my mind
But this isn’t time to have the blue one.
Am I like that ? Am I like that ?
She’s all dressed in black, she’s got lilac mind,
I’m lost in her tracks, all the colour was mine.
This is a fact. Is she like that ?
We drunk our lifes like dogs on the way !
She wants love, she wants hate and just dreaming away,
I want to keep her in my pocket like a smashing pain.
In light, in the dark, picture remains the same
Like the center of the maze when you cannot play,
No enter, no escape, this is the price to pay
To look above concrete !
If I don’t see a sign in the crumbling light,
If everything I hear seems like a burning cry,
If all that is written has began to ignite
Can I go back ? Can I go back ?
I can’t dodge her breast, her mind spreads on the book,
The color is undressed, all the black on the floor.
I am very obsessed by her dizzy gold shore
And I like that ! Yes, I like that !
Am I like that ? Yes I’m like that !
We drunk our lifes like dogs on the way,
She wants love, she wants hate and just dreaming away,
I want to keep her in my pocket like a smashing pain.
No enter, no escape, this is the price to pay,
Like the center of the maze when you cannot play,
In light, in the dark, all thoughts remain the same :
Can you get more ? Hiding the sore. Can you get more ?
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"Living on the second floor"
I wanna feel the great love
Whispering in the din.
I want you to taste
The ink under my skin.
I wanna touch despair
Beneath her silken smile.
All that I can’t repair
Could be as sweet as a sigh.
But I live on the second floor
A scarless life and nothing more,
And I know that behind my door
There’s not what I’m looking for.
I wanna be the one
The black gift of her soul.
I wanna be this knight
Wandering out of control.
But I live on the second floor
A scarless life and nothing more,
And I know that behind my door
There’s not what I’m looking for.
As the knight kiss the fight !
Ask the night leave the fight !
She has gray eyes and even worse,
Watching the smoke rise,
It could be worse,
Oh oh It could be worse...
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Skinny bright bride
03:16
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"Skinny bright bride"
You’re walking on this bridge like
A broken doll far of Jack’s bar fights.
Black as midnight on the moonless night,
That’s like the coffee that the agent likes.
Where is Cooper ? Where is his milky skin ?
Where is the fire, his original sin ?
At One eyed Jack that’s a last goodbye,
Let’s have a look at the silent guy.
Fire, walk with me to the needles of his eyes,
We didn’t finish the food of his lies.
I know the devil is in the details
And I saw a word’s trail under her nails.
You don’t know shit about shit !
You don’t know shit about shit !
Are you on crash ?
You don’t know shit about shit !
You don’t know shit about shit !
Do you hear my smash ?
In this town the stream is a swirl,
Let’s have a look at the new girl.
She’s waiting for a white knight
But she’s just a skinny bright bride.
Just a skinny bright bride !
Just a skinny bright bride !
Just a skinny bright bride !
On this rusty bridge like a broken doll
She knows there is no angel’s call.
Where is Cooper ? Where’s his milky skin ?
Where is the fire, his original sin ?
You don’t know shit about shit...
Ah ahahah ah ah ahahah...
You’re just a skinny bright bride !
You’re just a skinny bright bride !
You’re just a skinny bright bride !
You’re just a skinny bright bride !
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Dream of stone
04:32
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"Dream of stone"
I can’t fix it I’m in front of Carmen
Just watching it seeing all pictures’s fallen.
All this mess in her eyes is pollen,
Skinny flower made of paper stolen.
It’s all that’s she is... a dream of stone
It’s all that’s she is... a dream of stone
It’s all that’s she is.
She’s just a song and crime of opaline
That you can hear all the god damn week-end
Like bright and dark passenger’s whispering.
It’s time to face her shameless breast : quit stalling !
It’s all that’s she is... a dream of stone
It’s all that’s she is... a dream of stone
It’s all that’s she is.
I can’t fix it I’m in front of Carmen
Just watching it seeing all picture's fallen.
All this mess in her eyes is pollen,
Skinny flower made of paper stolen.
It’s all that’s she is... a dream of stone
It’s all that’s she is... a dream of stone
It’s all that’s she is.
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Flesh and flowers
03:38
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"Flesh and Flowers"
I just want to taste this concrete.
If you don’t want to taste just go away.
Tell me : are you angry or love sick ?
I can’t make this problem go away.
Hey, Red, look at the fire of the sky,
It shines as the smile you hide.
Something goes and makes your feeling petrified,
With the sweet heat of the sun you’ll get by.
The skipper’s skull is very broken down,
All is drifting, all is letdown.
Your school’s skip rope is really fare away now,
All is floating, start the countdown.
All the sailors took the care of be quiet,
The frozen words are lost in the waves,
Devoured soon by the sun of Red’s riot
Because her hidden eyes are not slaves.
I got It, ! I got it ! This creeping message !
I keep it ! I keep it ! I’m not lost in the rage !
I got It ! I got it ! Your crying message !
I keep it ! I keep it, I’m staying on stage !
She just wants to taste this concrete.
If you don’t want to taste just go away.
Tell her : are you angry or love sick ?
She can’t make this problem go away.
Flesh and flowers made you fucking die awfully,
Just thinking and don’t see.
Flesh and flowers dressed your stupid life wrongly,
Your anger flows by the sea.
I got It, ! I got it ! This creeping message !
I keep it ! I keep it ! I’m not lost in the rage !
I got It ! I got it ! Your crying message !
I keep it ! I keep it, I’m staying on stage !
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7. |
All his blue is gone
02:50
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"All his Blue is gone"
Just a jerk on my way,
I’m out of my mind.
Just a step to decay,
What’s the point to climb ?
Angels are gone away,
That’s the curse I found.
I wish it was Sunday
And it makes me feel down.
I must stop saying stupid things,
Nobody’s bleeding on the floor below !
I must stop saying stupid things,
And let that shit go !
What I have to do ? Tidy up my lands ?
What I have to do ? To tidy up ?
What I have to do ? To clean up my hands ?
That’s all I can do before I screwed up.
Just a noise on my way,
I think I heard a crime.
Just myself is ok,
Is this dust blind ?
Should I leave this way ?
There’s too mess in my mind !
I’m not made for doomsday,
Vanished in whiny wind.
No one can protect anyone,
I’d better not mess with Heisenberg.
No one can tell where his Blue is gone,
Let that shit go !
What I have to do ? Tidy up my lands ?
What I have to do ? To tidy up ?
What I have to do ? To clean up my hands ?
That’s all I can do before I screwed up !
Just a judge on my way,
The jumble in my eyes.
All my mind on display
Discolors my disguise.
All that meth on my way,
Can you see my crown ?
I’m the king of decay,
Kiss me before I drown.
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"Nobody knows the dead man"
William Blake knows Nobody,
He heard his name by the banshee.
It was like a sick lighthouse
Who didn’t know his misty house.
William Blake knows Nobody,
He sees his face in all he sees.
In his diseases he’s a dead man,
When he’s writing he’s a madman.
Is this a lie ? Or a white man’s trick ?
‘Cause he knows his words and he cannot speak.
I talk loud, saying nothing !
Do you know my poetry ?
I talk loud, saying nothing !
Do you know my poetry ?
I can’t forget, and all I see :
Dark passenger who shouts in me.
He’s inside his head and he wants to be
On the lips of the banshee.
It seems like a sick lighthouse
Who doesn’t know his misty house.
He is this guy who shows his battle scar ?
Who wants to be his brother now ?
I talk loud, saying nothing !
Do you know my poetry ?
I talk loud, saying nothing !
Do you know my poetry ?
Where is the trigger of my poetry ?
Where is the man that I wanted to be ?
Things which are alike,
In nature, grow to look alike...
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9. |
Cannot find your sorrow
05:08
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"Cannot find your sorrow"
I know why you never cry,
Lost in the last love’s goodbye
In the comeback of her lie.
You ask why you have to die,
Using the sharp edge of your eye
To ward off bad luck and black dogs of your pride.
You can’t find your sorrow,
Just hearing a vague echo
Dying with the high sparrow
With something you really know.
You know why ? It is so high
To be a kind of good guy
When your trial is a trick and you’ve got evil eye !
It’s worth a try, you shouldn’t be tired,
Prove that you’re not a wise guy,
You won’t hear a lullaby.
You can’t find your sorrow,
Just hearing a vague echo
Dying with the high sparrow
With something you really know.
Staring at the mackerel sky,
Remember, you smoked on the sly
Waiting for nothing, drawing a line with a sigh.
You’ve got sly smile but you scrape by.
There’s no sadness with a lie,
Condemned to joy of pride.
You can’t find your sorrow,
Just hearing a vague echo
Dying with the high sparrow
With something you really know.
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Black Gift Montpellier, France
"Black Gift" is Dumè's musical project, born out of not much to try to snatch a few frozen words from the Dive
bottle.
"Black Gift" est le projet musical de Dumè, né de pas grand-chose pour tenter d’arracher quelques paroles gelées au fin mot de la Dive bouteille.
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