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Déjà Vu
04:08
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A cold night out in Prague
An empty bed full of regrets
Are all that’s left from you
And I crave a thicker shell
Humiliating the way they danced around
But if that means being close to you
Then frustration’s my best pal
His shadow still standing next to you
Two years are gone
Your friend just put me down
My tears will dry out
It wasn't worth trying for so long
So tired to be an eternal coward
I wonder how it is to love and to be loved
Mister narrator will you conclude this tale?
Will the Beauty love the Beast at last?
Too many pages were scrapped, as I’m not used to write love songs
I got carried away, the hunter finally shot me down
And your memory will probably fade
And we’ll probably never meet again
Two years are gone
Your friend just put me down
My tears will dry out
It wasn't worth trying for so long
I’ve seen this already
I’ll feel that once again
It’s Déjà Vu and it hurts
It’s Déjà Vu and it will sting again
Two years are gone
Your friend just put me down
My tears will dry out
Next time I won’t fall for love again
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Snap It
03:35
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It’s four in the afternoon
& everybody’s laying down
Late night’s harsh on our faces
But suddenly there’s him, he’s snapping
Out of pace that’s for sure
Loud, cheerful & simple
Out of space, that’s for sure
Grimness is gone & so is my mind
Snap It, when you’re about to give up on life
Snap It, when the birds are whistlin’
And if your fingers keep on slippin’
Give in to the beat & clap your hands
Just snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, it’s his magic trick
When clouds are casting shadows
from yesterdays & you’re dealing blows
He’s sitting there snapping.
Nothing seems to animate him
Except that imperfect noise
What is it all about after all?
Out of pace that’s for sure
Loud, cheerful & simple
Out of space, that’s for sure
Grimness is gone & so is my mind
Snap It, when you’re about to give up on life
Snap It, when the birds are whistlin’
And if your fingers keep on slippin’
Give in to the beat & clap your hands
Just snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, it’s his magic trick
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3. |
2 Dads
03:28
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If parenthood was a road
Some begetters should not be licensed at all
If tactfulness was a song
Some warmongers should sing more in tune
If they’re a big tech firm’s CEO
Then it’s cool cause cause money’s raining on us
If they’re holding hands at the park
Then it’s the devil’s work
Two dads are not the best thing a child can get
It can have two mothers as well
Harassing has become a full-time job
Maybe happiness should decide what’s good for all
Love is a chaotic science most of us fail to feel because
It’s not meant to be understood
If you struggle as much as I do to figure out the equation
Then you must know there are as many ways as individuals
Since many families break on their own, no need to mind their choices
And shatter their hard-earned dreams
Life always finds a way
Doesn’t mean there’s only one
Doesn’t mean we’re always right
Two dads are not the best thing a child can get
It can have two mothers as well
Harassing has become a full-time job
Maybe happiness should decide what’s good for all
As much as you want
They don’t mean no harm to you
As much as they hope
Will you side with them my friends
Two dads are not the best thing a child can get
It can have two mothers as well
Harassing has become a full-time job
Maybe happiness should decide what’s good for all
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4. |
Sad Gurus
02:52
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How can we change the world if we no longer try to inspire?
Sadness is a hell of a bestseller for those who fear future
Politicians are mere bad gurus
This song’s not really ‘bout them
Musicians, not the brightest minds
Why should we put a ban on happy lyrics?
I don’t know, that’s the way I was taught
Please respect my traditions
These guys must know what they moan about
Judging by all the cameras all around them
And they don’t know, that’s the way I will teach
Please respect my disrespect
If I can’t grasp, maybe I should learn
Before getting these cameras all around me
Sad gurus are just a bad dynamic
A quick hangover the world never remembers
These blue speakers always hold the best assets in communication
Why not make a proper use of them & help spread joy a bit
I was judge and jury during my entire youth
Now humbled & lucid, I plead guilty at my public trial
Sing my friends, laugh my friends
The last advocate of sorrow just fell in front of you
So pray, sleep, kiss, run now it’s all up to you
I don’t know, that’s the way I was taught
Please respect my traditions
These guys must know what they moan about
Judging by all the cameras all around them
And they don’t know, that’s the way I will teach
Please respect my disrespect
If I can’t grasp, maybe I should learn
Before getting these big cameras all around me
Sad gurus are just a bad dynamic
A quick hangover the world never remembers
These blue speakers always hold the best assets in communication
Why not make a proper use of them & help spread joy a bit
Sad gurus are just a bad dynamic
A quick hangover the world never remembers
These blue speakers always hold the best assets in communication
Why not make a proper use of them & help spread joy a little more
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5. |
Chemin Noir
02:58
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Je ne veux plus de ces chemins noirs
Où il est impossible de croire
Là où le boss final se nomme miroir
Crois que pour vivre il faut un avoir
Toujours assis à s’mater le nombril
Tout ça pour finir aveugle
En quelques années, perdre le fil
Ne plus savoir contre qui on beugle
Ca faisait mal d’être sa propre douleur
L’esclave de ses humeurs
J’ai plus mal depuis que j’suis mon meilleur pote et plus un despote, victimaire, amer
Les autres ont pris un nouveau sens
Le feu ne s’allume plus à l’essence
Je ne veux plus de ces chemins noirs
Où il est impossible de croire
Là où le boss final se nomme miroir
Crois que pour vivre il faut un avoir
Toujours assis à s’mater le nombril
Tout ça pour finir aveugle
En quelques années, perdre le fil
Ne plus savoir contre qui on beugle
Le seum comblait bien l’ennui
Mais il ne faut pas qu’il remplace l’envie
Doré, l’ami seul
Dompte son âme au diapason
Y’ a plus de râle, notre jeu se fige, Narcisse se fane enfin
T’as plus mal depuis que je suis ton meilleur pote et plus un despote victimaire amer
Les autres ont pris un nouveau sens
Mon feu ne t’allume plus à l’essence
Je ne veux plus de ces chemins noirs
Où il est impossible de croire
Là où le boss final se nomme miroir
Crois que pour vivre il faut un avoir
Toujours assis à s’mater le nombril
Tout ça pour finir aveugle
En quelques années, perdre le fil
Ne plus savoir contre qui on beugle
Le maître de son bonheur
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Naud Marseille, France
Another alt pop French artist.
Colorful arts and dispensable jokes occasionally featured.
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