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Mechanical
05:20
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Make me just more civilized,
And I'll deal with the pressure Into my chest,
I can't erase...
Show me where my other side is,
Somewhere I know to do something,
With my two hands...
Just a bit too paralyzed,
But I'm so in tune
With all this iron inside of me...
Like a monster, made of two parts,
Drown into an eternal game...
Always need some more,
That's how I get spiritual....
Always need some more,
Wishing to get spiritual...
Give me some more,
Hoping to become spiritual...
Even if I fall.
But I remain so mechanical…
Too mechanical....
A bit more civilized,
But I’ll deal with the pressure.....
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2. |
Le chant du cygne
04:32
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Un air, une béquille,
Qui rassure jamais quand je vrille.
Jamais.
Un bout de fil, illégitime,
Sur lequel ça danse, ça perd le nord.
Déséquilibré…
Ne cherche pas le nom que se débine,
il n’aura jamais le son que tu cherchais.
Jamais.
Tu peux toujours courir,
La bâtardise,
C’est comme une tâche sur le drapeau.
Il n’y aura jamais quelqu’un.
Jamais.
Sciemment,
Oui, je m’épuise
A faire des signes dans tous les sens.
Ne cherche pas,
Ce nom te déguise, ne sera plus jamais.
Et c’est un signe.
Jamais.
Un bout de cygne, blanc et docile,
Qui vit un temps le nom qui le signe.
Depuis j’attends que ça manque….
Les yeux noirs et illuminés
Cherchent encore que quelqu’un se décide.
Quelqu’un…
Ton coin,
J’en ai fait ma presqu’île,
Tu peux toujours attendre,
Il n’y aura plus jamais de fil.
Tu peux toujours attendre…
Un élan mais si fragile,
Qui très vite se broie dans le verre qui me grise,
De trop de mélancolie.
Je veux bien qu’il y ait méprise,
Que Goliath, avec le temps, se brise sur la vie,
Mais l’amour que je lui prise,
Ca ne compte jamais.
Alors je danse sur tous mes fils,
Je peux tomber, je plierai pas un cil.
Jamais.
Il n’y aura plus jamais d’héroïne, de sauveur, ni de béquille.
J’embobine le cours de mes fils…
Et je peux toujours attendre. Et courir…
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3. |
Too Kind
05:02
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They work so hard to get me bankable.
They’re sure, and I guess I respect myself.
I’ll be a lie, the most fuckable,
And nothing will be erased. No rewind.
Cause I’m a little bit too kind…
This world has no depth,
But he’s so much attractive.
They’ll judge me on my weight,
And I’ll be loved, that’s the deal…
I’ll never sing my own words.
It’s not part of my job…
They’ll say I’m awesome, a pearl, a doll…
For the cause,
My skirt will be violently shorter.
Like the size of my lyrics,
The level of my art.
As virgin as hot, I’ll make you believe
How much I pray God.
A good base for the kids.
The price’s not high,
And everything, here, blind so much.
Like I always dreamed it,
Now I can touch.
I’m so close to appear but I don’t even realize
That who I really am will never make you thrill.
It doesn’t take a long time,
Before I get ill-at-ease.
Something plays up, behind the brightening…
I feel too cramped,
And my heart’s so compressed,
Without knowing why, Like a weight in the chest.
I know how smart I’d be,
But I’d like they let me speak.
No use to scream loud, cause nobody’s listening.
I’d like to be the Artist
With some real things to tell.
Just a song in which I’d put something of myself.
Cause it’s finally boring,
To sing to say nothing.
And I’m just here to smile, in bruising my mouth.
An enterprise,
Always under-construction.
And nobody knows who I’ll become next season.
It had been a little bit too simple,
But it was so fucking attractive.
Now it rests only me
And my hate of being me.
But they made me queen.
It was the deal…
I can try to kill myself,
Decide to shave my head.
People just love to watch tarnish
What was glittering.
Just a lamb in the land of wolves.
Just a game for the fans of dolls.
It’s too late to regret my soul.
It stayed with my ego under the table…
I lied,
I won’t be forever fuckable
And nothing will erase.
No rewind.
Cause I’ve been a little bit too kind…
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4. |
On the merry-go-round
04:53
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The things that you do,
Mean something just for you.
They push you forward.
Those things inside of you,
Release but imprison you.
And that makes bleed the heart.
All the suns, all the moons,
Made you feel more understood.
And it will never come back.
Your aches cry on my youth,
While you play,
Reborn and new, on your merry-go-round.
Cause you’re the one, who smiles,
Who says “everything’s fine”,
Swimming over the time.
I’d have put my silver armor on,
If only I had known the depth of your joy.
I felt how deep was your love,
But nothing of all that I gave you,
Will not have been some gold.
I’d have given more than all,
Just to learn how to save souls.
So that it calms down.
So that you calm down…
I squeezed you strongly like a doll,
But the rope
Has already made the job,
Silent, cold and wild…
Cause you’re the one, who flies,
Jumping from cloud to cloud,
Swimming over the time.
The time will come when your outlines,
Will stop dancing at night.
But you’re not ready for that.
I know that, that will arrive,
I will understand you’ve not just left the town.
But I’m not ready for that.
And you’re the one who shines,
But who’ll never come down
From her fucking merry-go-round.
But cry, sister.
I know your sorrow now.
As you felt at night less than a ghost,
Exhausted
By nightmares and fights.
And fall, sister.
The world is black and sour enough.
And he’ll never fill the black holes,
Into which you wake up
At every fall.
Make everything eternal!
Strew, with merry-go-rounds, the road!
It could be so beautiful!
I’d hear you scream “Just let me die”,
And I’d arrive just on time.
For once.
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5. |
Show me more
03:14
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No need to run, the time has come,
To be smashed with a fucking shovel,
And then to erase
The Strong, the Weak, the Least, the Best.
No need to rush, cause the time has come,
To keep in my heart all that inspires me,
And to put some balm on what breaks me,
Offends me, despises me….
But it gets boring like a stupid pop song,
Sentimental and a bit too long. And useless.
No sound. No sense. No scarves. No depth.
I just push the game just a bit more,
I push my rage till an end I adore,
And not even
To do the best, face the beast, erase the mess…
It’s only when you spit on me,
That you make me see
The place you take on my throne.
So show me more…
No need to love, cause there’s no kindness,
No meaning,
But just the power of judging
The Strong, the Weak, the Least, the Best.
There’s no sweetness, no benevolence,
But some kind of a freak who keeps the control
On what breaks me, offends me, despises me….
And you became boring like a stupid pop song,
And I wish one day you’ll lose your tongue…
No sound. No sense. No scarves. No depth.
You push the game just a bit more,
You push my rage till an end I adore,
And not even to do the best,
Face the beast, erase the mess…
Show me more, about the robbery,
About the treason.
Teach me anything…
Show me more, teach me anything,
Waiting for the day
I’ll watch you digging!
I adore you, when you show me more…
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6. |
La rosée
04:44
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Il y aura bien la rosée.
Un temps.
Du chant, des fleurs. Et mes rires.
Il y aura nous.
Comme deux aimants,
Prêts à mourir.
Pour plus de temps.
Il y aura nous.
Eternellement.
Des soirs à ne voir que tes sourires,
Mais ça ne durera qu’un printemps.
Puis elle tombera,
La neige immaculée, celle qui te fige,
Sur laquelle je te laisserai…
Il y a l’éternité d’un temps.
Mes plans. Nos leurres.
Et tes soupirs.
Il y a bien nous.
Un peu moins aimants,
Mais toujours là, à courir.
A gagner plus de temps.
Puis je deviens sèche
Et je t’écrase de tout mon poids.
Et toi…
Tu nous encaisses plus, moi et mes rêves.
On s’empêche encore
De ne pas pousser trop loin la fièvre.
On laisse juste filer…
Je suis celle qui piétine,
Qui égratigne, le peu que tu as d’estime…
Une méchante fille,
A qui tu n’arriveras jamais à la cheville de sa folie !
Il y a bien eu la rosée.
Un temps.
Du chant, des fleurs. Et nos rires.
Il y a eu nous.
Comme deux aimants,
Prêts à mourir.
Pour plus de temps…
Il y aura nous.
Eternellement,
Gravés dans ces mots et ces souvenirs,
Qui n’ont duré qu’un printemps.
Puis elle tombera
La neige immaculée, celle qui te fige.
Mais je t’y laisserai vivant…
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LNH (La Nébuleuse d'HIMA) IDF, France
Created in 2011, LNH has always focused on mixing different musical genres.
As each song is composed and produced
by different artists, the EP offers the group the possibility of embracing a common style, inspired by heavy metal music, but also hip-hop, pop, lyric-based songs… at the will of the group’s desires and collaborations.
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