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What do I have to give?
What do I wanna tell,
How do I wanna make you feel?
Irrelevant questions. I’m just trying to find relief.
Because it’s been a tough year.
I’m profoundly hurt, and I’ve lost track of almost everything.
I’ve always been the clown, the funny guy, the entertainer,
But now the clown has grown somber.
What do I wanna do for a living?
I thought I’d help people, but I was trained to trick them,
Working my ass off for people I eventually come to hate,
And spending my free time mostly drinking to forget.
What do I wanna fight for?
Honestly, I don’t know anymore.
I used to believe in politics, thought we would gain social justice,
But their game is spoiled by money, lust for power, and fucking lobbyists.
What do I expect from society, do I wanna contribute?
People have become radical, they get education from Youtube.
Their brand new hashtags replace their previous new ideas…
A generation of morons guided by algorithms.
Where is the thrill?
Discovering everyday,
One piece of earth, one piece of human mind in everything.
I’m overwhelmed,
by the complexity of life,
But I won’t give in to the simplistic views that tend to rise.
I choose to care about what’s tangible to me,
The simple things around, the people who love me.
And I lost friends,
Some are better off ignored,
But the loss of good souls is always hard to endure.
I’m impatient, irritable, nervous, vulnerable…
I’m a pessimistic twat, because I never lose hope…
Never lose hope.
What do I have to give?
I’m the product of my own contradictions,
Of multiple factors,
Of victories and disillusions
What do I have to give?
What do I have to give?
Well…
From torment, whatever arises.
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Love again
04:20
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How do we start from where we are?
Should we neglect this open scar?
The attraction’s been strong,
And we sure get along,
Yet you don’t want to risk a friend…
You’ve had your highs and lows,
You can’t bear to be alone,
And though you’re certain of your choice,
You feel suspended in the void.
Yes you don’t quite know where you stand…
You’re not ready to love again.
We couldn’t save it for later,
We’ve been behaving like lovers,
Yet you’re unstable and you warn me sometimes:
Nothing is clear in your mind.
And you don’t want to inflict pain…
You’re not ready to love again.
This sweet affair has taken a serious turn,
And it feels like I robbed your original plans.
In an instant you scuttled the ship in panic,
You were hurtful and chaotic.
And I’ve come to comprehend…
You’re not ready to love again….
And now you’ve got the keys,
And I’m holding on,
I should keep you aside, contain my desire,
‘Cause life goes on.
But I keep thinking we’re wasted,
And it’s so hard to leave this,
I know I should be patient, but I’ve been patient,
And I feel so down.
Amongst the girls that I’ll date,
None shall even compare,
‘Cause I’ll choose them accordingly,
So that they don’t expropriate…
…You from the love that there is in me,
And I know that’s a mistake!
But our ashes will always be warm,
Up to you to blow over them!
I’ll be ready when you are,
I’ll be ready when you are,
I’ll be ready when you are,
Think fast!
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What you're made of
03:37
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I wanna know what’s the promise,
What awaits for me in the end.
Is it love, is it hatred?
Please show me the game in your hands.
Are we fooling one another,
Or are we sincere enough ?
Is it just magic powder sparkling,
Or is it a chemical fire?
Whatever the price to pay is…
I surrender to you, I’m all in.
Show me what you’re made of.
Show me what you’ll do to me.
(x2)
My naivety might sound absurd,
Believe me I know, I’m filled with doubts.
But I think good things only occur,
when you could as well be ripped apart.
This mind and this body are all yours,
My feelings are used to being torn,
But in the event you’re good with me,
I’m certain our ride will end gloriously.
A path to mad love or to tears,
I’m dying to know where this leads…
Show me what you’re made of.
Show me what you’ll do to me.
(x2)
Whatever the price to pay is…
I surrender to you, I’m all in.
A path to mad love or to tears,
I’m dying to know where this leads…
Show me what you’re made of.
Show me what you’ll do to me.
(x4)
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Same beliefs,
on different scales.
Our values are the same,
expressed in our own ways.
Not everyone is an activist.
Not on every matter,
Not at full pace,
And sometimes not in any way.
You want me to spare you some time,
when I speak my mind.
You want me to say your truth.
You wish our thoughts were aligned,
Our responses defined.
But uncertainty’s what I choose.
No simple answer,
To any complex problem.
You need to take a step back,
To understand others.
When did you become an extremist?
When did you forget what matters?
Our values are the same,
Only our attitudes may differ.
You want me to spare you some time,
when I speak my mind.
You want me to say your truth.
You wish our thoughts were aligned,
Our responses defined.
But uncertainty’s what I choose.
I remember your smile,
I remember your cries.
These memories are getting blurred and hard to picturize.
(x4)
Now you’re angry all the time,
You put the blame on everyone,
It’s clear that I won’t tame your appetite for fights.
I’ve given up, and that’s a shame.
Once we were on the same page.
You lost all sorts of consideration.
Despise all you like.
Because now you’re on your own,
You’re on your own.
Same beliefs,
on different scales.
Our values are the same,
expressed in our own ways. (I said)
Same beliefs,
on different scales,
Our values are the same,
Our. Values. Are the. Same.
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Face to face
04:44
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Hey, drove for 8 hours today
Wanted to chat with you face to face,
Now I don’t know where to begin.
Hey, it’s kind of awkward to say
Went to a concert the other day,
And It felt like you were there, with me.
Was it the beers, was it the songs?
Was it the ghost of my old companion?
Was I just tipsy and alone?
Or were you making proof of the great beyond?
Hey, it’s hard to hear your name,
For many of your friends, still,
Some fractures never heal.
Hey, I came to meet your father,
I couldn’t send a letter,
It’s been two years since you flew away.
I wish we had the strength
To dance at your funeral,
I wish you could have just grown old.
I wish we had the chest
To sing you your favourite song,
I wish I didn’t have to hold this rope.
I wish we had the strength
To dance at your funeral,
I wish you would have just grown old.
I wish we had the chest
To sing you your favourite song,
I wish I didn’t have to hold this rope.
Hey, drove for 8 hours today,
Wanted to chat with you face to face,
Instead I said words to your portraits.
Hey, I want to scream your name,
And get rid of the pain,
But some fractures never heal.
Some fractures never heal.
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I’m thirty years old and there’s so little certain.
I’m constantly self-questioning.
Am I on the edge of a mid-life crisis?
Only few things appease my anxieties.
Like wandering your roman streets, sneaking into open courtyards,
Looking at your red bricks from the bridge, all reflected on the water.
Your sweetness of life, your warmth.
Leaving, Returning,
Wherever I go my soul is anchored here.
I’ll always be amazed, with child’s eyes,
Forever a tourist in my hometown.
(x2)
I went five thousand miles away, visited hundreds of places.
I feel grateful and humble for what I’ve seen.
Now here is the irony: the further I escaped,
The more obvious did become my belongingness.
And now I live across the street from where I was born.
From where I was born.
From where I was born.
And that’s where I’ll grow old. (sure thing)
Leaving, Returning,
Wherever I go my soul is anchored here.
I’ll always be amazed with child’s eyes,
Forever a tourist in my hometown.
Remember when we were kids,
How big the Capitole square was,
And how tiny it becomes for every rugby celebration.
This city is a feast. A gigantic banquet.
We share seats at our table, so come on join us, don’t you stay a stranger.
Your temper is latin, and your spirit runs through my veins.
It runs through my veins.
Runs through my veins.
And it keeps me sane. (as simple as that).
Leaving, Returning,
Wherever I go my soul is anchored here.
I’ll always be amazed, with child’s eyes,
Forever a tourist in my hometown.
(x2)
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Convinced
05:17
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I’m deeply convinced,
I’m so deeply convinced,
That I’ll sort it out,
I’ll sort it out.
I’ll sort it out,
I’ll sort it out.
If you hurt my feelings,
Know that it will make no difference.
Because I’ve been down for a while now.
I’m still afloat, I won’t go too far.
I’m not down on my knees, not begging anyone but me,
I’ve been low, certainly,
But as long as I can breathe,
There’s still a chance that I get back on my feet.
Hey bud, think straight,
You know time heals everything.
I won’t waste away,
But for now let me be blue just a little bit.
That’s nice you care about me,
But you might waste your energy,
Because I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone,
And we’re done, we’re done, we’re done.
Deeply convinced,
I’m so deeply convinced,
That I’ll sort it out,
I’ll sort it out.
I’ll sort it out,
I’ll sort it out.
I’m better off here at home
I’ll be staying on my own, see.
How selfish can I be?
Will there be second chances?
Will you give me second chances?
I’m deeply convinced,
I’m so deeply convinced,
That I’ll sort it out,
I’ll sort it out.
I’ll sort it out,
I’ll sort it out.
That’s nice you care about me,
But you might waste your energy,
Because I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone,
And we’re done, we’re done, we’re done
I’m gone.
And we’re done.
I’m gone.
And we’re done, we’re done, we’re done, we’re done.
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Multiple Factors Toulouse, France
Moderately renowned musician with mild ambition. Acoustic rock. Toulouse, FR.
"For All That Matters" (LP) will be released on 29.03.2024
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