Window seat and dead of night, awake, I saw a frightening form.
Horrific notion. Pacific Ocean. I flew above a lightning storm.
Spectacular the view, my fellow passengers were deaf and blind.
Fast asleep and dreaming of the ones they love and left behind.
Next to me, a woman who was far away and in repose.
I wondered if she dreamed of me and of the secrets of her clothes.
I flew above a lightning storm...
Shooting star alert! The heart asserts itself and I'm so hard it hurts.
Down below, the lightning flashed and then again, but more intense.
Red and blue and green and silver sky so silent and immense.
Beside myself and wishing I could jump without a parachute.
Knowing that you're somewhere else. Wishing I was there with you.

Falling down, it feels so good.
I know I'm going to die someday.
Shining right now at my brightest.
I just want to fly away.

I flew above a lightning storm and tried to pull myself apart.
The woman sitting next to me took notice of my flaming heart.
So much blood and agony. She felt the heat and asked me why.
I said, 'I know I'm going to die. I don't want love to pass me by'.
Chains of lightning thrilled the nighttime and my mouth was filled with gold.
I met my hero even though you shouldn't do it, so I'm told.
Her perfect legs, I longed to touch them. If only life could be so easy.
I cried and cried and didn't care because I knew no one could see me.

Falling down, it feels so good.
I know I'm going to die someday.
Shining right now at my brightest.
I just want to fly away.

Metanoia. Lightning strike. Empyrean, my soaring palace.
Through the window, beauty greater than aurora borealis.
Poppies growing from my shoulders. Targeted and safe from harm.
Her legs will carry me to heaven. I run a blade along my arm.
Swans were swimming through the fire that kissed the blue impossible.
So hard it hurt, the fuselage flew smoothly through my obstacle.
I flew above a lightning storm, silver, blue and green.
Untouchable, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Falling down, it feels so good.
I know I'm going to die someday.
Shining right now at my brightest.
I just want to fly away.
---
Written & produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics & vocals: Rich Terfry (Buck 65)
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê
---



Ethereal Love

I don't know how to love myself. I'm hoping you can show me how.
Cross my heart with all your might. Lift me up and slow me down.
Spoken honest, broken promise builds a fire inside of me.
Childish schemes and wildest dreams. I don't care if you lie to me.
Live two lives instead of one. Depend on the soft-spoken killer.
Tie your hands behind your back and build upon this broken pillar.
Love is like a suicide. Broken hearts are unified.
This place is strange. Faces change. Bodies crowned and crucified.

And will you risk my life?
I'll fill you with my light.
And will you hold my breath?
Yes I'll love you to death.

La sublimation des muses 
nous emmène dans une ardeur
timide et pesante
intime et fascinante

Les amants se livrent à des échanges
torrides et turbulents
telle une passion 
absolue et divine


I'm exactly like a phenomenon and so are you.
Yes, exactly like a phenomenon. It's hard
To explain, the truest pain. When all is lost, still you remain.
Cross my path and hope to die. Needle stuck into my vein.
Searching for my whereabouts. Heat from flames we'll never douse.
Complete the circle of my life. Fill my void with all your doubts.
The lyrics of my favorite songs scare me so bad, I can't sleep.
Lonely throes. God Only Knows. Slowly, coldest shadows creep.

And will you risk my life?
I'll fill you with my light.
And will you hold my breath?
Yes I'll love you to death.

You touched my heart and now I'm wounded. Opened wide, that's why it bled.
Fires raging down below and hanging on just by a thread.
It's on the line. Chances taken. Reaching out for stings and kisses.
Beckon call. Wrecking ball. Bed and gardens. Swings and misses.
Cancelling each other out. Living fast and given wholly.
Ever closer to the sun, each of us has one wing only.
I'm exactly like a phenomenon and so are you.
Yes, exactly like a phenomenon...
---
Written & produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics & vocals: Rich Terfry (Buck 65)
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê

Sublimation

Est- ce que je peux le dire?
J'ai le vertige à l'envers.
Contemple le vide.
Ton silence en réponse.
Et mes soupirs qui se meurent sur ta peau.

I have two hearts. One of them is hard as hell.
Its scarred shell cracks when it starts to swell.
The heart is hell...
The other one's colors run, discovers some when lovers come.
... Vertigo in reverse.
Devoted and cursed. It hurts. Exploded and worse.
... Inserted slow. The star that fell.
I have two hearts and one of them is hard as hell.

J'ai le vertige à l'envers.
Je contemple le vide.
Une fascination naissante.
Ton silence en réponse.

Contemplating nothingness. Concentrating.
Drunkenness. Substances... Complicating.
Combination lovelessness. Silent replies.
Violent surprise. Science and lies.
Unsatisfied. Covetous. Divine madness - died of it.
Why does it got to be so damn tough?
No chance. Hush. Cards played, cards withheld. 
I have two hearts and one of them is hard as hell.
Discard, dispel doubts like demons.
Droughts might deepen. I shout my reasons.
Without my freedom. Prisoner of my own mind.
Body betrayed. Sinister and I'm going blind.
Down in a gold mine, I drown in the cold shine.
Glittering hope. Seeking the slippery slope.
Victory? Nope. I'm under a harmless spell.
Sometimes the mind is paradise and the heart is hell.

Your heart belongs to me and I'm aimless.
I'm famous for it - runaway train and contagious,
Crazy or courageous. Escape plans fell through.
Magician changed hands, didn't have the heart to tell you.
It's hard to swallow, impossible to follow.
Obstacle course to the problem's probable source.
It's audible and pounds with optimal force. It's awful.
I get off on possession of stolen property - unlawful.
Properly confiscated. Destructive. Concentrated.
Domination though the instructions are complicated.
Followed my heart, misled by my hard directions...
---
Written & produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics & vocals: Rich Terfry (Buck 65)
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê

Heart As Hell

Damaged goods a man and a woman presents the cause.
Began but it couldn't have, a man and a woman offends the gods.
We can but we wouldn't, a man and a woman fence the dogs.
Sad looking, a man and a woman against the odds.
A boy and a girl destroying the world, the blue and green.

A boy and a girl destroying the world the two and three.
A boy and a girl destroying the world the new and clean.
A boy and a girl destroying the world it's you and me.

Suddenly they were parallel.
Somebody stopped the carousel.
They were lying down between.
A sea of blue and a sea of green.
Working their way through endlessness,
Sun and sky and senselessness.
Then, as a blanket of the present,
Like a banquet of the pure and pleasant,
The warm rain started coming down,
Made a gentle drumming sound,
Pulling them away from the bliss of nothing.
Seeking shelter, started rushing
To escape from what awoke them.
Not a word between them spoken.
Surroundings drenched, images flashing.
The shock of sunshine. Time comes crashing.
Fingers of light and burning skin.
Forcing them down to the ground again.
Deepest feeling, strange behavior,
Brutal awakening, now their savior.
Lives entwined and worlds revolving.
Eyes like water drops dissolving.
Into nothing they use to adhere,
Crying eyes that disappear.
Sweet relief and slow retreat
From engrossing arms of heat - then it begins:
Everything goes up, away,
Including us, we go astray.
Roots of trees all reaching down,
Rising up above the ground.
Then their hearts fall into place,
Forced to follow, so they chase,
Full of awe and disbelief.
It all comes as a relief.
Plain as day and no mistaking,
Here and now and for the taking - probably above you...
---
Music written and produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan) 
Lyrics written and performed by Rich Terfry  (Buck 65) 
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê

The Dream

Wolf sister, we have just begun.
When the branches break, nothing can be done.
What have we become? When we begin to soar
Blood begins to spill. No one wins a war.
No one knows the truth...

Music is the sun. Words are wasted breath.
Since "All There Is To Know", this love has tasted death.
Wolf sister, never show your face.
Never disappear. Never go away.
Never disappear. Never disappear. Never-ever.
I'm a different man since my mother died.
Through the bluest hell and out the other side.
On the other hand, there was once a ring.
Then the needle dropped and birds begun to sing.
Haven't seen her since, haven't heard her voice. Nothing...

Wolf sister, we're what we pretend to be.
The remedy will be the end of me.
Dependency's the enemy.
Blue becoming ebony.
Against the odds, incredibly.
Wondering what's ahead of me.
Struggle or serenity?
You are my identity.

We're right. We're fighting a sincere fight.
Fear might just find us on a clear night.
The mere sight, could end up paying a severe price.
So hold your breath, don't let go, hang on for dear life.
-

Music written and produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics written and performed by Rich Terfry (Buck 65)
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê 


Wolf Sister

The writer explodes.
Why won't the ghost keep the last words?
Your breathe escapes outside my tongue.
and dies against my lung.
Why won't the ghost keep the last words?
Save the last romance before I leave.
How can lonelyness succeed to stay close.

Nevermore. It's revolution. The spiral of cracked vinyl.
Essential. It's primal. The end is nigh and that's final.
The gospel's bell's awesome voice casts hostile spells,
Molecules of deep solitudes and awful cells.
Hot as hell. Ahead of time. Already defensive.
Conservatory purgatory - heavenly pensive.

Cards close to the chest, playing the waiting game.
Faithful flame, I want to kiss your fatal name.
In a hidden place or in the middle of a giant field.
Alliance healed bleeding lips in holy silence sealed.
Close both your eyes. Stay hid within that close disguise.
Breathe deeply - that will be this ghost's demise.

Suffering lovers mixed with gods.
Victims of circumstance fixed with odds.
The hand obeys. The heart dictates.
At quick rates. Invisible. Parts misplaced.
Singing her song, the temptress calls.
The sound penetrates these relentless walls.
Repentant sighs and voluntary pains.
Hands to myself, playing solitary games.
Protest mounting, getting complaints.
Voicing an appeal to pitying saints...

Echo doesn't answer. Lying alone, but
I've not yet forgot myself to stone.
Beneath the advance of a cold metal glacier,
Heart held open by your rebel nature.
It's a dangerous arrangement. Pulse unrestrained.
Desires gone astray - none reclaimed.
Lives on fire, glowing in pain,
Sleepless nights, tears flowing in vain.
Trembling when your song is unclosed.
Suffering red, my reply is composed. It's a 
Form of destruction most refined.
Dire misfortune follows close behind.
Every ache. A variety of woe.
Paralysis on top. Anxiety below.
Falling in rhythm. Griefs to thy griefs.
Don't look away because me, I'm a thief.
Quiet is kept, the louder I pray.
Foes nor misfortune take this power away.
Traded cries. Faded eyes pursue.
Fleeing with blind faith seeing her through.
Never the one chosen, now is the banished lover,
Afflicted with the hell of withdrawal and famished of her.
Cursing the inferno but faithful to its fires,
Painful soon becomes fatal and expires.
Imprisoned by the vision that glistened in the sun,
You fell to your knees and heaven listened while you sung
Never again...
-
Music written and produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics written and performed by Rich Terfry (Buck 65)
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê 


The Last Romance

I dreamed I was beautiful, a hunter and frightening.
The rain was inspiring, the thunder enlightening.
Houses of worship, the church of desire.
She's like a cage in search of a tiger.
Grinding the key down. She's focusing the telescope...
And slowly opening the envelope.
Turning the record over, making a recovery.
This isn't a prison, it's the definition of luxury.

Inside fires ignited, climbing,
Higher and rising, admired sight of a frozen spark.
Emotions dark. Hiding.
Inspired and crying. Tired of dying with a broken heart...

Abused and died and two's divide me,
Refused, denied, the blues provide me,
You decided who's beside me,
Confuse, confide, the muse inside me.

... The b-side. Step two.
Same time. I heard it rains diamonds on Neptune.
Nobody except you. Frequencies. Weakness.
Tired and sleepless. Setting fire to secrets.
Sacred. Breathless. Making love separately.
Terrible mistakes I'm dying to make desperately.
Destiny calling. Drums beating distantly.
Kisses inhaled on prevailing winds consistently.

Abused and died and two's divide me,
Refused, denied, the blues provide me,
You decided who's beside me,
Confuse, confide, the muse inside me.

---

Music written and produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics written and performed by Rich Terfry (Buck 65)

The Muse Inside Me

Sun and the rain. One in the same. Builder, 
Destroyer. Bewildered. Enlightened and filtered.
Impure. Virgin. Lover and fighter.
Undiscovered. The wrong-doer and the writer.
Survivor and casualty. Tenderness, brutality.
Wicked and pious. Bias and neutrality.
Fire and water. Hotter and colder.
The object of effection and the eye of the beholder.
Because.

With this love you can be everything.

Alpha and omega. Judge, jury, executioner.
Straight line and cycle. Michael and Lucifer.
Broken and flawless. Lawless and under control.
Lessons and increases. Pieces and the whole entire thing...

Prophet and profiteer. The victor and the loser.
Victim and abuser. The accused and the accuser.
Positive, negative. The alien and native.
Terrifying, seductive. Destructive and creative.
Provider and recipient. Master and slave.
Observer, participant. Disciplined. Depraved.
Brave and afraid. Prisoner and jailer.
Covered up. Undressed. Success and failure.
Legend and unknown. Day-dreamer. Sleepwalker.
Amnesiac. Soothsayer. Truth teller and sweet-talker.
The young and the old. Mistake-maker and good person.
The scarecrow and the jet-setter. It gets better. Could worsen.
Much more. A lot less. Supporter and contrarian.
Routine and improvised. Civilized. Barbarian.
Beginner and expert. Believer and skeptic.
Peripheral and central. Gentle and hectic.
Whisperer, screamer, drifter and dreamer.
Weak and indestructible. Virtuous. Corruptible.
Worshipped and hated. Timeless and dated.
Focused and faded. Disgraced and decorated.
Happy and unsatisfied. In a crowd and all alone.
Scared as hell. Parallel universe to call our own.
Taking it with me. Supplying and deprived.
Alone in our own beds, dying and alive.

Two places at the same time. Under and above
And in between wonder and in love.
Unanswered questions. The truth in our heart of hearts.
Never and always. Together and far apart.
--
Music written and produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics written and performed by Rich Terfry (Buck 65)


You Can Be Everything

Zero hour. 
Comes a signal from the hero's tower.
The roof is on fire and the window's leak.
The ghost is silent and the widows speak.
Portrait of a twisted and a tangled soul.
Remote control and a strangle hold.
Time alone in ecstasy and famished.
A love like this one, it doesn't just vanish.
Hungry fire.
We walk alone and go humbly higher.
Try to forget and then obsess, believe.
The road less traveled and the less deceived.
Stay close until we reach the end.

This is where the air gets heavy. So insane. So glorious.
The city's pretty after rainfall. The story is notorious.
Pieces of mastery ceases the apathy.
Diseases and blasphemy. A thesis of rhapsody.
Began and we crashed in the middle of the land of the smashed.
Did a little plan and harassed. Riddle of the man with no past.
We ran and surpassed. Deep breath. The moon is risen. War is over.
Less protection, more exposure. Resurrection or disclosure.
Rebels and their cries: LUNA! Several in supply: LUNA!
Wrestle and revise: LUNA! Devil in disguise: LUNA!
Settle and surprised at once. Faint embraces. Ancient places.
Waited gracious. Naked. Wasted. Faded graces. Painted faces.

The finest steel.
The deepest river and the highest heel.
The boy's on fire and the girl's electric.
Before we start, we make an early exit.
Build a monument and lay the path.
In preparation for the day of wrath.
Abandon recklessness and trust for people.
Satisfy the hunger and my lust for evil.
Stay close until we reach the end. 
-
Music written and produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics written and performed by Rich Terfry (Buck 65)
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê 

Stay Close Until We Reach The End

This is the end again. This is where we change our faces. True love never dies but sometimes it goes to sleep. We are constellation. Constant elation painted blue. This is where you cut me down from the tree. Be brave. Immortalize yourself. Be eternal. Be trillion. Let's refuse to take part in the future...
Je déteste le vent. Rilke was right. We're so close and further apart than ever. We're blind owls in elevator shafts. Drifters with crosses on our heels and drawn-on hearts. We erase ourselves with needles. We go to the wrong parties...
Headphones all day is the new sunglasses at night. Surfing on a sea of trash - pulled by beautiful moons. It's the view from the aisle seat. It's the moves you taught yourself alone in your bedroom. It's where the end touches the beginning...
Silence is perfect... Fuck silence. The game is gladiatorial. It's tattoos and cleavage. We're even. The most dangerous act is worship. We eagle. We are constellation...
I don't believe in beliefs. Beautiful machines and smalltown boys. Truth is ugly and simplicity is over-rated. No talent is the new talent. We fall in love with photographs. We love the way we hate ourselves. I love from a safe distance. My love with level this city...


Conflation

How did it bleed? It bled like fire.

Je retiens l'écume de ton sommeil.

When the winds are changing, begins the raging.
Sins are strange and within the range.
When we're being electrocuted, dreaming and echoes disputed,
Who can sleep at a time like this?

When we're being chased by devils, erased by levels,
Revels in the chaos, embraced by rebels,
Lives are being darkened, knives are being sharpened.
Who can sleep at a time like this?
The sun is exploding, gun is unloading.
A girl with a sense of fun and foreboding.
Tie my wrists and find my kiss.
Who can sleep at a time like this?

Reviens- moi à ton réveil.

When the weights are lifting, the plates are shifting,
Places are traded and fates are drifting.
When Audrey is Hepbrun, an obvious left turn,
Who can sleep at a time like this?
Citizen and number. Minimum and younger.
A word in private. A synonym for hunger.
Tie my wrists and find my kiss.
Who can sleep at a time like this?

Actions mechanical. The fashions are flammable.
Cameras are flashing. Passions are animal.
Deeply sacred. Uniquely vacant.
Sleepy hatred. Completely naked.
Fade to black and highlight red.
The accepted voidage of a finite bed.
Tie my wrists and find my kiss.
Who can sleep at a time like this?
----
Written & produced by Joëlle Lê (Greetings From Tuskan)
Lyrics & vocals: Rich Terfry (Buck 65)
Additional vocals: Joëlle Lê
-


Full Moon

Bike For Three! is the well-lucked and mysterious cross-continental duo of Canadian indie-rap legend Richard Terfry (Buck 65) and budding Belgian electronicist Joëlle Phuong Minh Lê (Greetings From Tuskan). Shrouded in strange magic, anchored by the heavy stuff of life, and lifted by a mutual magnetism still uncharted, their music is a bright/stunning combination of downtempo textures, smart pop, and exposed lyrical bones.

Bike For Three!

Popular tracks