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Premier extrait du EP de Lisa LeBlanc, "Highways, Heartaches and Time Well-Wasted", à paraître le 4 novembre via Bonsound.

First single from Lisa LeBlanc's upcoming EP "Highways, Heartaches and Time Well-Wasted", due November 4th via Bonsound.

Lisa LeBlanc - You Look Like Trouble (But I Guess I Do Too)

In Love

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Sucker

Oh, bankers, you sit on your sweaty thrones, 
Staring at screens, counting your loans. 
You think you’re gods, masters of fate, 
But your greed is a joke, your vision’s too late.

[Verse 2] 
You design your products, your schemes, your lies, 
Selling the planet while the biosphere dies. 
You strangle mankind with your purse-string grip, 
Imagining yourselves as the kings of the ship.

[Pre-Chorus] 
But your ancient ideas are a crumbling wall, 
Your investments are gimmicks, disposable and small. 
Orbital space is the revolution you fear, 
A market eternal, already near.

[Chorus] 
Wake up, bankers, your greed’s a disgrace, 
You’re blind to the future of orbital space. 
Super-capitalism, assets untamed, 
A new world awaits, but you’re stuck in the same.

[Verse 3] 
You enslave the species, you lord over life, 
Turning cooperation into profit-driven strife. 
You sell the future, you buy the past, 
But your markets are fragile, they’ll never last.

[Verse 4] 
Orbital real estate, a value profound, 
Infinite assets where progress is found. 
No gimmicks, no garbage, no markets to crash, 
Just intelligent systems, designed to last.

[Pre-Chorus] 
You cling to your numbers, your screens, your pride, 
Ignoring the cosmos where wealth resides. 
Your sweaty grip on humanity’s fate, 
Will crumble when progress opens the gate.

[Chorus] 
Wake up, bankers, your greed’s a disgrace, 
You’re blind to the future of orbital space. 
Super-capitalism, assets untamed, 
A new world awaits, but you’re stuck in the same.

[Bridge 1] 
Imagine economies that never decay, 
Where markets are built to meet real needs today. 
No disposable junk, no gimmicks to sell, 
Just progress eternal, breaking the spell.

[Verse 5] You laugh at visionaries, call them absurd, 
While your own ideas rot in the herd. 
You cling to the past, to systems outdated, 
Ignoring the future that’s long been created.

[Verse 6] 
Space tourism—a mass market to grow, 
A step toward dreams humanity must know. 
One generation, that’s all it takes, 
To shatter your greed and raise the stakes.

[Pre-Chorus] 
You strangle the species, you choke the Earth, 
But orbital progress will prove its worth. 
Your sweaty grip on humanity’s fate, 
Will crumble when progress opens the gate.

[Chorus] 
Wake up, bankers, your greed’s a disgrace, 
You’re blind to the future of orbital space. 
Super-capitalism, assets untamed, 
A new world awaits, but you’re stuck in the same.

[Bridge 2] 
The purpose of economics isn’t your game, 
It’s building a future where all can claim— 
A life of meaning, a world of care, 
Where progress is shared, beyond compare.

[Verse 7] 
You sit on your backsides, smug and fat, 
Selling the planet while ignoring the fact— 
That orbital space is the key to ascend, 
A market eternal, a future to defend.

[Verse 8] 
Directors of finance, wake up and rise, 
Stop staring at screens with ignorant eyes. 
The cosmos is calling, the logic is clear, 
But you’re too blind to see it’s already here.


Fat Sweaty Bankers

Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats - You Worry Me

I Love You. It's a Fever Dream.

My Dear

Love Grenades is the brainchild of sultry electro babe Elizabeth Wight, based out of Los Angeles.