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“Madame Colère” is a dark and emotional French electro-pop track blending cold-wave influences, poetic lyrics, and 80s-inspired synth textures. The song portrays the inner battles of a fragile yet fiercely alive woman — a “porcelain fortress” shaken by waves of pain, tension, and volcanic emotion. Through expressive French vocals and atmospheric electronics, the track paints the portrait of someone forced to retreat into herself, caught between moments of clarity and sudden storms, between strength and exhaustion.
A dramatic, intimate piece for listeners who connect with deep feelings, introspection, and the darker edge of synth-pop.”

Madame Colère

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Sort of an odd current events vocal around some conversations on Twitter/X

knowyourmeme says of the Breakfast Question or Breakfast Test:

"The Breakfast Question or How Would You Have Felt If You Hadn't Eaten Breakfast? is a bait question and a counterfactual conditional that references a 4chan story of a grad student who allegedly performed IQ research on convicts at San Quentin State Prison. During the research, individuals with low IQ struggled to simulate the hypothetical situation in their minds, instead answering that they did have breakfast. Online, the question has been used in internet arguments as a conspicuous way to indicate that one's opponent is unintelligent, while the posts have often been referenced in memes."

lyrics:

If you overuse an em-dash
Does it make you an elocutionary punctuationist

The goodly man didn't set out to besmirch 
The devices of deep research
But while he was searching for a solution
He walked a subtly distorted hall of mirrors
Wading through epistemic pollution

They warned him in the olden times
Before you get to rolling in the hay
The more helpless the animal she identifies with is, 
The more evil she is by the way

Long after the mome raths outgribe
The fellow emerged from his gooncave
And happened upon the fate's scribe
He wavered like a legless tree
Propped up by her inosculation
Long after the stars did prevaricate
A man from his lair did elevate  

To the dehibernating engineer with the big brain
The fortune teller said while popping the kettle
I don't mean to cause you undue distress
Or general feelings of dread
Unfortunately when the dust settles
You will be arcane
But you will be powerless  

There hasn't lately been effusive gore
Because we're still in the phony war  

She was one of those chicks
Who said I lied I don't have Netflix
She said she was at the end of her rope
Battling appointments from a communist pope
And when she really had me at her mercy
She opened the car door and said
Get in loser we're going to restart the investiture controversy  

Squinting her eyes at the horizon as if trying to see
She capered like a bird before an earthquake
Waiting for the first sounds of the iron catastrophe  

As she drove her paramour in the back seat
Was slumming and chewing the cud and furrowing his brow
He went on to relate
There's an awful lot of endogenous FUD right now
I don't know much about the occult astronomy
But the distribution is shifting
It's the kurtosis economy
Not to get excessively knobbly
I just mean potential for an escalation in instability
In a system that seems like it's already wobbly  

Hey babe i don't mean to be a grimsy
But how much cyproheptadine do I need to take
To completely eliminate my boyish whimsy  

And like hobbits, in the shadow's gloom
Yearning for another bite to consume
We seek the steadiness that's now entombed
In an epoch where darkness might assume  

To gauge the dawn with morning's bite
Throwing shade on our sanctuaries
Beneath the reign of he who was once king
A toss of fate, a sign to bring
A whisper of a bygone era's ring
Where woke destiny's whims do cling

Yet the economy, with its cryptic wile
Plays its game, a trickster's style
Not bound by ancient laws, but by vibe's guile
In a dance of mystery, it does beguile 

We stand, we watch, in this modern murk
For the roll of dice, the next big lurk
And query, with wisdom old and bold
If a second breakfast might the truth unroll
A sudden clarity, a meal's theophany
A veritable crepuscular epiphany

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I played and sung all the parts .... and its all put down in just one take .... the drums, the guitars, the bass, the vocals ....one take!

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