I was walking in the streets of this empty town
Staying in the shadows, my feet close  to the ground
I couldn’t hear any of the city’s usual sounds
Only a faint whispering carried by the winds

I followed the strange murmur through the city’s dark mazes
I didn’t cross any living soul in these dead empty spaces
I was drawn by a rotten stench coming from nearby
And then I saw him cross the street with his clutch and his glass eye

I tried to turn around, he was already there 
He stared into my eyes said « Mon nom est Cimetière »
Tu étais à la terre, et tu reviens à la terre
Tu appartiens à Samedi



Some have angels by their side, I have the devil in my back
A devil with a yellow grin; a devil dressed in rags
A man of thousand faces with the breath of thousand corpses
And this moment I knew he would never let me out



I gave my life to Cimetiière
I gave my life to Cimetiière
I gave my life to Cimetiière
I gave my life to Cimetiière

Le Baron

Full song here: https://soundcloud.com/la-question/sailors

Sailors - Instrumental

A gritty little love song written by a sad bitter man

Sailors

I am looking at them smiling and I listen to their lies
An I see through their blatant hypocrisy
But I see others listening, to their constant flow of hate
And I know this hate will end up killing me

So I’d rather be a sailor
And I’d rather die in the sea
Yes I’d rather be a sailor
If this world turns away from me

And I’m looking at these people walking in the street, 
None of them are bad but none of them makes good
None of them take decisions all of them act as muttons
And they all say it’s ‘cause of society 

And I’d rather be a sailor 
I ‘d rather drown in the sea 
Then drown below this sea of faces 
Where no one has love for me

And then I see you across the room And you’re looking at the horizon   
And you are the most beautiful  person I’ve ever seen
And. I don’t  deserve your love, I don’t deserve your patience
Cause I have to say that  I’m poor company

That I’d rather be a sailor
That I’d rather leave to the sea
That I’d rather be a sailor
If only you’d come with me

 
We might as well be sailors
We might as well live on the sea
We might as well turn from this land
That wasn’t made for you and me

Sailors

Full song here https://soundcloud.com/la-question/casey-is-sad

Casey Is Sad - Teaser

The rainy streets of my hometown 
Seemed even rainier today
And your absence made me feel 
Even worse than yesterday

I’m drinking too much coffee
Smoking too much cigarettes 
I’m thinking about you all the time
Nothing puts my mind to rest

I’ll see you there, l' meet you there 
I’ll find you there
In this kingdom by the. sea 



Diane, you left me hanging there
Alone and all I’ve got left is my despair  
And a bitter taste in my mouth
When I see you’re pictures everywhere

This place feels so cold, it’s no  home there
The warmth was you and now I’s just freezing a hel l 
And me, I’m just hanging by a thread 
Cause love is gone and you are gone Diane

A Kingdom By The Sea (Diane)

There’s a story I’d like to share with you tonight
It’s a story about Casey and it’s a story that’s half sad
The half that is sad is Casey, cause Casey is sad
But I have little love for Casey, you should make up your own mind


Casey pushed his beer over the counter 
Je  Stood up and rested his hands on the cool  copper
sli d a quarter over to the barman 
And waved a silent goodbye to nobody 

He walked to his old car across the corner, Got inside 
and let the smell of worn damp leather take over 
His thoughts 
And make him forget  how his life 
Took  the wrong turn
 
Casey is sad
Casey you’re driving
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying
 
Casey got back home  to his tired couch
Dropped his coat on the floor uncapped a warm beer /
on the table And every silence told him 
aboute a  love that disowned
 
Buy  Casey knows he’s never  done nothing wrong
In fact he ’s always been doing the same thing all along
And sometimes yes sometimes 
he cared and listened

Poor Casey knows that he’ll die alone on this dirty couch
Between the remnants of empty bottles and pizza boxes
And the fading memories of his normal life
Like old photographs pinned on the wall


Casey you’re crying
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying


Casey is sad  
Casey is crying
Casey is sad

Casey is sad

Complete rewrite of my first song, no lyrics yet, but soon

Shitty Pants Dave - Instrumental

I crossed the river with my pack on my back
Knee deep in the water to get back to my shack
My feet got soaked and I got so tired 
That I thought of letting the currents 
Carry me  down, down, down, down 
That’s when I caught this god damned bird sneering at me from the bank 
It said hey,  how you’re doing today, 
Shitty Pants Dave 

Tried to shoot the bird with my grandpa’s rifle
Damned gun just blew in my hand
Took the bus to the town’s hospital 
And the doctor told me 
Dave, Dave, Dave
Is that a gunshot here?
What the hell ’d you get yourself into today
Shitty Pants Dave

Doc let me hanging and my hand was dripping
And through the door ï heard him calling
The coppers on the phone, sayin’t’was about Dave
And the last thing I heard was surrender there
Shitty Pants Dave
And the coppers went bang
And blew my brains away

You know, it was a vary unfair situation
The policeman was crooked; the doc was corrupt
The office’s daughter and the doc’s wife both have Dave derangement syndrome and above all

My name’s not Dave
And I threw my pants away
My name’s not Dave 
I threw my pants away
 
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave

Shitty Pants Dave

I love Fiona Apple, Lana del Rey, Mitski and Grimes, but most people tell me I do not sound like them. On fait ce qu'on peut.

Open for collabs, looking for a producer who knows about mixing rich voices

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Antoine Guigan

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