DISSOLUTION.  (French)

Late Night

I'll make it

Yeah

all that shit you did was real cruddy 
ran me through the mud but you're still the one 
who came out muddy 
tellin' me you love me 
boy, go ahead 
I ain't no fuckin' dummy 
you're real funny
callin' me honey

we were done before we even got halfway through the honeymoon phase 
turnin' the page
left me in a permanent rage 
bein' with you is like workin' a job that only pays minimum wage
gettin' rid of you
I'm burnin' that sage 
couldn't take one more minute of you
your ass is like the plague 
you were in it to win it and you still came in very last place
nothin's but a waste of my time
takin' back what's mine
even when you didn't have a dime to your name that was fine till you tried to run that game
now shit just ain't the same
wanna see you maimed by a fuckin' tiger
set you on fire
wrap you in barbed wire 
squash you with a tire 
cause you're a fuckin' liar 
you're a fuckin' 
you're a fuckin' LIAR (liar)

Fk'n Liar

Worth it/Worth it too

Reflection

Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/l7nHfzLyBbw

Décrocher     (Translated after the French text )

Texte et chant : Muette
Musique           :  Alain Illos

Les berceaux se vident,
Les mains se recroqu'villent.
L’or du temps file
Sur le corps des filles,
Corps d'éphémérides,
De consigne sans clé,
De bagage oublié.
Le monde a tourné.
Trois secondes ont suffi
Pour que celle-ci vrille
Comme la vigne
Au mur adossée.
Trois secondes
Pour qu’elle aille au tabac
Ach'ter des clopes
Et n' revienne pas.
Sans enfants pour menottes,
Ce fut facile.
J'en ai connu une,
De corps gracile
Et d'âme heureuse
Qui, à la lune gibbeuse,
Faisait des rêves
À vous glacer le sang :
Fallait la consoler
Par des baisers de miel
Et du lait chaud.
J'ai aussi connu celle
Qui cachait son magot
Sous son mat’las
Et ses élans d’amour
Sur son compte postal
Bien qu’ça rapporte que dalle.
Les bouteilles se vident,
Les lits, les réservoirs,
Les mémoires et les poches
Et celles qui se souviennent
Ont le corps lourd
Des vieilles enseignes
Que l’vent décroche.

Pick up

Cradles empty,
Hands curl up.
The gold of time flies
On girls' bodies,
Bodies of ephemerides,
Lockers without keys,
Forgotten luggage.
The world has turned.
Three seconds were enough
For this one to twist
Like a vine
Against the wall.
Three seconds
For her to go to the tobacconist's
To buy cigarettes
And never come back.
Without children for handcuffs,
It was easy.
I knew one,
With a slender body
And a happy soul
Who, under the gibbous moon,
Had dreams
To make your blood run cold:
She needed to be comforted
With kisses of honey
And warm milk.
I also knew the one
Who hid her loot
Under her mat'las
And her bursts of love
In her post office account
Even though it doesn't bring in a dime.
The bottles are empty,
Beds, tanks,
Memories and pockets
And those who remember
Their bodies are heavy
Of old signs
That the wind picks up.

Décrocher  avec Muette

Lyrics:

All I wanted was to hold your hand 
When I reached for it you ran 
I really tried to do all I can 
and you said you wanted to be my man 
I guess I'll never understand it 
you left me empty handed
I fell for you 
but you weren't there to catch me when I landed 
Starting to think you planned it 
Lost all the connection and no sense of direction anymore 
I can't stand it (can't stand it)
I fell to the floor 
when you walked out the door
I can't do this anymore 
yea I can't do this anymore 
Now you're gone again (gone again)
Nowhere to be found (nowhere to be found)
How could you do that to me when you said you would always be around 
All you ever did was let me down 
Left me here in tears 
starting to drown 
I was lost and then you found me 
wrapped your love around me 
Then you turned right around and disappeared without a sound 
How do you sleep so soundly?
Do you even think about me?
and I just don't understand 
was this the whole plan?
When all I wanted was to hold your hand

Hold Your Hand

bands keep calling

feel like nfl touchdown

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