Each time that I look behind, it's always winter in my mind
Maybe I'm getting color blind, I track myself in the "lost and found"

I might as well take photographs against the light
Tonight
I try, but you may not be worth the fight.

I guess I should just clear the ground, pouring champagne all around
Give up my tears of crocodile and all the animals of that kind

I might as well take photographs against the light
Tonight
I try, but you may not be worth the fight.

You've been stealing my life; I hope I'm still in yours

I miss your smell, your touch, your smile
I hear your voice in the background
Cause there's always that tiny sound in the back seat of my mind
Cause there's always that tiny sound in the back seat of my mind

In the lost and found

I want to hide out in the back of old postcards
Like always by the end of the year
This feels like the slideshow of my life in sleeping cars
Bloodstains, golden chains, inter-city trains

In Kit-Kat-tasting lands I flee and I’m not ashamed
Bringing napkins and boring board games
In sparkling chocolate skies I fly and forget my name
I try to be myself but I’m not the same

Briefly I become a superman without a cape
Hiding in the back of sepia landscapes
I am somewhere I have never seen before this day
Bloodstains, golden chains, inter-city trains

My throat appears to be some kind of sunflower
Full of ginger and creepy splendor
My coke I sip it through a giant drinking straw
Do you mind having jellyfish hanging on the wall

Emotions made of wax after too many candle-light dinners
Just sit down and relax, your brains are stuck in salad spinners
They threw stones at your house, smashed your gnomes, you just looked away
Vandals and clouds of dust, it was on a Saturday

Superman without a cape

Please don't tell everybody here
I am waiting for my man
21 € in my hand

Why do you call me a triste sire
I am doing all I can
Not to die right before the end

Have you ever had sex with an accent circonflexe
Have you ever had a dream, this kind of dream
Have you ever had sex with an accent circonflexe
Have you ever had a dream, a 21 € dream

Why did you tell everybody here
I am doing all I can
Not to die right before the end

Have you ever had sex with an accent circonflexe
Have you ever had a dream, this kind of dream
Have you ever had sex with an accent circonflexe
Have you ever had a dream, a 21 € dream

Ever had sex with an accent circonflexe

Remember when we were together
Carefree in summer
We tried to build a time machine
We painted it apple green
You did not really like the color
“Trop vert, pas assez bleu”
You did not really like me either
You said “Adieu...” (“Take me out!”)

Since you said goodbye, girl
Superstition rules my world
It feels like déjà vu
Fuck your point of view
I will never never listen to you
Since you said goodbye, girl
Destruction rules my world
Open the window
I will meet you sixty feet below

I smiled during the interview
I waved at the camera crew
When I entered the time machine
My face turned apple green

I disappeared into the future
I did, so what
I decided it was for ever
But I forgot my hat

Po po polololo po po, wop pop, polololo po po, wop pop, polololo po po, po po po po, popo, hiiiiiiiiiiiihaa

Now if you were to meet my hat some day
put it inside the apple green time machine
get out and turn the yellow button on 2046
I'll be there waiting for it

Apple green time machine

http://official.fm/tracks/vCNP

You smoke too many cigarettes in too many strawberry fields
Strawberry fields are lost for ever
Strawberry fields

We should go somewhere all over the rainbow
It’s summer in your eyes
Summer’s rainy sometimes
In Oslo, I’m dreaming of Bamako
I’ve got plastic on my mind
Plastic’s lonely sometimes
(I’m locked inside)

You smoke too many cigarettes in too many strawberry fields
Strawberry fields are lost for ever
Strawberry fields

I don’t know all those people behind my window
With yellow M’s in their eyes
They all smell like French fries
Smiling like Ronald McDonaldinho
They’ve got lipstick on their minds
Lipstick’s lovely sometimes

In the snow, I’m a skiing anti-hero
Ambition is not a crime
It’s just a question of time
But I’m a creep, I’m a quintessential weirdo
I’ve got plastic on my mind
Plastic’s lonely sometimes
(I’m locked inside)

Don’t make fun of Mister Ronaldinho
His mouth under the sun
Looks soooooo Art Deco

(C) Antoine Panchaud, 2013

Ronaldinho (là où à la fin il est question de la mâchoire de)

http://official.fm/tracks/M3zU

In the shadows, mysteriously, I escaped for a while.
In my sorrows, grammatically, I remember your smile.

Little sickness of the brain
Trouble I will have to tame
Keeping my ketchup upside down.
Little crack under the strain
I’m trying to forget your name.
You’re toxic.

No one knows, obstinately, I’m getting fiascophile.
In my pillows, indecently, my sleep is bissextile.

Little sickness of the brain
Trouble I will have to tame
Keeping my ketchup upside down.
Little crack under the strain
I’m trying to forget your name.
You’re toxic.
I’m allergic.
Melodramatic.
Dental clinic.

Little crawling of the train
I’m the only one to blame
Yes, I love musicals with no sound.
Little dripping of the rain
I don’t wanna play your game.
You’re toxic.

My Windows is so XP, far from the Vista style (how about the 7 style?)
But your eyebrows, quite honestly, look like a corrupt file.

Little sickness

Nénuphar is what we are
Tragibordelic pop songs
Unconditional love
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