I opened the door
and the bell it rang
I said I opened the door
and the bell rang
Behind the counter almost sleepin'
Lied the bravest man that’s ever been

He’s ready for the show
Watch me pick a pack of chips 
For fifteen straight minutes
Or maybe it was three
You know time slows down 
When you‘ve been smoking trees

He’s seen it all
Dep man has seen it all 
Blasé blasé blasé 
hey hey hey
Time to pay pay

I’ve been paying my whole life
But I know if there’s one thing 
One worry free night
That can soften the sting
I’m gonna go back home   
And give myself a little lovin’ 

If you know what I mean 
Yeah you know what I mean

DEPANNEUR BLUES

Aujourd’hui
J’ai encore pas trouvé l’amour
Ça commence à bien faire
Aujourd’hui c’est tous les jours

Et la tristesse des autres
Me donne des érections 
Le trottoir est barré
Je cherche une direction
Je cherche des sensations

Nourris moi
Avec la fourchette la plus aiguisée de ton tiroir
Pourris toi
Je viendrais te chercher un peu plus tard

Voleur d’amour à l’étalage 
Grand croqueur de nuages
Amour amer on cours
ventre a terre
les yeux bandés en bandant
Vers un linceul
Toujours duper
Eh j’rigole fais pas la gueule

I get a kick out of making you laugh
I get a punch out of making you show your teeth
Show your teeth

Nourris moi
Avec la fourchette la plus aiguisée de ton tiroir
Pourris toi
Je viendrais te chercher un peu plus tard

Aujourd'hui...

I don’t light any candles in honour of any spirits, think I got a handle on having no gimmicks
I someone is dead then they’re (just) fucking dead to me
And in that I see a kind of poetry
You call me a blowout and you’re probably right, all my candles been blown out out into the night

a long time ago
birthday cakes don’t stand a chance around me you know
high as a kite
no end in sight

my calendar doesn’t respect the speed limit anymore
it just keeps on going faster
I don’t care, I still have those nights
laughing is all that really matters, thinking about doing things almost right

pulling smiles out of all your mouths
My teeth will always be yellow like me and the ugly sun
fuck your marketing and your holy gun
high as a kite
high as a kite

No one becomes a saint just cause they’re lowered into the ground
I secretly wish that maybe someone would light me a new one
but for now it’s just dark enough to see the stars
the news will never talk about where we were, I don’t care don’t wanna be in your newspaper

In my last bed
I’ll remember in my head
those great times we had when none of us were sad
it only lasts so long, no one is strong
high as a kite
high as a kite

Even though one day I know I’ll wake up
forgotten by everyone, I won’t have forgotten
  
I’ll keep those nights close to my heart
like they never stopped happening and we’re never apart
I’ll keep that empty parking lot close to my heart
I’ll keep that nasty joint close to my heart
I’ll keep those funny walks close to my heart

when nothing matters cause tomorrow I don’t have to wake up early anymore
I will remember I swear I’ll remember
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but not really you know
don’t let my voice become an echo

I don’t light any candles in honour of any spirits
Think I got a handle on having no gimmicks
I someone is dead then they’re (just) fucking dead to me
And in that I see a kind of poetry
cause all my candles been blown out a long time ago
birthday cakes don’t stand a chance around me you know
high as a kite
no end in sight
I swear I’ll remember and I’ll smile

and when I’m in my last bed
maybe I won’t remember exactly what you said
but I’ll remember we laughed (aloud)
and that’s all that really matters

the parking lot at the back

Ils passent sans te voir
Ils passent sans te voir
Les parents dans le noir
Les parents dans le noir
C’est tout un monde qui s’évade
Un monde auquel on doit faire face

Ils passent sans me voir 
Ils passent sans me voir
Ils passent le au revoir
Ils passent le au revoir
C’est tout un monde qui s’évade
C’est un monde auquel on doit faire face

Sucrée 16

(l'enfance)

farmers will be millionaires 
and green will really be green
but father there’s smoke in air
and look at all these sights unseen

been living off a dead man’s honey
for about a year or so
and I’ve got no shame
I've got no shame left to show
I was wrong about your fields
I was wrong about the snow  

whatever the colour of your collar
it’s not too good an idea to holler
too loud they’re out there 
and they’re looking for clouds

I can’t see I can’t see
father the mist it’s inside of me
and when supermarkets go empty
what the fuck am I gonna eat
I know how to shuffle papers
but food doesn’t grow in concrete    

I’ve never known war
but for the struggle in my bones
they’re already old
and soon they won’t be my own

farmers will be millionaires 
and dreams will really be dreams
they’ll be smoke in the air
and you’ll never know what those bonfires mean

I can’t see I can’t see
father the mist it’s inside of me
when fire falls and when rocks burn
guess who’s houses you’ll run to first

neverknownwar

ROTOR (here we go again)

And I stand there at the door
Watching your shadow grow 

Winter never comes when you want it to
I know I want it to

Granpa only buys me guns

Sweet 16

Granpa only buy me guns

Granpa only buys me guns

You're not so young anymore
Lost all your hours down at the store
You're not so young anymore
Lost all your hours down at the store

Was it worth it 
You ask yourself, you ask yourself
Was it worth it
You ask yourself, you ask yourself
Did I deserve it

Or would I rather 
Have sung the blues in the street
Or would I rather 
Have ripped the shoes off my feet
But no one, no one
No one loves a beggar you see
Oh no

You're not so young anymore
Lost all your hours down at the store
You're not so young anymore
Lost all your hours down at the store

Was it worth it 
You ask yourself, you ask yourself
Was it worth it
You ask yourself, you ask yourself
Did I deserve it

Or would I rather 
Have sung the blues at the mall
Or would I rather 
Have wrung out my shoes once and for all
But no one, no one
No one loves a beggar you see
Oh no

Artwork by Maëlle André

the clerk song (feat. Sarah Krier)

This asshole at the vinyl shop
Treats me like shit
I wander out
Can’t look at people
I’m gonna be lynched
Everyone hates me
I was raised by a lady
Who only lied
Told me to obey
Or else I’d die
Worried children 
Are sad and lonely
Do you ever get lonely 
Do you ever get lonely

My insides are yours
My insides are yours
Find them on the floor
They don't need a friend

I can’t find a place to sit
I can’t find a place to shit
People look at me 
I can’t hide
Guess I’ll have to shit
And show my behind
Mommy was ashamed
When Johnny got molested
She made him feel
He had to forget it
They shouldn’t talk about it
They shouldn’t talk about it 
They shouldn’t talk about it 
We shouldn’t talk about it 
Daddy’s on the couch
He doesn’t move
He doesn’t talk
He doesn’t care

My insides are yours
My insides are yours
Find them on the floor
They don't need a friend

Sweet 16/Sucrée 16

Going for a walk

Going for a walk (feat. Sarah Krier)

Had I a single penny for everytime you called me honey
Had I a single penny for every thought i thought was funny
Weathermen each day more bold 
Dollar ocean getting cold
We re so cool under the pressure
Nothing bothers us anymore

Seulitude

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