Run Rabbit! par The Plastic Finger Band

Quentin Cordeau : basse et bendirs
Rémi Cresta : chant, guitare électrique, 12 cordes et programmation
Lucas Di Mercurio : derbouka
Arwen Sentis : tin whistle
Gael Trebaol : chant

Texte et musique : Rémi Cresta

Denis « Rastyron » Thery : arrangements, mixage et mastering
Voix lead, basse, caisse claire et charleston enregistrés par Denis au Studio K.

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You're gonna have it 
Get your goddamn boogie 
You're gonna have it 
Now run rabbit! 
Cos your time is money 
You're gonna lack it

Crab in a bucket 
Climbs a wall it's polished 
Tracking the summit 
Down the claws keep pulling

You wanna grab it? 
Get your goddamn glory? 
You gotta buy it 
With your soul and body

« You gotta give way not to fall 
Seal off the window, power off 
Now you can light a candle and any piece of Earth's a dancing hall »
There in your bleeding open void 
Nobody's wearing hidden horns 
It's gonna be the only friend you meet in Pandemonium's core

You're gonna have it 
Get your goddamn boogie 
You're gonna have it 
Now run rabbit! 
Cos your time is money 
You're gonna lack it

Come to the Sabbath 
Learn to shine when burning 
The pyre's savage 
When a child's danced on it

Mum, dampen my head 
Drained zeppelins vanish 
Can't love the furnace 
Flames and I are famished

« Don't ever let me all alone 
I'd have to wreck you by your fault 
It would be such grief to have to rip your wretched life once more »
You gotta run away from the hole 
Bury the hand that dug your soul 
Then you can hatch silence. All the love you've sown's a curtain call

You're gonna have it 
Get your goddamn boogie 
You're gonna have it 
Run rabbit! 
Cos your time is money 
You're gonna lack it, lack it 
You're gonna have it 
Get your goddamn boogie 
Get ya, get ya 
You're gonna have it  (Get your goddamn boogie, get your goddamn boogie) 
Run rabbit ! 
Run, run, run, run 
You're gonna have it

You're gonna lack it

Bonne écoute et merci !

Run Rabbit !

Madonna par The Plastic Finger Band

Basse électrique: Jules Daurat
Chant: Rémi Cresta, Francesca Del Bianchi, Jeanne Prévost, Arwen Sentis
Glockenspiel: Rémi Cresta
Guitare électrique: Rémi Cresta
Programmation: Rémi Cresta

Arrangements, mixage et mastering: Denis "Rastyron" Thery, Studio K.

La basse électrique, les voix de Rémi et de Francesca ont été enregistrées par Denis au Studio K.

Texte et musique : Rémi Cresta

Bonne écoute et merci !! :D

She wears pixel makeup
And gleaming pride in a frame
And while she keeps her mane up
Her grin is tryin' to restrain her
Eyes from laughing
At flashes, cameras and painters
She seems to think she won't fit
But divinely holds her posture of fame

When as a worshipper I scrolled
Up and down her silent face
That night the Holy Mother of Love
Rocked my eternal faith
 
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna, Madonna...

She's got some innate passion
For preaching loud on a stage
Enthralling priests and sinners
Being a fool for fools and sages
Up on the elevator
She brings the mic to her face, yeah
And if she sings her Scriptures
Then her mouth gets to the ear of the Ages

Tonight that picture's calling for
Another pilgrimage
So like a magic prayer let's all
Whisper that song of praise

Madonna, Madonna, Madonna, Madonna...

Madonna

If yesterday must reappear
There's only one pain I'd wish softer
But if the flame's just bitter steam
Then I would never find your shelter

But I am still alive
I steal some flowers from a grave of mine
But I have lived in fire
I've stirred sunflowers with a worn out smile

If yesterday must disappear
There's only one hand I'd remember
The one that took my pulse to keep
The smell of my heart on its fingers

If yesterday must reappear
Don't blind my faith put in the Scriptures
Please penetrate the eyes I missed
Behind the faces in the pictures

But I am still alive 
I steal some flowers from a grave of mine
But I have lived in fire 
I've stirred sunflowers with a worn out smile

Oh no, not the same void, not again
Oh Lord I wish I could restore my faith
Oh no, not the same void, not again
I did once wish that I could, that I could die

But I am still alive 
I steal some flowers from a grave of mine
But I have lived in fire 
I've stirred sunflowers with a worn out smile

If yesterday must reappear
There's only one pain I'd wish softer
But if the flame's just bitter steam
Then I would never find your shelter


Rémi Cresta : chant, guitare électrique, piano, glockenspiel, synthétiseurs, tambourin, shaker 👨‍🎤
Jules Daurat : basse, chœurs 🎸
Élodie Jacquens : chœurs 👩‍🎤
Milena Jeliazkova : chant 👩‍🎤
Jeanne Prévost : batterie, chant 🥁

Texte : Rémi Cresta
Musique : Rémi Cresta et Milena Jeliazkova

Denis "Rastyron" Thery (Studio K) : Prise de son, mixage et mastering

If yesterday must reappear

The Tragicomedy

Rémi Cresta: Paroles, musique, arrangements, prises de son, chant, guitares, glockenspiel, banjoline, claviers/synthétiseurs, bâton de pluie.
Laurianne Bézier: Violoncelle et arrangements.
Quentin Cordeau: Basse fretless et arrangements.
Tristan Reuther: Batterie et arrangements/prises de son.
Denis "Rastyron" Thery (Studio K): Mixage et mastering.

Illustration de Lou Bonelli

Mmm... I've heard groans and moans coming from your room
Son are you wanking ?
No dad I'm crying
I feel alone at home even if I'm surrounded
All the time, on every side, I feel bounded
By a filter 
That I'm trying to tear, to tear, so I can reach her
So I can reach her

She's carressing my hand
My cock's not even hard 
I lead the dance
It's a three-time romance
I fear pissing my pants
She's helping me to control
You lead the game
And I take my chance
Tonight

I'm a honey jar
Sticky sweet sugar
You're my blooming star
Sunflower nectar
We are honey jars

Carrying a bunch of flowers through the nave of the church
It's more than a hundred miles long, getting hard not to lurch
You see paintings of your friends carrying crosses on the walls
They say « Mind what you're doing, you're dropping them all
The petals of your anguishes are falling from your mane. »
I'm afraid to live, I stop and stretch, then I leave again
Then I live again

I'm going up and down and I can't find the middle
I try to play but I ain't got the level
If a wedding was set up soon
Would I be the witness or the groom ?
I'd give you all my love if I found out the right hole
Can't aim straight if you keep on wriggling
Up and down, can't find the middle, going up and down

She's carressing my hand
My cock's not even hard
I lead the dance
It's a three-time romance
I fear pissing my pants
She's helping me to control
You lead the game
And I take my chance
Tonight

I'm a honey jar
Sticky sweet sugar
You're my blooming star
Sunflower nectar
We are honey jars
Running on the ground
We are honey jars
Dancing lost and found

Pour Éléonore

Honey Jars (2019)

Texte : Rémi Cresta 
Musique : Lucas Di Mercurio, Quentin Cordeau, Rémi Cresta

Jade Aloisio : chant
Quentin Cordeau : basse
Rémi Cresta : chant, guitare électrique, clavier et programmation, claps
Lucas Di Mercurio : guitare 12 cordes, congas, bongos
Melissa Hamidou : saxophone
Annaïk Jan : violon
Tristan Reuther Girolami : batterie et arrangements

Mixage et mastering réalisés au Studio K par Denis "Rastyron" "Interflora" Thery.

Playing around until I've found some ideas 
Greeting my dear sleepless night 
I've almost finished this song, all I miss 
Is the music and the words 
Must be too shy with that blank sheet of mine 
Hoping that failure will do me a favour this time

One mood for the day, 
One mood for the night till the day's fortitude 
Trying hard to say what I mean, 
To mean what I say when I'm in this mood 
When the music starts to be born 
At last I may stop feeling moody 
And ask my friends to come and groove with me

Feel the freedom, I fear the demon within 
All those choices coming on 
I'll make the best one, you're gonna be stunned 
But I've been struggling for so long 
And nothing clear's coming, no nothing clear's coming 
Though I can't stop playing, I cannot stop playing 
I must be too shy with that blank sheet of mine 
Let's try to highlight our treasure inside 
Will you please be my guide, be my mate till I die ? 
Hoping that failure will do me a favour this time

Mood for the day, 
One mood for the night till the day's fortitude 
Trying hard to say what I mean, 
To mean what I say when I'm in this mood 
When the music starts to be born 
At last I may stop feeling moody 
And ask my friends to come and groove with me

So I am bringing out sound from the dark 
It helps me to see if my hands really spark 
No I can't stand still, I won't sleep until 
The sun can whistle my song

One mood for the day, 
One mood for the night till the day's fortitude 
Trying hard to say what I mean, 
To mean what I say when I'm in this mood

Finger in the noise

Mood

Texte et musique : Rémi Cresta

Rémi Cresta : chant, guitare électrique, guitare 12 cordes, basse, accordéon, clavier et programmation
Lucas Di Mercurio : darbouka
Tristan Reuther Girolami : batterie et arrangements

Mixage et mastering réalisés au Studio K par Denis "Rastyron" "Interflora" Thery.

Oh people want to move 
Move 
People want to move 
Move                                 

Like a child who's disappeared in streams of thinking, and steered 
Through the land of miseries, he screams for meaning, and I feel 
Sad like an empty house cleared of its previous life, when child grabs me asking : 
« Better to be stuck or not to know where the raft is sinking ?»

People waving at each other at the end of the day 
Who knows where those strangers go when they take different ways ?
Saying goodbye like you leave the stage 
Leaving the stage like you turn the page 
Saying farewell like see you tomorrow 
Let them go

Oh people want to move 
Move 
People want to move 
Move 
People want to move 
People want to move 
People want to move 
People want to move

Why every time you moved to distant places you got deported ? 
Why every time you climbed these wire fences you got locked in ? 
I know some people can't move from their chair while my sister's afraid of journeys 
I've heard that people ran away from war while my friend's gone to the army

People waving at each other at the end of the day 
Who knows where those strangers go when they take different ways ? Saying goodbye like you leave the stage 
Leaving the stage like you turn the page 
Saying farewell like see you tomorrow 
Let them go

I know this uneasiness so well 
That it's getting mysterious 
I'm dreaming of a machine that could tell 
What is wrong and what are the answers 
You're building the boat that you're going to miss 
Do not let yourself break your own Dreams
 Always say farewell like see you tomorrow 
Let them go

Oh people want to move 
Move 
People want to move 
Move 
People want to move 
People want to move 
People want to move 
People want to move

Oh people want to move

Move

Texte et musique : Rémi Cresta

Laurianne Bézier : violoncelle et arrangements
Rémi Cresta : chant, guitare électrique, basse, banjoline, clavier et programmation
Julie Derlincourt : basson
Tristan Reuther Girolami : batterie et arrangements

Mixé et masterisé au Studio K par Denis "Rastyron" "Interflora" Thery.

My life has been such a labour 
Scurring 'till dusk in a lab, using machines 
I've strived to keep healing people, woho 
Litres of piss filling flasks, red syringes

Contrary to what I thought 
There's not a lot of things that can be seen 
Through the eye of a microscope, woho 
With an other lens maybe I'll press the shutter release

And as she curls up in her bed 
I think she huddles in her head 
And as she opens her mouth 
It's her hard job that bores her boyfriend every time 
If they can reach the ISS 
She sure can find the best actress, hoo yeah 
But as she opens her mouth 
It's her hard job that bores her boyfriend every time

I wish to be a film maker 
To see my name written on every reel 
I like science fiction, woho 
Let's go to Mars for real to shoot a film

Iron spacesuit, check blood pressure 
Store fruit juice inside the rocket, gather your team 
Get ready for departure 
Jet blasting, say goodbye to your routine 

And as she curls up in her bed 
I think she huddles in her head 
And as she opens her mouth 
It's her hard job that bores her boyfriend every time 
If they can reach the ISS 
She sure can find the best actress, hoo yeah 

But as he's trying to rouse 
His girl from bed, she's got her life pills by her side

And as she curls up in her bed 
She sure can find the best actress

Prise 200 / The Nurse

Texte et musique : Rémi Cresta

Rémi Cresta : chant, guitare électrique, guitare classique, basse, banjoline, clavier et programmation, percussions métalliques
Noémie Murach : flûtes à bec
Tristan Reuther Girolami : batterie et arrangements

Mixage et mastering réalisés au Studio K par Denis « Rastyron» « Interflora » Thery.

Fossils of instants shall gather 'round the fire
Remembering their lives or their deaths
Faces in crystals shall batter at the hours
'Till sediments arise from their dance
Footprint shall run under fleeting ground through water
They'll kick the earth, then ashes will fall
Ruins shall crumble, rain blowing down the fire
They'll seek the birth that lasts in the soil 

Circadian circle is growing small
The circassian circle, we're having fun

There's so many things to do, building our house, 
Walking the dog and getting to know each other

Fossils of instants shall gather 'round the fire
Remembering their lives or their deaths
Faces in crystals shall batter at the hours
'Till sediments arise from their dance
Footprint shall run under fleeting ground through water
They'll kick the earth, then ashes will fall
Ruins shall crumble, rain blowing down the fire
They'll seek the birth that lasts in the soil

In the soil 

In the soil...
In the soil...
In the soil...

Circadian Circle

Texte et musique : Rémi Cresta

Rémi Cresta : chant, clavier et programmation, guitare électrique, guitare classique, basse, batterie (échantillonnage et programmation)

Mixage et mastering réalisés au Studio K par Denis "Rastyron" "Interflora" Thery. 

Des cordes sortent de ma gorge
Je m'en sers mal, elles écorchent
Des phrases aveugles ou des mots borgnes
Mes idées louchent si tu me lorgnes

Je veux que tes paroles ressemblent 
A l'intérieur du mausolée
Dans lequel trotteront à l'amble 
Des mésanges aux ailes collées

Alors répands sur des plaies amples
Des mots d'ange et de mots salés
Pour rappeler au mort qui tremble
Qu'ailleurs la douceur est allée

Des bras me sortent des épaules
Entourant ton visage gravé
Dans une musique qui s'étiole
S'évade un peu puis disparaît

Ta voix exporte des linceuls
Renfermant ces caresses ratées
Des hurlements dits de nous seuls
Les tremblements de ta trachée

Des os me poussent sous la peau
Ils me font mal, je les supporte
Pour deux ecchymoses qu'on se forge
J'entends quatre lèvres emportées

Tes cheveux sortent de mes manches
Qu'ils s'allongent pour qu'à des milliers
De kilomètres je m'y épanche
Sans mots pour être reliés

Que reposant sous terre tu tendes
L'oreille, même à deux cent milliers
De kilomètres, que je rampe
La nuit par peur de t'éveiller

Des bras me sortent des épaules
Entourant ton visage gravé
Dans une musique qui s'étiole
S'évade un peu puis disparaît

Ta voix exporte des linceuls
Renfermant ces caresses ratées
Des hurlements dits de nous seuls
Les tremblements de ta trachée

Des bras me sortent des épaules
Des bras me sortent des épaules

Mausolée

Texte et musique : Rémi Cresta

Laurianne Bézier : violoncelle et arrangements
Quentin Cordeau : basse fretless et arrangements
Rémi Cresta : chant, guitare électrique, glockenspiel, banjoline, clavier et programmation, bâton de pluie
Tristan Reuther Girolami : batterie et arrangements 

Mixage et mastering réalisés au Studio K par Denis « Rastyron» « Interflora » Thery.

Pour Éléonore 

Mmm... I've heard groans and moans coming from your room
Son are you wanking ?
No dad I'm crying
I feel alone at home even if I'm surrounded
All the time, on every side, I feel bounded
By a filter
That I'm trying to tear, to tear, so I can reach her
So I can reach her

She's carressing my hand
My cock's not even hard
I lead the dance
It's a three-time romance
I fear pissing my pants
She's helping me to control
You lead the game
And I take my chance
Tonight

I'm a honey jar
Sticky sweet sugar
You're my blooming star
Sunflower nectar
We are honey jars

Carrying a bunch of flowers through the nave of the church
It's more than a hundred miles long, getting hard not to lurch
You see paintings of your friends carrying crosses on the walls
They say « Mind what you're doing, you're dropping them all
The petals of your anguishes are falling from your mane. »
I'm afraid to live, I stop and stretch, then I leave again
Then I live again

I'm going up and down and I can't find the middle
I try to play but I ain't got the level
If a wedding was set up soon
Would I be the witness or the groom ?
I'd give you all my love if I found out the right hole
Can't aim straight if you keep on wriggling
Up and down, can't find the middle, going up and down

She's carressing my hand
My cock's not even hard
I lead the dance
It's a three-time romance
I fear pissing my pants
She's helping me to control
You lead the game
And I take my chance
Tonight

I'm a honey jar
Sticky sweet sugar
You're my blooming star
Sunflower nectar
We are honey jars
Running on the ground
We are honey jars
Dancing lost and found

Honey Jars

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