Female STU

THIS IS OUR FIRST SINGLE (from our upcoming EP : "ONE BLEAK WEAK")

LYRICS:
Dear keys, lovely monk'
Ey, you're as cute as a chipmunk

Unlock our home door
Your arms on my shore
I kiss you like…

I kiss you like a little boy
But no mistakes it’s all
Just jokes, we only know

I'll be your gibbon, I'll be your baboon
I'll be your "Dieter Schubert"
Be my "Saint affricaine"
Be my "little Monkie"

We always buy books and sing songs
For our little "Billy Bat", who we wish is soon to come

Monkie Love (free download)

THIS IS THE SECOND EXTRACT FROM OUR  UPCOMING EP : "ONE BLEAK WEAK" (05/28/15) <3

LYRICS:
"IS IT REALLY YOUR TYPE ?"
Eyes on you in the dancing hall
I miss you all the time
Sat on bench in the dancing hall
Girls & boys wiggle
But I can't stop fixing my eyes on you
In the dancing hall

I have a landscape of you
I’d concede for nothing
I bring it everywhere
& it follows me, kisses me,
In my writing, in my thoughts, in my poems

But it is a bleak week
Fingers tremble on the wheel
Good King Krule song on radio :
"Bathed in grey". I'm gay, I'm a lesbian
I'm Homosapien you know !
I'm what ever you want from me
You can transform me / myself
Cause I’m falling in love with you tonight
I miss you all the time Lionel

Lionel

This track is about a good friend(soundcloud.com/arthur-hffmnn). 

At the holiday house
When we were younger
Listening to songs on beds
 In our minds on vacancy  
We said always :

"Oh yes ! It's a pattern that suddenly
 Makes you think of the passed year,  
Or suddenly, of our ideal days to come"

The never-ending sunsets which were
Spreading lights in the room
 And the balmy air which stops smothering faces around  
We were staying cloistered in dreams  
Playing for hours on screens  
But still nostalgic and envious of the come what may

Of the possible lovers we wanted to be  
Of sentences which are breathtaking  
Of experience, life simply, like kids of our ages  
Of juicy body, plump, and other coastal breasts  
A tone of thoughts
 A million of wishes

Our sky, our flight by night, full of stars
 Dressed by the ground, full of grass  
Grazed knees, bruises by brambles  
Absorbed and terrified by an outer space,
By a universe within our reach

Arthur ! Young brother, I'd rather taste
Of guiltiness than repress our envy  
Hey ! We filled a void devoid of cohesive thoughts,
With our passion, daily 
& Forever

Arthur

Sweat salty & perspiring knees
 Front of a drink, own that shit
Guess what I'm funny
I make jokes about our creation myth  
Home alone is a moment of truth  
Interior is living,
Room full of Hades
Exterior, Lining up Venus
With the lamp post  
A drugstore plus with the lights of the morn  
Electric naked cactus,
Invisible tumbleweed,
Hiding nature  
My heart is far away,
Wasted on your  
Fresh mint chewed that states our pneumonia &
Our drilled blood vessels Em-
Pty ashtray, cause I don't smoke  
Enter a title of a dot-doc
Straight after the girl's gone  
I choose a type as I choose a mood
 I print-it & I text-it on the fridge,
Another instagra-mess of "I'm lonely"  
Baby, decline ?
From summer
To december
Hiber-
Nation

 The downpour days, weeks and months  
The movie on your eyelids, no more

 A distant memory collapse, with a love postcard
But it's tasting good, it's obvious, I'm a brand new grad
I take care of our memories, 10 years,
I keep the light safe

 I leave the couch, I write a let(ter), I face the fut(ure)
 I'm as spleenesque as always  
But fuck I'm today

Card Post

An old recliner as a seat
 The food we cooked is gonna come out
 My brain just makes some shit up
 Time has passed above our home  
Boy, why are you spreading some shit talks on my girlfriend ?
 You know  

We grow up next to a goodbye
 In the legacy of the funeral for our parents’ love  
We share a lot, we are twice, life double, lifelike,  
We were in love next to a theme of separation  
It was noisy but we were sure it could work  

My coastal body, her cargo ship love  
We have done this by our own initiative,  
We are doing this well, in being not effective  
Started from the bottom, now we're here  
Hey guess what
 Since we’ve heard,  
We produce with generosity,  
We do our best  
We drill the hilltop zone : 
The blue blur level end  
(Always, We reinvented,  &
Created, animated our feelings)

 Boy says "run that shit"
 Boy, you think this maturity is what you don't want,  
The middle age, of course not  
The dark vault of the fut(ure), of course not  
We think this is what we want, what we are,
 Not the obvious direction
 For sure, not the oblivion of our
 Personalities  

You, with all of your convictions
Your question is rhetorical  
 In lyrics of La Dispute, you can hear  
"She is happy when she is with me and I am"  
This is how we are
 A booty love

My coastal body, her cargo ship love  
We have done this by our own initiative,  
We are doing this well, in being not effective  
Started from the bottom, now we're here  
Hey guess what
 Since we’ve heard,  
We produce with generosity,  
We do our best  
We drill the hilltop zone : 
The blue blur level end  
(Always, We reinvented,  &
Created, animated our feelings)

 The scent of our booty have filled our lungs,
& replaced cigarettes
 Take a path instead of just leaving our bags
 Even if we‘re missing some details, that's still a way to go home
 We don't feel forced to talk / but men, you‘re talking to a wall

En Joue, Feu !

  Je me rappelle que pendant deux étés au moins, je ne voyais de ce qui m'entourait qu'une grande pierre qui se trouvait à environ 800 mètres du village […]. C'était un monolithe d'une couleur dorée, s'ouvrant à la base sur une caverne  : tout le dessous était creux, l'eau avait fait ce travail. […] Depuis ce jour nous passâmes là toutes nos matinées et nos après-midi. Nous étions cinq ou six enfants, toujours les mêmes, qui ne nous quittions jamais. Tous les matins, en m'éveillant, je cherchais la pierre. De la maison, je la voyais dans ses moindres détails, ainsi que, tel un fil, le petit chemin qui y menait  ; tout le reste était vague et inconsistant, de l'air qui ne s'accroche à rien. […] Une fois, je ne saurais me rappeler par quel hasard, je m'éloignai plus que d'habitude. Peu après, je me retrouvai sur une hauteur. Devant moi, un peu en contrebas, au milieu des broussailles, se dressait une énorme pierre noire présentant la forme d'une pyramide étroite et pointue dont les parois tombaient presque verticalement. Je ne puis exprimer le sentiment de dépit et de déroute que j'éprouvai à ce moment.
La pierre me frappa immédiatement comme un être vivant, hostile, menaçant. Elle menaçait tout : nous, nos jeux et notre caverne. Son existence m'était intolérable et je sentis tout de suite — ne pouvant pas la faire disparaître — qu'il fallait l'ignorer, l'oublier et n'en parler à personne. Il m'arriva néanmoins de m'approcher d'elle, mais ce fut avec le sentiment de me livrer à quelque chose de répréhensible, de secret, de louche. Je la touchai à peine d'une main avec répulsion et effroi. J'en fis le tour, tremblant d'y découvrir une entrée. Pas trace de caverne […] Je m'enfuis loin de cette pierre noire, je n'en parlais pas aux autres enfants, je l'ignorai et ne retournai plus la voir […] qu'il fallait l'ignorer, l'oublier et n'en parler à personne»

That you
You had
You want
You do
You can do
You can do so
You wanted to do so much
You can do anything

Actually I turned ON all of the lights,
Because I am scared of the dark

L'oublier et n'en parler à personne

This guy arrived and he wanted to be part of it
A place where we listen to some good radio hit
All the projects to which you wanna contribute
That I don't have money to spend
on. Cause you're in France not in Spain
The sun doesn't shine like a gold river

Soleil

From the moment we met to this cold afternoon in march  
Yeah, it's still cold in march
 I imagine a pen and a list
 Candy — check, Fresh mint — check  
Good Literature, carelessly left on top of a chair — check  
Sunset, Linkin park CD, & no parents at all — check

This is not sci-fi, we are doing this
This is the kiss, the hand on the curly hair  
This is the moment, this is what we expect
 The prime time, the open mouth of your life

Your butt pressed on a button of the remote controller
 And TV plays… (Plus belle)

Candy — check, Fresh mint — check  
Good Literature, carelessly left on top of a chair — check
 Sunset, Linkin park CD, & no parents at all — check

I imagine a pen and a list
(Your butt pressed on a button)

And TV plays an old south fiction episode
This is not sci-fi, we are doing this
This is the kiss

 Plus belle, plus belle, plus belle, 
La vie

South Fiction

"Sleeper Hold" by Saintseneca from the album 'Such Things,' available October 9th

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