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so this is the awakening, a twisted reflection, 
more shattered than yesterday.
gotta deal with the pain, the loss of love — the real one,
that leaves a bitter taste — fear is crowned the queen in here.
i broke my hoop, and my brain is plotting regicide.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

i’ve given too much skin, don’t call me to tan my hide.
keep your glasses of water, your extra drops and your wax statues.
i ain’t no poet and i don’t care — i see only cowards, i’m their center,
 i’m a part of it, i’m their chanter, and i never run out of targets.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

so here it is, the exit — sorry, it ain’t any prettier.
if that’s the end of the tunnel, i won’t chew the coming words.
i don’t know what this universe wants, but i’m not sure it’s the right math.
it smells of spite inside my silence, kingdom of my twisted thoughts.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

the one i hear ain’t happy, not sure that bastard’s planning peace.
anyway, inside of me, demons are playing in the wound.
there’s a taste of déjà vu, like a black cat after nine lives.
let’s undress the disillusion — there it is, fear looks prettier.

Chorus (final):
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.


La peur est si jolie

4 - mémoire de résistence

One More Song for the Road


Born on the wrong side
Never had much choice
Lady luck gets to decide
If anyone hears your voice

Right place in the right time
Or the perhaps the opposite
Graft and grind don't matter much
When luck won't permit

Some are born with everything
Some get nothing at all
Random as a dice roll
Who rises and who falls

Roll the dice
See what you get
Roll the dice
No safe bet
Nothing's earned
Nothing's fair
Just roll the dice
And say a prayer 

Work your finger to the bone
Still might lose it all
While some sleepwalk through life
Never take a fall

Pray to whatever god you want
Still won't change the game
Chance don't care a fig about
Your fear or your pain

Some are born with everything
Some get nothing at all
Random as a dice roll
Who rises and who falls

Roll the dice
See what you get
Roll the dice
No safe bet
Nothing's earned
Nothing's fair
Just roll the dice
And say a prayer 



Roll the Dice

Golden Opportunity

December Stillness

C'est pas facile

Skybound

Tell Her Today

Quickborn

Turbot Mix est une âme sonore.
Slam, lo-fi, introspection et spiritualité se mêlent pour éclairer l’ombre.
Chaque morceau est une lumière, chaque silence une vérité.