Old Winter Trees

Points of Reference.

Avez-vous besoin d'un billet ?

Do you need a ticket?

Happy work's day

Happy Work's Day (Original M!X)

Vidéo YouTube : https://youtu.be/xikxos9JhJ4
Ce qui bat là..
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Toujours est-il
Que j’perds le fil
De mes idées.
Mayday Mayday,
Je défibrille,
Je tomb’, je vrille,
Panne moteur
Du cœur, du cœur.
J’avoue, j’ai peur
Du saut dans l’vide
Dans l’air limpide.
Mayday ! Roger ?
Ecout’, écoute
Ce qui bat là...
Quand j’t’aperçois,
J’ai pas de doute.
100 BPM :
C’est que je t’aime !
Toujours est-il
Que j’perds le fil
De ma p’tit’ laine.
A moitié nue
-Corps en mitaine-
Je me vois plus
Reprendr’ le cours
Du jour d’avant.
Nouvel amour,
Nouvel amant :
Déshabille-moi
De haut en bas.
Ecout’, écoute
Ce qui bat là...
Quand j’t’aperçois,
J’ai pas de doute.
100 BPM :
C’est que je t’aime !
Toujours est-il
Que quand ta bouche
Demande asile,
Quand tu me touches,
Quand tu t’attardes,
Je tachycarde.
C’est comm’ monter
Un escalier
Sans garde-fou
Et sans pallier,
C’est se lier,
Pouls contre pouls.

Ce Qui Bat là  avec Muette

It is to be noted that the music and melody starting at 2:25 and ending at 3:00 was written by Liam Sternberg and originally performed by The Bangles, and is from the song Walk Like An Egyptian, with new lyrics written by Ultrasonic Pest Repellent.


Lyrics:

Some people say I act like a zombie
Cause I remember stupid memes like Harambe
Come on, Acting really cool like you wanna be
The only thing I’m good at is nothing

Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing

Living off the smokes that I’m bumming
You call me up, and I say that I’m coming
But I’m actually just laying down sleeping
When the neighbours are fucking, I’ll go Tom-peeping

Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing

Got a broken nose, the scatman goes a-skibbity-doop doopity boppity bop
Listen to the tune, oh eh oh, you bust it out to the hippity hop
Arnold Swartzenegger was so cool before he was into politics
If you think this sucks, oh eh oh, pull down my pants, give me anal licks

Homeless guys with their fentanyl pipes, eh oh, eh oh, oh eh, oh oh, eh oh

Dying from the addiction

Good At Doing Nothing

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/jckflDtyfUQ

Je sors..
Texte : Sanzen 
Chant : Julia 
Musique : Alain Illos

La nuit comme un écrin,
lendemains juvéniles.
Des lumières se devinent,
j'irai ce soir en ville.
Je sors ce soir,
retrouver ma jeunesse,
les regards qui scintillent,
ma nuit adolescente.
Je sors ce soir, en ville,
pour une célébration,
je sors me réjouir,
le brio dans leurs yeux.
Gardez moi du déclin,
lendemains juvéniles.
Je sors me réjouir,
les lumières de la ville.
Ce soir, adolescent,
ce soir, reconnaissant.
Pour ce qui est à venir,
mon coeur juvénile.
La nuit est un écrin,
les lumières,
les lendemains...

I leave

The night as a jewel box,
youthful tomorrows.
Lights can be seen,
I'm going into town tonight.
I'm going out tonight,
back to my youth,
glittering eyes,
my teenage night.
I'm going out tonight
for a celebration,
I'm going out to rejoice,
the brio in their eyes.
Save me from decline,
youthful tomorrows.
I go out to rejoice,
the lights of the city.
Tonight, adolescent,
tonight, grateful.
For what's to come,
my youthful heart.
The night is a jewel box,
lights,
the tomorrows...

Je Sors.... ( avec Julia )   translated after the French text

True stories

Lyrics:
Kelly, she took her Dad's sports car out for a ride
She hit a tree
That girl was just 17 years old when she died
My friend Carew
He always knew what to do
To keep his mind and body healthy
He never drank beer and never smoked pot
Out for a Sunday run
Hit by a Greyhound Bus
Ohh God keeps a messy house
God keeps a messy house

My friend Mike T
He swam out to the sea
Trying to rescue a drowning boy
Who fell down to the bottom of the ocean
I swear this story is true
That boy went on to kill his family
The Lord works in mysterious ways
Lord works in wondrous ways
God keeps a messy house
Works in wondrous
Mysterious ways
God keeps a messy house

God Keeps A Messy House

reversal

This song is  a story of someone who’s stuck between existence and nonexistence. almost like a ghost of their former self. It’s about identity erosion, being forgotten, and becoming a statue rather than a living person.
Music is created with suno AI.

OBSCURE

When you think
You're being the chosen one
You're not
It's his ploy
To destroy you
And take yor soul

Use your soul
To fuel his
Power
Use your soul 
To fuel his
Power

False prophet’s design
He feeds on souls
The power he steals

If you keep at it
He'll make you feel like
The chosen one
It's a trap

It's the
Ploy of the damned
As he will harvest your soul

False prophet’s design
He feeds on souls
The power he steals

When you think
You're being the chosen one
You're not
It's his ploy
To destroy you
And take yor soul

Use your soul
To fuel his
Power
Use your soul 
To fuel his
Power

False prophet’s design
He feeds on souls
The power he steals


False Prophet’s Design

CHILDREN OF RADIATION

Is that you John Wayne?  Is this me?


Members:

Gremescer Fuckburger: Vocals, lyrics, guitar, bass, sitar, synths, keyboards, Saxophone, Drums, Didgeridoo

Mick Mack: Drums, vocals