U'r fire is wild

01 Make Your Move

Flicker

lyrics: 

I don’t wanna go out and see a video
I don’t wanna go out and touch a radio
I just wanna stay in fuck the presidio
I just wanna lay low

turned on the news i thought it was a trash fire
Talkin head on the tube he was a fat liar
Social media squeaking like a high wire
I just wanna lay low

Riverwest the people so mental
East side the vibe’s temperamental
Downtown is self-referential
I just wanna lay low

Play a record go wild in the country
Fuck Chapelle man he used to be funny
I got a blunt but I’m all out of money
I just wanna lay low

Let’s go walk in the woods a picking flowers
Gonna cry on the floor in the shower 
Delivery guy says he’ll be here in an hour
I just wanna lay low

Take off your shirt and we’ll wrestle on the sofa
I got a move and I learned it from Jehovah
Call your mom and ask if she’s seen BOFA
I just wanna lay low

I don’t wanna go out and see a video
I don’t wanna go out and touch a radio
I just wanna stay in fuck the presidio
I just wanna lay low

I cry all day but I never took prozac
Tossed a quarter right into your buttcrack
I think I’ll scream if I read another substack
I just wanna lay low

Got the shakes from all the fucking caffeine
House shows the bros are a b-beat scene
It’s the end it’s the end of the Holocene
I just wanna lay low

Band hoodie I’m like yo wassup b
meme account dolls on instagram judge me
All the boys are terrified to touch me
I just wanna lay low

(I Just Wanna) Lay Low

lyrics:

Memory
Violet leered
To think the words you say
No they have no power here

Synthetic
Tiresias
throbbing and unfocused
A puppet to excess

Naked
Unreproved
Bored with all the waiting
An overture refused


You want to be someone special
Just like all the rest
A stumbling hero
Of the Easily impressed

Your sneer’s an awful actor
Isn’t it obvious?
The bluster’s lost its lustre
Now it’s just suspect


April
Crescent moon 
Your little friend 
Once told me that
You think you are immune

Imperfect
Innocence
Shaking dusty Prudence but
It’s nothing but pretense

Umbrage
Out of tune
Social caterpillar
But you’re only a cocoon 

A weirdness
Less expressed
I lay my weary head 
upon the lap of nothingness


You want to be someone special
Just like all the rest
A stumbling hero
Of the Easily impressed

Your sneer’s an awful actor
Isn’t it obvious?
The bluster’s lost its lustre
Now it’s just suspect




Hero Of The Easily Impressed

Wind Dancer

Let the Silence Scream

Ziggybirds original

Took the keys to my 62 Chevy
Skies were grey the air was heavy
That poor beast never won a race
But it did ok going all over the place 
Took it the movies, 2001
Somebody stole it son of a gun
Police came when I made the call
Stumbling on words I was tripping balls, yeah.

My dad commuted in a Volkswagen bug
I ran through clutches give the gearshift a tug 
Home from college late one night
Head on with a tree gave myself a fright 
Upgraded to a Volkswagen van
Do 20 on the mountain the best that I can
Smoking dope and getting the finger 
Bitter End hoping the effects would linger
 
Do doughnuts in the province of Quebec
When we were done, drove like a wreck

Got a Dodge Dart, built like a box 
Working in Canada got me that stock
I bent the frame after playing a game 
It drove sideways down the center lane 
Had no finesse it was repossessed
In a way I was really blessed 
Graebstone’s mom took over the checks
I moved west hoping for the best 

Solo

Lessons learned, and mistakes corrected
All my focus redirected yeah 3piece

Girls aplenty beach and sun
Finally got to have some good fun
Still a mistake here or there 
Built a career started to care 
Grok the computers speak in their tongues
working real hard hit a home run
Morale of this story, life goes fast 
Have some fun while it lasts.

Car Tale

Les dés perdants       (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/40uf8PC8Q0I

Texte et chant : Muette
Guitare :              Strataddict
Musique:            Alain Illos

Le père :
On dit qu'les mères en amour ont neuf mois d'avance,
Qu'on ne vous porte pas, et que nous : c'est la loi.
On dit même qu'on vous fabrique par inadvertance.
Mais ma tendresse est un lait qui ne se tarit pas.

Le fils :
Si tu peux tout cela,                 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Pourquoi ces terres brûlées,
Ce vide en moi, papa ?

La mère:
Tu es quelqu'un de bien. Tu es quelqu'un de rare.   
Celui qui te trahit, celui qui te salit,
Qu'il change de trottoir : je lui lav'rai la bouche
Avec du savon noir. Je veux pas qu'on te touche.

Le fils:
Tous tes regards sont teints                    
De ton amour pour moi.
C'est mon pain quotidien,
J'en connais trop le goût. 

La mère:
Blé noir qui se morfond et ne veut pas lever,       
Tu cherches des soleils pour croire et espérer.
Les plafonds sont trop bas, les idéaux s'effondrent
Et la triche est partout, le monde est à refondre.
Tu ne peux plus mettre dans les miens tes pas.

Le fils :
Si tu sais tout cela,                
Sur le tapis vert,
Pourquoi tes mains jetèrent
Les dés perdants, maman ?   

La mère et le père
Les dés seront gagnants si tu changes les règles. 
Hier, j'ai vu un lièvre emporté par un aigle.
Et j'ai pensé : Merveille, les lièvres volent !

Le fils:
Et moi je n’arrive plus à marcher jusqu’à l’école .

The losing dice,

The father:
They say that mothers in love have a nine-month head start,
That we don't carry you, and that we: it's the law.
They even say that we make you inadvertently.
But my tenderness is milk that never runs dry.

The son:
If you can do all that, 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Why these burnt lands,
This emptiness in me, dad?

Mother:
You're a good person. You're a rare one.   
The one who betrays you, the one who dirties you,
Let him change sidewalk: I'll wash his mouth
With black soap. I don't want anyone to touch you.

The son:
All your looks are tinged 
With your love for me.
It's my daily bread,
I know the taste too well.

The mother:
Black wheat that mopes and won't rise, 
You're looking for suns to believe and hope.
Ceilings are too low, ideals are collapsing
And cheating is everywhere, the world needs to be remade.
You can no longer follow in my footsteps.

Son:
If you know all this, 
On the green carpet,
Why did your hands throw
The losing dice, Mom?

Mother and father
The dice will win if you change the rules. 
Yesterday, I saw a hare carried off by an eagle.
And I thought: Wonder, hares can fly!
Son:
And I can't walk to school.

Les dés perdants  avec Muette

Flat Broke & Wasted

New Minglewood Blues

Pacific Northwest via NY/LA. Fender, Gibson, Martin, Taylor guitars and basses. Logic Pro X.
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