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Fantômes

[Intro]
Hum…
Hey
Mmm..
San..
San , San, San, San, San, San, San, San
Hey, hey
San, San, San, San, San
Hey, San, hey, hey
San, San, San, San
Hey (hey), hey, San
Hey, hey
 
[Couplet 1]
J'essaye plus d'ressusciter des fantôme
Le teint pâle, les dents jaunes
On n'a jamais d'grandes causes
On avait juste des temps d'pause
On m'a dit : 'Maintenant, faut qu'tu sois sérieux
Faut devenir un homme'
J'ai vu des mecs marrants s'prendre au sérieux
Plus jamais faire rire personne
J'ai l'cerveau qui déconne
C'est leurs insultes qui résonnent
Récemment, plus j'me questionne
Plus j'me rapproche de l'exode
Les mecs vieillissent d'viennent pire qu'avant
Etre un homme, c'est garder une part d'enfant
Tu sombres dès qu't'ignores c'que la vie t'apprend
Y'a pas d'raccourci vers le firmament, c'est dur de tenir sa langue
Dans l'lit d'Satan, les dangers portent un visage d'ange
J'sais qu'finalement y'a personne qui m'attend, si j'agis bizarrement
C'est pas qu'j'oublie ma vie d'avant, j'y pense différemment
Y'a pas de psy' sans patient ; leur haine est juste un passe-temps
J'vous baise, soit dit en passant ; j'connais c'qu'on perd en gagnant
Nombreux seraient les absents si y'avait pas d'diamant, sans
Couronne sur la tête, j'm'en battrai les couilles royalement ; San
 
[Refrain]
Bien sûr qu'j'mens quand j'dis qu'j'en ai rien à foutre
Ça serait dommage que tu sois l'seul qui souffre
Han, t'inquiète pas, mes problèmes vont bien
T'inquiète pas, mes problèmes me vont bien
 
[Couplet 2]
Tu t'fous d'ma gueule et j'fais l'mec stupide
J'me fous d'ta gueule mais j'suis plus subtile
T'as pris la confiance, t'es plus lucide
'Désolé, les gars, c'est juste une rime'
Ma vie, c'est comme marcher sur une ligne
J'me barre en couilles quand y'a plus d'surprise
T'es mon amour, elle, c'est juste une fille
J'ai la mélancolie blues du king
J'étais censé t'emmener sur une île
Île-de-France, et nos rêves puent l'urine
Qu'est-ce que j'vais dire à mon futur fils ?
'Désolé mais y'a plus d'futur, file'
Oui, c'est vrai, t'es jolie, mais raconte pas ta vie
C'est vraiment plus la peine
Depuis qu't'as mis en ligne toute ta vie
Tu m'ennuies comme si j't'ai déjà ken'
J'vois plus d'photo, j'vois qu'le négatif
Comme ma plus grande peur, c'est qu'mon verre soit vide
Quand j'roulais trois heures pour une baise rapide
Et qu'ça jouait les divas comme des vieilles actrices
Quand j'bossais trois semaines pour une paire d'Asics
Pour une Air Max 8, pour une veste à zip
Pour un mec raciste, j'voulais faire d'la 'sique
J'voulais refaire ma vie, s'te-plaît, laisse-moi vivre
J'voudrais être naïf, plus croire mon cœur que mes yeux
Voir un Indien dans Paris avec des fleurs, voir un mec amoureux
Mais y'a plus d'magie dans un tour où tu connais les ficelles
On a failli être amis, maintenant, j'sais qu'ça sera juste du business
 
[Outro]
Malgré les beaux habits, les vestes sont réversibles
On restera faux amis, tu peux chercher d'autres cibles
Ils t'appellent 'la famille', pourraient baiser ta fille
Attendent que tu tombes pour te mettre un penalty
Méfie-toi ou tu finiras sous sédatifs
Sois proche de tes ennemis, c'est comme ça, c'est la vie
 

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Love Me Now

Gabriel:
 
Pulling me further. Further than I've been before
Making me stronger. Shaking me right to the core, oh
I don't know what's in the stars
Never heard it from above, the world isn't ours
But I know what's in my heart
If you ain't mine I'll be torn apart
 
I don't know who's gonna kiss you when I'm gone
So I'm gonna love you now, like it's all I have
And I know it'll kill me when it's over
I don't wanna think about it, I want you to love me now
 
(Love me now, love me now)
Oh, oh, love me now, oh, oh, oh,
(Love me now, love me now)
I want you to love me now
 
Jess:
 
It's Something inside us
Knows there's nothing guaranteed
Boy I don't need you
To tell me that you'll never leave
When we've done all that we could
To turn darkness into light, turn evil to good
Even when we try so hard
For that perfect kind of love, it could all fall apart
 
And who's gonna kiss you when I'm gone?
Oh I'm gonna love you now, like it's all I have
And I know it'll kill me when it's over
I don't wanna think about it, and I want you to love me now
 
(Love me now, love me now)
Oh, oh, love me now, oh, oh, oh
Love me now
(Love me now, I want you to love me now)
And I want you to love me now, love me now (oh oh) love me now (oh oh) love me now, oh oh oh love me now, love me now, I want you to love me now
 
Gabriel:
 
I don't know how the years will go down, it's alright
Let's make the most of every moment tonight
 
Love me now, love me now oh oh, love me now
 
Jess:
 
I don't know who's gonna kiss you when I'm gone
So I'm gonna love you now, and I want you to love me now
(Love me now, love me now)
Oh, oh, love me now, oh, oh, oh
(Love me now, love me now)
I want you to love me now
 

No, the moon

[Verse 1]
The sun is hidden
Behind the clouds
The sun goes down
I see it fall
 
I write your name
At the grocery store
I want to see
What it's like to be you
 
[Verse 2]
I'm lying down
It's raining now
When things are gone
You can't have them back
 
I close my eyes
It's late at night
I hope I won't
Have that dream again
 

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
(Wordsworth, 'My Heart Leaps Up')
 
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
 
The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
 
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
And while the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound,
To me alone there came a thought of grief:
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
And I again am strong:
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;
I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,
The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
And all the earth is gay;
Land and sea
Give themselves up to jollity,
And with the heart of May
Doth every Beast keep holiday;—
Thou Child of Joy,
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy.
 
Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal,
The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all.
Oh evil day! if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning,
This sweet May-morning,
And the Children are culling
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm:—
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
—But there's a Tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone;
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
 
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
 
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,
And, even with something of a Mother's mind,
And no unworthy aim,
The homely Nurse doth all she can
To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man,
Forget the glories he hath known,
And that imperial palace whence he came.
 
Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,
Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,
With light upon him from his father's eyes!
See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,
Some fragment from his dream of human life,
Shaped by himself with newly-learn{e}d art
A wedding or a festival,
A mourning or a funeral;
And this hath now his heart,
And unto this he frames his song:
Then will he fit his tongue
To dialogues of business, love, or strife;
But it will not be long
Ere this be thrown aside,
And with new joy and pride
The little Actor cons another part;
Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage'
With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,
That Life brings with her in her equipage;
As if his whole vocation
Were endless imitation.
 
Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy Soul's immensity;
Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,—
Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!
On whom those truths do rest,
Which we are toiling all our lives to find,
In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;
Thou, over whom thy Immortality
Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave,
A Presence which is not to be put by;
Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,
And custom lie upon thee with a weight,
Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
 
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That Nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest;
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:—
Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
To perish never;
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor Man nor Boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the Children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
 
Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
 

Light Tunnels

Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels

In the back of a town car, staring at myself in a tux
Maneuvering through the people out front
Police barricade, orange cones and we're stuck
Twenty minutes late and my manager blowing me up
Security guard in the garage at the entrance
We roll down the window and show him our credentials
Terrell flash the pass and he lets us continue
Metal detectors, phone losing reception
I should be grateful this my nine to five
I walk into the green room, alright, alright
I get on YouTube tryna learn how to tie on my tie
Fuck it, I'll wear the bolo tonight, night, night
I probably shouldn't have done the drugs I've done
A couple of days ago, detox son
I forgot my belt at the hotel
Fuck, now my team all scrambling to help, this sucks
I need something to cope, ain't nothing to cope
I eat a banana and I drink a cup of Throat Coat
I wish I had the homies with me here but nope
Most of the artists that I know don't get invited to this show
Because success to them determines our value
The make-up, the power, hairspray, perfume, makeup and powder
The ratings come down to who's popular now in the song in the hour
Knock at the door, I let them in, hair and makeup now, red carpet in ten
She covers up my freckles, concealer on my chin
I look orange but she swears it looks natural with my skin
The show is starting, they take me to my seat
Walk in the arena, feel the ego of elites
Like the whole industry is staring at me
A row away from Taylor, two away from Jay and Bey

Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels
So that's who we are
Just like the stars
Shine your light on
Shine your light on

Curtain opens up, host walks out
We stand in unison and applaud real loud
I watch the other people that have been around for a while
Just excited I got invited, feeling cool in the crowd
Thinking such and such is bold, look at such and such's gold
Damn, such and such in real life, looks really fuckin' old
Such and such is fine, she's with such and such, oh
I'm here but I'm barely even watching the show
Cause tonight we toast to our accomplishments
Insecurity dressed up as confidence
I said tonight we toast to our accomplishments
Insecurity dressed up as confidence
An award is given out, commercial, reset the scene
They keep saying 'Coming soon is the Biebs'
Watch celebrities take selfies with celebrities
It feels so make believe
They want the gossip, they want the drama
They want Britney Spears to make out with Madonna
They want Kanye to rant and to go on longer, cause that equates to more dollars
They want talking topics, they want trending topics
They want outfits to be outlandish, they want sideways glances
Beef and problems, they want nipple slips
Cause they live for clicks, this is economics
So we Botox our skin and we smile for the camera
Might as well get a new nose while we're at it
This is America, insecurity's our fabric
And we wear it and we renamed it fashion
I look to my right, there's a cameraman snapping
Picture after picture after sister after sister
Of the line of Kardashians, mind so distracted
Realized there's an ovation and everyone's clapping

Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels
So that's who we are
Just like the stars
Shine your light on
Shine your light on

It's just weird when the camera's on you
Gotta remember to still clap if I lose
I see myself up on the screen
Split into five different artists on TV
And just look normal, don't get turned into a meme
Relax, breathe
(And the award goes to: Macklemore and Ryan Lewis)
Me
There's a stranger holding my award
I give her an awkward hug she says 'It's yours'
Think I'm supposed to kiss her on the cheek
Man, I should have prepared an acceptance speech
Do I talk first? Is it Ryan? Is it me?
Fuck it, I'll take the lead, grab the mic, say my piece
Do I look at camera one? Do I look at camera three?
I promise, I'm honored, I'd like to thank God, my momma and father
I'd like to thank Tricia, the mother of my daughter
I couldn't have done it without you all in my corner
Especially the fans, been here since the beginning
Supported the music, allowed us to be independent
And I know, I shouldn't be long-winded
Wait, hold up, don't play the music, let me finish
This feels so narcissistic, dressed as a celebration to conceal it's a business
Me, me, me, my, my image, my, my songs, my self interest
One big reality show that is scripted
And I can keep trying or get off the competition
I'd rather run out of my fifteen minutes
Than have life past me by and I forget to live it
But that doesn't mean retirement
But I don't like who I am in this environment
I forgot what this art's for
I didn't get through Freshman year to drop out as a Sophomore
Here I am in this arena, yeah, I'm scared
I got the people's attention, don't wanna lose it here
Thinking about my career, miserable here
But wanna make sure I'm invited next year
To the same damn party, celebrities and aisles
Same blank stares, same fake smiles
Same big budget production
I know now who I am when the lights go out and it falls down
And the curtain closes, nobody notices
Wanted to throw up the Roc, wanted to be Hova
Wanted to be Wayne with the accent from the 'Nolia
Thought I'd feel better when the award show was over
But I guess I showed up late
Almost got cut off when they closed the gate
Just in time, what will I say?
Time to explain this unruly mess I've made
I guess I showed up late
Almost got cut off when they closed the gate
Just in time, what will I say?
Time to explain this unruly mess I've made