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Blood On My Keyboard
05:04
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I have a friend
His name is Mr E
Yesterday he ate my chocolate bar
And drank my cup of tea
He enters my room through the window
And moves my things around
He hides before I can see him
but I surely know he was there
My room is a hot burning bonfire
from Midsummers’Eve
So I hide some oxygene under my bed
To protect myself from Mr E
from Mr E
I have to protect
protect myself
from Mr E
Oh, Mr E, I saw you on TV
the other day you were wearing
a bizarre tie and a fancy suit
Tu avais de la classe but I know who you took them from
Oh, Mr E
My girlfriend tells me you don’t exist
But I’m sure I’ve pointed my gun at you
You left some blood on my keyboard
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2. |
Physics and Maths
02:56
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I never understood long division, so
I wiped your number from my phone.
Resistance
is when the current does not pass.
Distance,
it equals speed times time.
Resistance
Well you know all about.
Distance growing further all the time.
Resistance
Well you know all about.
distance growing further all the time.
I never understood your decision, nor
how we could be together and alone.
Resistance
is when the current does not pass.
Distance,
it equals speed times time.
Resistance
Well you know all about.
Distance growing further all the time.
Resistance
Well you know all about.
distance growing further all the time.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
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3. |
Grammatical Error
04:07
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It must have been
something I said,
some kind of slip of the tongue.
It must have been
something I said,
some kind of slip of the tongue.
It couldn't have
been you instead,
right?
Couldn't have been
that you misheard,
right?
Who knows?
I may have made
some kind of mistake.
I may have made
a grammar mistake.
'Cause I'm not perfect,
not like you, no.
Oh no - far from it.
No, I'm not perfect,
not like you, no.
Oh, just forget it.
It must have been
something I said,
some kind of slip of the tongue.
It must have been
something I said,
some kind of slip of the tongue.
'Cause I'm not perfect,
not like you, no.
Oh no - far from it.
No, I'm not perfect,
not like you, no.
Oh, just forget it.
I may have used the present tense
when the past would make more sense,
make more sense,
would make more sense.
I may have mixed it up again.
For us, the past
would make more sense.
It would make more sense.
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Sleepy little pixie
with cats eyes
and smiley squirrel lips,
in the shadow of your face
I draw a line, a line beneath the past.
I hope I’m not passing by.
I'll stay beside you, hear your evidence.
I'll run around the open field.
Oh, I feel like I’m stumbling.
I’m the animal behind the fence,
sick of being on
the wrong side of the wire,
staring at the sky
and asking why
luck is never on my side.
Sleepy little pixie,
shut your eyes
and listen to the wind.
In the hollow of your palm,
I draw a map, a map to make you laugh.
I guess I'm just passing by.
I'll leave once I give my evidence.
A fence stands round the open field.
Oh, I feel like I'm crumbling.
I’m the animal behind the fence,
sick of being on
the wrong side of the wire,
staring at the sky
and asking why
luck is never on my side.
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5. |
Legs In The Dark
05:00
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Riding by night,
legs in the dark,
I struggle to catch some stars
on a silent road.
I strive to hold,
to hold the night between my wheels.
Dreams float off on the breeze.
Night upside down,
chasing daylight,
seeking substance.
Night upside down,
chasing daylight,
proof of existence.
Want to fade gently,
want your caress,
want you lying down.
Night upside down,
chasing daylight,
seeking substance.
Night upside down,
chasing daylight,
proof of existence.
Want to fade gently,
want your caress,
want you lying down.
I look through your eyes
and wonder if I'm not
passing by my life.
I look through your eyes.
I look through your eyes
and wonder if I'm not
passing by,
passing by my life.
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6. |
Emmylou
05:11
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Like Emmylou stores her food,
like Emmylou stores her food
in her cheeks, in her cheeks,
I fill a sack up with some cheap,
with some cheap souvenirs,
with some cheap souvenirs
of the time that we shared,
of the time that we shared,
that we shared,
we shared,
that we shared.
To you, to you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they're gold.
To me, they are gold.
To you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they are gold.
I'm bringing them home.
Like Emmylou stores her food,
like Emmylou stores her food
in her cheeks, in her cheeks,
I fill my mind up with happy
memories,
memories,
for the lean times ahead,
for the lean times ahead
on the road,
the road,
on the road.
To you, to you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they're gold.
To me, they are gold.
To you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they are gold.
I'm bringing them home.
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General Bye Bye Paris, France
Un trio mi-branque mi-savant associant avec fraîcheur le tranchant des cordes en acier, la frénésie cardiaque des peaux sur les fûts, et l’envoûtement enchanteur des circuits imprimés. Les chansons de General Bye Bye laissent tantôt rêveur tantôt danseur. Un ensemble foutraque qui sent l’humus et l’écume, les vestiaires et le plastique fondu. À la croisée de Kraftwerk et Blonde Redhead. ... more
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