Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

I’m afraid I can’t do that again
My hands are shaking. My voice is hoarse
I can’t control myself anymore
I’m afraid I can’t do that again

Midnight. You have to transcend me
Leave it out. Soft meetings are often clumsy.
I want it so much.
White lies don’t falter. Or rarely.
Something to hide on el camino.
Now I’ve got it too.
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

There’s a time for everything
Stop the movements of your arms
It’s complicated
The best ways and my convictions are often in contradiction

Throw this new French connection away.
Somewhere I can go
Lock my new hard concession away
Somewhere I can go

Break the spell and let me breathe
Stay away from all the clouds
I’m suffocating.
A long life and my addictions are conflicting. All said and done…

Throw this new French connection away.
Somewhere I can go
Lock my new hard concession away
Somewhere I can go

Somewhere I can stay
I don’t know if I can stay here
It’s better left unsaid

Throw this new French connection away.
Somewhere I can go
Lock my new hard concession away
Somewhere I can go
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

I’m a long way from home
Thinking about what is done
Every second is a second chance
And it’s gonna save me.
I’m feeling good. Obviously.
Cause nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters

It’s the crowning moment
Not a real fulfillment
Every second is a second chance
And it’s gonna save me.
I’m feeling good. Obviously.
Cause nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters

I don’t care
Black roses cover me

It’s a brand new day
The reason why Nina sang
Every second is a second chance
And it’s gonna save me.
I’m feeling good. Obviously.
Cause nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters

Black roses cover me
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

I come here as a bull. There’s no surrender. No cue.
Is it me or you ? The first.
I come here as a bull. I say.
What do you want ? Like you.

(I’m) Moving to Abilene. Yeah.

I don’t think you’re acute. Wait for the answer. But not long.
Is it mine or yours ? The game.
I don’t think you’re acute. I say.
Where do you go? Like you.

(I’m) Moving to Abilene. Yeah

Then you come here
You’re a fool
There’s no reason to feel good
Then you go out
Abilene is a washout I believe in
Watch the comet
You’re next
Your dissent is the best
If you go back to Abilene
Don’t forget that I’m your king

(I’m) Moving to Abilene. Yeah
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

You don’t have to compare anything. Guzzle the Apple
You don’t understand what it means. Not really sexual.
You can use your brain to break the circle.
Sheep and lion.
Guzzle the Apple.

You can say you’re not keen
They won’t smash your spleen
Don’t let these profiteers walk over you
Don’t let them walk over you
Don’t let them walk
Don’t… guzzle the Apple.
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

Hear the bell. People run
All the faces are tense and so cold
Understand what they’ve lost
Everything evokes the grey of production

I can offer them a smile
The vista is narrow.
Their eyes don’t look inside their own thirst for power

They live in their own little world
Faces with no attention
No hope on the faces.
The faces
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

We are the same. We are guns
We are the stars alone on the map now
We are the sun where we were hidden
We’re in the game. Yeah we’re in the game

Patient like a bomb
You can say we are insane.
We won’t back down

The inner workings of your mind are obsolete
Can somebody tell us how it feels?
Context for real

We are the same. We are guns
We are pain and we are blood
We are justice and also profit
We’re always the same. Yeah we’re in the game

Patient like a bomb
You can say we are insane. We won’t back down
Traffickers are clowns
We’ll be preachy till the end. We won’t back down
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

They say lazy. No future. No hope.
I won’t settle for less. So Fuck you all.
This is a new shape. A new trip. A new return
Swallowed by the ease. Ok I was unplugged.

A new choice is burning all the cards. This is my calling.
All lights are out and tapes rewind. This is my calling.
Remorse falls asleep at night. This is my calling.
It will surely be all right. This is my calling.

I’m sick of “I could have been” “I should have done”
I was waiting for something but I don’t know what.
This is a new shape. A new trip. A new return
Swallowed by the ease. Ok I was unplugged.

A new choice is burning all the cards. This is my calling.
All lights are out and tapes rewind. This is my calling.
Remorse falls asleep at night. This is my calling.
It will surely be all right. This is my calling.
The Calling

Sometimes the real things open up your mind
It’s going obvious like a sunbeam in your life
The Calling
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

New day. The sun is coming up over the sea.
My head is burning like the sand under my feet.
Big waves and gravity.
Surf for my sanity.
Feel this atmosphere.
Nobody can remove the salt on my skin
On a board life’s very simple

Take-off. I’m ready to rumble.

That is my cure when I need to break out. Say ah ah
I don’t really wish anything else. Sing ah ah.
Oh Baby hide your blue eyes and shout . Scream ah ah
Feel the wind on your face. Just enough.
On a board life’s very simple

Take-off. I’m ready to rumble.
Ready to face the hurdle
 

Lyrics: Y.MESSIN

In a world without faith
Dreams would not be in cage
Another loss today. New funeral lament.
Can we stop it now ? Do we feel the bends ?
The Satire’s complaint. That is beyond our ken

Unconcern is dead. The day is gone. We’re not feeling insecure
Whatever we think. Whatever we want. We are all on the same slope
Unconcern is dead. The day is gone with the light behind the door.
The scheming of fear always comes to nothing. Thanks to you.Nothing at all.

And should we put a name to this unknown bane ?
We would have seen the last spark before the blast

Unconcern is dead. The day is gone. We’re not feeling insecure
Whatever we think. Whatever we want. We are all on the same slope
Unconcern is dead. The day is gone with the light behind the door.
The scheming of fear always comes to nothing. Thanks to you.Nothing at all.

Bright obscurity doesn’t hide the insanity
Nothing to be gained cause unconcern is dead
Nothing at all
Pens for history. Emotions in memory.
Nothing at all

The Satire’s complaint. That is beyond our ken

Unconcern is dead. The day is gone. We’re not feeling insecure
Whatever we think. Whatever we want. We are all on the same slope
Unconcern is dead. The day is gone with the light behind the door.
The scheming of fear always comes to nothing. Thanks to you.Nothing at all.