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Candy Panda
03:09
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Boy boy boy boy
We'll always be on your side
When everybody whispers and laugh
When the shabbiest bridge has no bed for you
So keep your head high
Talk and walk like a man
We are your arteries and your lungs
And we give you the right to breathe anew
(boy)
Now mates
So you can teach me
And I will turn into you
And i will please your babies
Everything's tied to you
(friends)
Boy
So you want to be in the light
For everyone to know your crappy life inside out
But it is out of your range
(boy)
But you can speak
And you can do everything, in my mind
It is Palm Spring
I pick it all
So you can teach me
And I will turn into you
And i will please your babies
Everything's tied to you
There's no flaw there's no reason
I will change in a season
I already dream of these orgies man
Cause you can teach me
And I will turn into you
And I will please your babies
Everything ties me to you
Everything ties me to you
Everything.
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Chaser
05:05
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She was gone she had left us
Noone knew noone searched but me
She was hounded by a red bus
As a driver an old enemy
And a single sign would frighten her mad
The scene was so deep and so loud
Why the hell do you bother
I said to the man in need
He was gone for a while then
My thoughts came as a bad bad seed
All the hypnotizing socialities
All the first-rank roles I wished I'd win
All the ministers
All the ministers
Until I found her
In the eye of her chaser
She was afraid and lonely he had bound her
To the weeds and blisters in her mind
Get a dream to rely on
Get a dream to rely on and sit
Now if you look into it carefully
You'll be on top of a giant pit
Cause there ain't no brain or soul in me
Keeping me away from dignity
There was a shark that had long grown in me
Until I found her
We were watching each other
Now I feel proud and trusty to have loved her
With the Frenchest kisses of all time
Until weeds and blisters blew her mind
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Soleil d'amour
04:15
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My sweat
And my snivel are swirling about
It's so warm, water escapes from my teeth
And the sea fades out
And your lips got chapped
Sand castle I will get in
I can feel my heart beating I can feel it within
There's a force, a passion
That keeps me from complaining
Like a skin and bones souvenir
When there
Is no time for thinking a lot
When you know you're just a stranger in there
You can't lose what you got
And the mean discoveries you made when you were heading
For a steady heart beating in a glory machine
Are your force, your passion
That keeps you from a'failing
Like a skin and bones souvenir
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Classe Mannequin Nantes, France
Fondé autour de quatre musiciens issus de la scène indé nantaise, Classe Mannequin sert une musique hybride, entre
l’immédiateté ludique de la pop et les tensions alambiquées du math-rock et de la noise.
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