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Kinda Folk and Psych
01:32
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(You should) think twice. But you never think twice, nope. When there’s a girl at the bar, pretty and alone. And you haven’t had intercourse for months. Of course you can buy her a drink, even two. But it is not and never will be a guarantee that you will get to fuck her. Ok, just eyes crossing and a chat give you half a boner. And anyone’d take that. I would take that. And actually it’s even better than waking up right next to her in the morning (just) to see that she loves everything you don’t, she’s the opposite of what you need… Once I asked a girl what music she played, she said “kind of folk and psych”. She used the words “snow” and “forest” a lot. To me that was it, the end.
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Can You Dab?
02:02
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He says he won't go back, he won't stop no matter what, says he's a « victim of a conspiracy ». Then he kinda suggest he came close to suicide... Once again many doubt the honesty. In the end he finds himself in a classroom, being asked « Can you dab ? Sir, can you dab ? »...You can deceive the world, you can steal people's money but can you dab ? That question raises a (massive) eyebrow. I have to press « pause » to enjoy this rock bottom : fucker dabs ! Yes, he can ! Nevermind the program, the accusations and lies : he dabs ! « The revolution will not be televised, brothers ». It won't even be at all ! because of a civic power supply unit failure... Out of energy, will and trust. Deprived of dreams and pleasure. I saw a mother and her son, the other day. Just waiting to cross the street. And I felt and saw no joy... not like it was gone, more like it had never been here at all.
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The Father, The Son...
02:21
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I am in charge, I am the shepherd. Come to me my children, my lost sheep. I will take care of you, but first take care of me. God knows it's right but your folks do not, so never tell them please. My favourite ones have no halo, just their hair on the side. Their confessions are really nothing compared to what i've done. Their mistakes really don't interest me. But some of them could be my next one. My next mistake. I am a vampire but they suck me dry. The father, the son… and my prick.
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Aids in the Water
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A simple question. There’s no trap, I swear. Will put no aids in the water. A simple question, so don’t hesitate. Tell me which one’s your favorite: is it Genesis or The Police? I have not that much of time left, so please answer quick. It’s not like our relationship and future really depend on it… Well, to be honest, a little actually. Please, answer quick. I won’t harm you. Just lock you in the basement for a week. Come on, I’m waiting. Speak your mind.
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Blues Brazzers
01:15
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Anger's growing, bigger as I'm walking out the bakery dreaming of smashing the cashier's head against the cash register. It comes to my mind that life and porn are the same: to some it's entertainment. Both feet on the head. To some it's humiliation. Head of a poney through a fucking windscreen. This poney died and the fucker lived: see, there's no justice. Why it had to die: no truth, only perspective. My friend he once cared for a cat, felt sick when he thought he had killed it. But he stepped outta his van and saw that it was not bleeding. So he put the cat on the sidewalk, hoping it'd still live. One good heart out of a rotten million. "A matter of seconds, what could have been..?" No one else would ever wonder. No one cares.
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The Noise + The Smell
01:58
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They took the corpse and buried it in the garden right next to the palace. No one knows it's been there for the past ten years. It's the president's best kept secret. His beloved dog. His precious. For he's got a heart beating and not just Corona running through his veins. Yes we all know about “the noise & the smell”. We know the ladies used to fall under his spell. Smoking cigarettes and shaking hands, lots of hands. Eating pâté and the world until the end. See, he was kind of nice... like a cool great-uncle, chilled out and smart, like a funny dinosaur. You couldn't expect him to save France or Iraq. But on this one he tried, we'll give him that. It's like those years ran so fast. Like “five minutes, shower included”.
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STING COLLINS Clermont Ferrand, France
Feeling more and more like Phil, less and less like Sting...
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