BREAKLOSE WAS CREATED IN PARIS, FRANCE, IN 2002 WHEN ALEX & MEHDI MET. WE SPENT THE FIRST FEW MONTHS WRITING SONGS TOGETHER, AND THEN STARTED RECORDING WHAT WOULD BE OUR FIRST ALBUM IN MAY 2003. IT TOOK US TWO YEARS AND A HALF BEFORE WE COULD RELEASE ALWAYS LATE ENOUGH ON STRANGELIGHT RECORDS IN JANUARY 2006. MEANWHILE WE PLAYED A FEW GIGS IN FRANCE & BELGIUM, SUPPORTING BANDS SUCH AS ANATHEMA, ANTIMATTER OR BRANT BJORK & THE BROS. WE THEN SPENT A FEW MORE YEARS SEARCHING FOR THE RIGHT LINE-UP, UNTIL WE WERE JOINED BY FLO IN NOVEMBER 2007. AFTER REHEARSING FOR SOME TIME, WE DECIDED TO RECORD A FREE INTERNET EP: LIGHT POLLUTION CAME OUT IN APRIL 2008. AFTER MEHDI RELOCATED TO BERLIN, GERMANY IN JULY 2008, BREAKLOSE HAS COME TO A HIATUS, BUT NEVER DISBANDED. WE ARE TRYING TO RECORD AND RELEASE SOME NEW MATERIAL BEFORE THE END OF 2009. UNTIL THEN, ALL MEMBERS ARE STILL MUSICALLY ACTIVE: ALEX PLAYS THE DRUMS IN PARLOR SNAKES, MEHDI SINGS IN TOWN'S SYNDROME, AND FLO PLAYS THE DRUMS IN COPENHAGUE.

LIGHT POLLUTION (2008)
01. YOU WERE NOT THERE
02. ON THE SLY
03. LIGHT POLLUTION
04. (ON WHICH SIDE MY BREAD IS BEST BUTTERED)

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PRODUCED BY BREAKLOSE
RECORDED BETWEEN FEBRUARY AND APRIL 2008 AT UFO STUDIO, PARIS, FRANCE
ENGINEERED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY ALEX MAZARGUIL
MUSIC COMPOSED BY ALEX MAZARGUIL & MEHDI MESSOUCI
WORDS WRITTEN BY ALEX MAZARGUIL, MEHDI MESSOUCI & CLAIRE POTTER
ARRANGED AND PERFORMED BY FLORENT DE LETTER, ALEX MAZARGUIL & MEHDI MESSOUCI
ARTWORK BY CLAIRE POTTER, LAYOUT BY MEHDI MESSOUCI
THANKS TO AURELIEN BARBOLOSI, LAURENT CASANO, ARNAUD COUTURIEUX, FRED FONTANE, FRANCK METAYER, CLAIRE POTTER, NICOLAS RAKOTOARY, FRANÇOIS ROUZIOUX & MATHIEU VATIMBELLA

FLORENT DE LETTER: DRUMS
ALEX MAZARGUIL: GUITAR, KEYBOARD, LEAD & BACKING VOCALS, PERCUSSION
MEHDI MESSOUCI: BACKING VOCALS, BASS, KEYBOARD, MELODICA, PERCUSSION

YOU WERE NOT THERE YOU THINK THE CITY IS ON YOUR NOSE. I GUESS MY INTUITION GOT IT WRONG. BE DENIED AS YOU WERE TOLD. THE PICS OF YOUR DAD WON'T BE NICELY FOLD AS YOU WERE NOT THERE, AS YOU WERE NOT THERE. CRACK THE MATCHES ON YOUR LEG. THE IMAGE YOU'RE JUST GIVING IS OUT OF DATE. SO TONIGHT BE YOURSELF. YOU'RE SHAKING AS HELL I WAS MISTAKEN AND YOU WERE NOT THERE. SPEAKING TOO LOUD MAKES YOU THINK YOU'RE IMPORTANT. YOU'RE SLOWLY SINKING. YOU THINK THE CITY IS ON YOUR NOSE. I GUESS MY INTUITION GOT IT WRONG. BE DENIED AS YOU WERE TOLD. THE PICS OF YOUR DAD WON'T BE NICELY FOLD AS YOU WERE NOT THERE.

(MUSIC & WORDS BY ALEX | ALEX: GUITAR, KEYBOARD, VOCALS | FLO: DRUMS | MEHDI: BASS, KEYBOARD)

ON THE SLY FROM YOUR EYES I MUST SKIP FADED PICTURES, MEMORIES, SERPENTINE OF YOUR DREAMS. IS IT GETTING ANY BETTER? OUT OF SIGHT, I'M ASLEEP. LOCK YOUR NEEDS, THROW THE KEYS. GOT THE SACK OF YOUR TORTURED SEAS. WRITE IT ON A PIECE OF PAPER AND TEAR IT ON THE SLY. YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO HEAR ABOUT YOURSELF. YOU BEG, YOU SHOUT, YOU YELL, YOU'RE OUT OF EVERYTHING I WANT, SO HOLD MY HAND TILL WE FUCK UP. SINGING SONGS WON'T MAKE IT EASY TO MAKE YOU THINK WE MUST BE AWAY FROM LOVE AND HEAVEN'S SEAS. ANYWAY IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE (ON THE SLY) YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO HEAR ABOUT YOURSELF. YOU BEG, YOU SHOUT, YOU YELL, YOU'RE OUT OF EVERYTHING I WANT, SO HOLD MY HAND TILL WE WAKE UP. YOU'RE MORTIFIED AND COLD, I LAUGH, YOU STASH ME ON A SHELF AND BEG, AND SHOUT. YOU'LL FAIL TO SPOT THE REASONS WHY YOU CAN'T ACCEPT THE END TILL WE BREAK UP.

(MUSIC BY ALEX, WORDS BY ALEX & MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, PERCUSSION, VOCALS | FLO: DRUMS | MEHDI: BASS, GUITAR)

LIGHT POLLUTION LIGHT YOURSELF A CIGGIE THEN DRIVE THROUGH THE CITY: WATCH THE BIRDS LOST IN FLIGHT. IF YOU INDULGE IN THE FRENZY, THEN STRAYING IS EASY - THEY'RE BLINDED BY OUR LIGHTS. ROWS OF POLES, A CROWD OF MOLES - THEY'RE SEARCHING FOR DIRECTION. VANISHING GOALS, THE NIGHT UNFOLDS AND WE'RE BEGGING FOR SALVATION. A RAIN OF COAL - THEY HIT THE SOIL AND WE BLAME IT ON LIGHT POLLUTION. KNOWING THESE STREETS, WELL, THEY'RE SHAPED BY OUR FEET, BUT IT'S STILL AN ALIEN SIGHT. AND I CAN'T SEEM TO FIT IN, BUT I'M FIGHTING MY HABIT OF DESIGNING ALTERED PLIGHTS. NEIGHBOURHOODS OF CONCRETE WOODS AND I'M SEARCHING FOR DIRECTION. CHANGING MY MOOD WHERE YOU ONCE STOOD AND WE'RE BEGGING FOR SALVATION. RIDE A CLOUD BEFORE YOUR (GLITTERING) BLOOD ADDS TO LIGHT POLLUTION

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, PERCUSSION, VOCALS | FLO: DRUMS | MEHDI: BACKING VOCALS, BASS, GUITAR, MELODICA, PERCUSSION)

(ON WHICH SIDE MY BREAD IS BEST BUTTERED) WE ARE DRIVING HOME. MY ARM IS POPPING OUT OF PLACE. ACUTE SHOULDER PAIN. THE BAG I AM CARRYING IS THE SAME WEIGHT AS I AM. NINE STONE NOW, THEN, PERHAPS EIGHT. THE KEYS ARE IN MY HAND. ONE KEY IS APPROXIMATELY TWO MILLIMETERS LONGER THAN THE OTHER. THAT IS HOW I KNOW WHICH ONE TO USE (ON WHICH SIDE MY BREAD IS BEST BUTTERED). SHE SCREAMS AT ME WHICH SETS MY THOUGHTS IN MOTION. (THIS SIDE). SHE STOPS THE CAR. THE BELT COMES AWAY LIKE IT WAS NEVER FASTENED. BUT ONCE I AM OUT THE DOOR AND STANDING SHE IS THERE TOO. I AM IMPRESSED BY HER SPEED. I WONDER IF I WILL MAKE IT IN TIME AND WHERE I WILL BE WHEN I STOP. AFTER A STRUGGLE THE DOOR MAKE IMPACT WITH MY CHEEK. I AM SHOCKED BUT I COMPLY AND WE CONTINUE WITH THE JOURNEY. I HAVE GOTTEN OFF TOO EARLY, NOW I HAVE TO CARRY THE BAG SOME WAY. I PUT IT DOWN IN THE EMPTY ROOM. IT'S FULL OF DIRTY CLOTHES. I MAKE MY EXCUSES AND LEAVE. MY CHEEK STINGS BUT I AM GRATEFUL MY TRAM TICKET HASN'T EXPIRED.

(MUSIC BY MEHDI, WORDS BY CLAIRE | ALEX: GUITAR, PERCUSSION, SAMPLING, VOCALS | FLO: DRUMS | MEHDI: BASS, GUITAR, SAMPLING)

ALWAYS LATE ENOUGH (2006)
01. DON'T YOU DARE APPLAUD
02. AN EMPTY SEAT
03. I AM YOUR LOSS
04. EARLY MORNING GRAND TALKS
05. ALWAYS LATE ENOUGH
06. THE SCORN SONG
07. WARNINGS
08. GUILT-TRIP
09. OLD HABITS
10. TRAVELLERS
11. DEAD BAD JOKE
12. SANDBOX
13. A SORRY LULLABY

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PRODUCED & ENGINEERED BY ALEX
MIXED BY ALEX & MEHDI
MASTERED BY JEAN-PIERRE BOUQET AT l'AUTRE STUDIO, FRANCE, IN JANUARY 2005, REMASTERED BY ALEX IN OCTOBER 2005 AT CAPITOL STUDIOS PARIS
RECORDED IN VARIOUS PLACES AROUND PARIS, FRANCE, BETWEEN MAY 2003 & DECEMBER 2004
MUSIC BY ALEX & MEHDI, EXCEPT "ALWAYS LATE ENOUGH" BY ALEX, ELSKA & MEHDI, LYRICS BY MEHDI
PERFORMED BY ALEX & MEHDI, WITH THE KIND HELP OF AMELIE, CARINE, DUNCAN, ELSKA & HUBERT
FRONT COVER ARTWORK BY MICHAL, BOOKLET BY BARTH, LAYOUT BY ADO

WE'D LIKE TO EXPRESS OUR GRATITUDE TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE... ADO, AGATHE, ALLAN, AMELIE, BARTH, BENOIT, BURN, CAMILLE, CARINE, CARO, CHARLOTTE, CHAU-NHI, CLAIRE, CLOTILDE, CLY, DANNY, DEBORAH & BAISER SALE, DOM, DRIES & JH ZIGZAG, DUNCAN, ELISABETH, ELSKA, EMILIE, FILIP, FLO, FRANCINE, FRANCK, GEORGE & LA POMME D'EVE, GREGOIRE, GUILLAUME, HEIKO, HUBERT, IRENE, JAHLOVE, JEANNE, JENNIFER, JEREMY, JON, JULIA, KINDER, KENNY ROGERS, LAURE, LIGHT, MARC, MARINER, MASTRASHIT, MATHIEU, MAX, MICHAELA, MICHAL, MICK, MILOUSE, NICO, NINA, OMAR, ONICO, PATRICK, PAUL, PAULINE, PINCE, RANO, RICHARD, ROMAIN, ROXANE, SABRINA, SCALP, SEREMOTH, STEVEN, THIBAULT, THIERRY, THOOMIS, THORSTEN, VIK, VINCE, VINNY, WADE, WALTER, XRYSA, OUR FAMILES AND ANYONE WHO SHOWED SUPPORT IN ANY WAY ...AND BANDS ANATHEMA, ANTHEMON, ANTIMATTER, CROSSVAULTS, DRIFTING BREED, FAKE ODDITY, SATINE, THE SPHERICAL MINDS

DON'T YOU DARE APPLAUD THIS WORLD IS SLOWLY WASTING ME. LIFE'S BREAKING MY BONES AND BROADCASTING THE NOISE THROUGH MASSIVE PHONES. WINDOW LICKERS APPLAUD AND LAUGH JUST BECAUSE THEY'VE BEEN TOLD TO. WHAT CAN I EXPECT FROM YOU? THIS WORLD HAS FINALLY WASTED ME. PIANOS DEAD AND GONE - NOSE PICKERS CRUSHED THEM DOWN. WINDOW LICKERS APPLAUD AND LAUGH JUST BECAUSE THEY'VE BEEN TOLD TO. WHY DID I EXPECT SO MUCH FROM YOU?

(MUSIC BY ALEX, WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS | HUBERT: DRUMS | MEHDI: KEYBOARDS)

AN EMPTY SEAT SORRY IF THE SONS OF SOAP HAVE SAID THE SAME BEFORE, BUT I'M LOSING HOPE. RUNNING OUT OF HOLLOW DOPE - YOU DON'T KNOW THE SCORE, YOU STAY ON THE TOP. BROKEN ANKLES AND NAKED FEET, A THROAT STRANGLED, AN EMPTY SEAT. I WAS THINKING I COULD COPE, LIVING ON THE SHORE, BUT THE WAVES, PLEASE STOP RUNNING AGROUND BIRDS THAT CROP MY SMALL PATIENCE STORE AND MY TELESCOPE. ATTENTION STARVED AND YOU DECEIT MESSAGES CARVED ON EMPTY SEATS.SORRY IF THE SONS OF SOAP HAVE SAID THE SAME BEFORE, BUT I LOST ALL HOPE.

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, PROGRAMMING, VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS, PROGRAMMING | HUBERT: DRUMS | MEHDI: GUITAR, KEYBOARDS, PIANO, PROGRAMMING)

I AM YOUR LOSS ALL THE SONGS I SING TO YOU, YOU DO NOT PAY ATTENTION TO THEM AS MUCH AS I DO. ALL THE SIGNS I DRAW TO YOU, YOU DO NOT HEAR THEM OR GET THEM THE SAME WAY AS I DO. I GET WEAK IN YOUR ARMS, SO YOU SAID YOU DON'T MEAN HARM, BUT I HATE THE WAY YOU SMILE WHEN YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO CRIES. SMASHING BABIES ON THE GROUND, PLAYING SORRY LULLABIES AS A HAUNTING BACKGROUND SOUND. ALL THESE LONELY NIGHTS FROM SUNSET TO DAWN - YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE TO PREVENT ME FROM BREAKING DOWN. I GET WEAK IN YOUR ARMS, SO YOU SAID YOU DON'T MEAN HARM, BUT I HATE THE WAY YOU SMILE, WHEN YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO CRIES. I AM THE ONE YOU BREAK, I AM THE ONE YOU LOSE. THE ONE WHO YOU CAN'T FAKE, THE ONE YOU CAN'T CHOOSE. I AM THE ONE YOU BREAK, I AM THE ONE YOU LOSE, THE ONE WHO YOU WON'T FAKE, THE ONE YOU WON'T CHOOSE.

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, KEYBOARDS, PERCUSSION, PROGRAMMING, VOCALS | AMELIE: BACKING VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS | HUBERT: DRUMS | MEHDI: BACKING VOCALS, GUITAR, MELODICA, PIANO, PROGRAMMING)

EARLY MORNING GRAND TALKS EARLY MORNING GRAND TALKS, MAGIC SCREENS SHOWING FOLKS SELLING TRUE EMOTIONS. HIDE MY HEART IN MOTION. AND I WATCH THEM, THEY SCRATCH ME, DETACH MY LOVE PATCHES STUCK ON MY ARM. FLOODS OF FEELINGS, THE CHARM OF A LONG HELD WEAKNESS TAKES ME BACK TO DISTRESS, OTHER PLACES, AND FACES, LOST TRACES. TIME RACES AGAINST ONE-ARMED PEOPLE IN WHEELCHAIRS WHICH CAN'T ROLL. A GENUINE REACTION CARRIES IN PIERCED WAGONS OUR WISHES, RUNNING FISHES, ROTTEN PEACHES, HEADCASE SPEECHES. EARLY MORNING GRAND TALKS (JUST BEFORE WE GET STALKED BY THE OUTSIDE MADNESS) ARE THE SOLE FOOD FOR FAITH

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, VOCALS | MEHDI: GUITAR, MELODICA, PIANO)

ALWAYS LATE ENOUGH DO AS YOU WISH, DO AS YOU CAN. RUN OUT OF SPEECH, DRINK YOUR LIFE CAN...IT'S LATE ENOUGH. GET YOUR HANDS CHOPPED OFF, YOUR EYES BLIND, BLEED YOUR LAST DROP - KEEP IN MIND...IT'S LATE ENOUGH. MAKE SURE YOU KEEP MAKING MISTAKES BEFORE YOU MEET ME BY THE LAKE. UNTIL THAT DAY, KEEP MISSING TRAINS, BE UNLUCKY, DON'T AVOID STAINS, SUFFER GENTLY, GO YOUR OWN WAY. CHOKE ON BAD FOOD THEN BREAK YOUR ARM. MISUNDERSTOOD, DO YOURSELF HARM...JUST CARRY ON. BREAK DOWN IN PAIN, CHEER UP AND SMILE. BREAK DOWN AGAIN, WAIT FOR A WHILE...THEN CARRY ON. MAKE SURE YOU KEEP MAKING MISTAKES BEFORE YOU MEET ME BY THE LAKE. UNTIL THAT DAY, KEEP MISSING TRAINS, BE UNLUCKY, DON'T AVOID STAINS, SUFFER GENTLY, GO YOUR OWN WAY. DID AS YOU WISHED, DID AS YOU COULD. RAN OUT OF SPEECH, DRANK ALL YOU COULD...IT WAS LATE ENOUGH. GOT YOUR HANDS CHOPPED OFF, YOUR EYES BLIND, BLED YOUR LAST DROP, KEPT IN MIND...IT WAS LATE ENOUGH. MADE SURE YOU KEPT MAKING MISTAKES UNTIL YOU MET ME BY THE LAKE ONE RAINY DAY. THE MERRY-GO-ROUND STOPPED FOR A BIT, THROUGH MUFFLED SOUNDS AND BRIGHT OUTFITS YOU WENT YOUR WAY. AND SOME DAY...? IT'S ALWAYS LATE ENOUGH. I HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOU AND SOME DAY...?

(MUSIC BY ALEX, ELSKA & MEHDI, WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: BACKING VOCALS, GUITAR, PERCUSSION | DUNCAN: BASS | ELSKA: VOCALS | HUBERT: DRUMS | MEHDI: GUITAR, KEYBOARDS)

THE SCORN SONG SILENT SIGHS AND NOISY SIGHTS. PETTY LIES MAKE FAKE BRAINS DIE. BIG BLACK MONTHS THEATER. UNCONSCIOUS WAR MOTHERS. HOW LAME COULD IT BE...TRYING TO MAKE BLIND MONGS SEE. YOU CAN NEVER EVER GET GOLD OUT OF STINKING COAL. KANGAROOS SHOWING GREED. CHOPPED THEIR TAILS, LET THEM BLEED. SUICIDE MASQUERADE - CANDY PILLS, PLASTIC BLADE. HOW LAME COULD IT BE...BETRAYED YET IT'S (ALMOST) FUNNY. HOW COME YOU THOUGHT SUCH MORONS WERE WORTH ALL THESE MENTAL DIAMONDS? HOW LAME COULD IT BE...IT TOOK ALL THIS TIME BUT FINALLY. LOVE IS LIKE A SMELLY ARMPIT - IF IT'S NOT LIKE YOURS, YOU CAN'T LIKE IT.

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, PROGRAMMING, SAMPLING, VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS, PROGRAMMING | MEHDI: GUITAR, KEYBOARDS, PIANO, PROGRAMMING, SAMPLING)

WARNINGS IT WILL FAIL, IT WILL FAIL YOU SEE. WHATEVER I WOULD DO IT WOULDN'T SUCCEED, BUT STILL I CANNOT HELP, NO, STILL I CANNOT HELP TRYING. AND ALL IN ALL WAS IT A WASTE OF TIME? DON'T YOU EVER, EVER FEEL THE SAME? SOONER OR LATER YOU WILL REALIS. I WANT YOU TO KNOW (THAT) IT WILL FAIL, IT WILL FAIL, I THINK. WHATEVER I WOULD SAY I'D ALWAYS BE RIGHT. BUT STILL I WOULDN'T TRUST, NO, STILL I WOULDN'T TRUST MYSELF. YOU NEVER KNOW HOW THINGS ARE GONNA GO EXCEPT THAT THINGS NEVER HAPPEN THE WAY YOU EXPECT THEM TO HAPPEN BUT MAYBE I AM WRONG. I WANT YOU TO KNOW

(MUSIC BY ALEX, WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, VOCALS | CARINE: BACKING VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS | HUBERT: DRUMS | MEHDI: GUITAR, KEYBOARDS, PIANO)

GUILT-TRIP JUST BEFORE YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES TELL ME WHAT YOU DREAM OF, THINK OF? ME? DWELLING IN NON-SENSE, YOU FEEL SAFE AND SECURE. I'M SORRY FOR YOUR LIES. I'M SORRY FOR THESE TRIES. GIVE ME BACK THE TIME I'VE SPOILT WITH YOUR PUSHY MIND. A DEBT YOU CANNOT PAY OFF - WHO'S BETTER OFF? DOLE OUT YOUR ENDLESS CRAP WHILE TIMES STARTING TO GUILT-TRIP YOU, SKIP ALL GOOD PICS, REGRET STRIPS YOUR SOUL, YOU'RE NAKED NOW. A KITCHEN FULL OF FAGS. KNOWING YOU IS SUCH A SHAG. GIVE ME BACK THE TIME I'VE SPOILT WITH YOUR PUSHY MIND. A DEBT YOU CANNOT PAY OFF - WHO'S BETTER OFF?

(MUSIC BY ALEX, WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, PERCUSSION, SAMPLING, VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS | HUBERT: DRUMS)

OLD HABITS SO NOW I WON'T ADMIT. SO NOW I WON'T DIG SUCH A DEEP PIT. SO NOW DON'T COME NEAR AGAIN. AGAIN YOU FAIL TO DRAIN MY PAIN, SO I CHOKE ONCE MORE ON OLD HABITS. YOUR EYES - INSIDE OUT. YOUR TONGUE - GIVING OUT NEWS THAT LEADS THE WAY. AM I CLOSE? IT'S FALSE AT THE END OF THE DAY. THEY BETRAY, STILL YOU STRAY FROM MY PATH AS I PASS AWAY.

(MUSIC BY ALEX, WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: PIANO, PROGRAMMING, VOCALS | MEHDI: KEYBOARDS, PROGRAMMING)

TRAVELLERS TRAVELLERS COME AND GO, WALKING FAST OR SLOW, SPEAKING LOUD, WHISPERING LOW. COME ON, COME ON AND CROSS MY LAND. MAYBE YOU'LL FIND THERE AN HELPING HAND, AN EAR TO LEND. CAN'T FORGIVE, I CAN'T FORGIVE. TRAVELLERS CAME AND WENT AND MANY BROKEN HEARTS HAVE BEEN MENDED, BUT NO ONE HAS SEEN ME OR LENT AN EAR TO MY CRIES OF LAMENT.

(MUSIC BY ALEX & MEHDI, WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, PROGRAMMING, VOCALS | AMELIE: BACKING VOCALS | MEHDI: BACKING VOCALS, GUITAR, KEYBOARDS, PROGRAMMING)

DEAD BAD JOKE TRICKS, TRIPS, I'D BETTER STAY HOME, LONE, GONE. CURIOUS, JEALOUS, YOU CHOOSE THE NOOSE TIED AROUND MY NECK, SUCH A DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD. KEYS TEASE. MEAN SPOILT KID, GET A LIFE, STRIFE MAKES YOU UGLY. YOU WANK, I SPANK. KNEW FROM DAY ONE YOU ARE SUCH A DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD BAD JOKE DEAD. MESS, WASTE, NOW IT'S NOT THE SAME LAME GAME, I MADE A FOOL OF MY HEART, IT HURTS. I WON'T FACE IT, WE WERE SUCH A DEAD SAD JOKE DEAD SAD JOKE DEAD SAD JOKE DEAD SAD JOKE DEAD SAD JOKE DEAD.

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, VOCALS | CARINE: BACKING VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS | HUBERT: DRUMS | MATHIEU: DOUBLE-BASS | MEHDI: GUITAR, PIANO)

SANDBOX I TRIED TO LOOK AT THE STARS BUT I FAILED TO UNDERSTAND. SO I LOOKED DOWN AT MY SHOES AND SAW THEY WERE FULL OF SHIT. I SAT ON A SURREAL BRIDGE, WATCHING RED AND WHITE RAYS CROSSING, WHISPERED A NAME AND PARADOXES, MISSING DRY SWINGS AND SANDBOXES. THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW - IT WILL SOON BE TOO LATE. THESE GOOD TIMES WENT SO FAST. COME ON, PLEASE ROOT OUT FRUSTRATION. YOU CAN LEAVE AND TRY TO STEAL MAGAZINES IF YOU WANT TO, AND I WILL BURN THE BOOKS I'VE WRITTEN FOR YOU. THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW - IT WILL SOON BE TOO LATE. THE FLYING GREEN BOY SHOULD BE BEATEN UP FOR MAKING KIDS BELIEVE IN WRONG TALES. THEY TEASE LONELY WOLVES WITHOUT LEGS WHO STILL RUN LIGHT-YEARS AHEAD THEM. THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW - IT WILL SOON BE TOO LATE. HAUNTING MEMORIES, BITTERNESS. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, I'M RESTLESS. TOO NICE, TOO SAD FOR THESE GAMES. WHEN I AM GONE, YOU'LL REALISE THE LOSS, THE PAIN. THIS WAS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW - IT'S ALL OVER, IT'S TOO LATE

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, VOCALS | DUNCAN: BASS | HUBERT: DRUMS | MEHDI: GUITAR, KEYBOARDS)

A SORRY LULLABY LISTEN TO MY CRACKLY VOICE, IT'S BEEN SECLUDED FOR TOO LONG. CHEWING BLACK NETTLE, TRIFFLED WITH YOUR THOUGHTS, I BELONG TO THIS ENDLESS SORRY LULLABY. HOMELESS, HOMESICK AND HANDCUFFED. I'M PRAYING FOR A WAY TO GET BY WITH MY FROZEN FOR IT'S STUFFED. A GLANCE AT YOUR CONSCIOUS AS IT FADES OUT, WALKS OUT ON ME WHILE MINE KEEPS LURKING IN THE SHADE OF YAWNS YOU SET FREE. AND ON I SING THIS SORRY LULLABY, APOLOGIES AND REGRETS. I ASK MYSELF - 'ARE YOU STILL NEARBY?' YOU SAID 'SHE DESERVES WHAT SHE GETS'. FORGIVE ME, I FEEL CONTEMPTUOUS TOWARDS YOU AND MYSELF. AND I CAN'T TAKE THE BARE TRUTH AS I'M CASTING YOU ADRIFT. UNIQUE OPPORTUNITIES RUINED BY MY LOGIC YOU BROKE. I'M CONFUSED BUT IT'S TOO LATE - A MENTAL BLOCK KILLED MY TRUE BLOKE. TO YOU I SING THIS SORRY LULLABY, I'VE SOWED THE SEEDS OF THIS HARVEST. ASLEEP YOU ARE, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHY I'VE NEVER BEEN FUCKING HONEST. (NOW) SLEEP TIGHT. (SO) YOU WERE RIGHT. (LISTEN) SLEEP TIGHT. (YOU WON'T NOTICE I CRY) YOU WERE RIGHT. (LISTEN TO MY SORRY LULLABY) SLEEP TIGHT. (YOU WON'T NOTICE I CRY) YOU WERE RIGHT.

(MUSIC & WORDS BY MEHDI | ALEX: GUITAR, VOCALS | HUBERT: DRUMS | MATHIEU: DOUBLE-BASS | MEHDI: GUITAR, KEYBOARDS, PIANO, SAMPLING)

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