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Hey You!
03:30
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Hey You!
What Do he see, DM to he, where you be, nowhere, really
Ready Quick, Breakneck Speed, Take that train, straight into the city
Where this time? I dunno, down for a drink, maybe see something pretty
Seventeen’n what do we care, every nights a dream, we’ll last ‘till eternity
Hmmmm He’s lost in the moment
Where next, don’t care, he’s lost in memories
Back to our story, and I hope it’s not too boring, lost in souvenirs of teenage wonderings
First round sit down, crack a joke, look round, laugh out loud, get up, go for a second
But he’s not really listening, the boy with a ploy, lost in his thoughts, (and) his childish reveries,
Sure one day, people’ll say, “is this he?, “Yes this is me”
Hmmmm He’s lost in the moment
What next, don’t care, he’s lost in fantasy
The Plot Thickens as the booze kicks in, and he can’t help but join into
Jokes’n stories, pranks’n poetry, let’s see who’s the maddest, who’s the loudest
He’s staggerin’up, who’s payin’ for that sixth round? He’s lost count and there’s some song in the background
Stella was a diver and she was always down….
Where will the night take us?
Where will the night take us?
Dancing through the lights
Best Time of our lives
Nothing can stop us now
As the moon sets in
Its 6 am
Let’s do this shit again Sometime…..
Hey You!
What happened with the boy with a ploy? Heard he’s twenty somethin’ and he still got nothin’
I heard he sits there cryin’ ‘cause his dreams were destroyed
He didn’t have the rhyme, never gonna be on time, but the story ain’t over it has just begun, daaaaamn
He'll be fine, as he sits there laughing with his partners in crime, see the boy with a ploy, become a man with a plan
To estimate, excavate, expiate’n extricate
So I can Fabricate Fascinate, illustrate his mental state
So it’s A on the drums and M on the bass, he’s on the rhyme and J’s on the keys
Ad when people ask: “is this we?” We’ll just say: “Yes, it’s Sybille”
Hmmmm I’m lost in the moment
What next, I’m lost in the song
And as she, enters the scene
There’s a plot twist in he
Where will the night take us?
Where will the night take us?
Dancing through the lights
Best Time of our lives
Nothing can stop us now
As the moon sets in
Its 6 am
Don’t wanna do this shit again, ‘till tomorrow
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2. |
In the Middle
03:30
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There’s Sweat, runnin’ down our backs
As we bang to some old club track
Movin’ it to death, groovin’ it to death
Let’s stop the universe, as we take it to the verse
A second, a minute, a minute and hour there’s something tonight that feels so sour
Every frame a painting, the flashing lights make the scene look suspended
In motion emotion, with soles(souls) worn through some hipsters showing unrequited devotion to
Artificial postiche, of a retro pastiche
In the middle of this old friends meet and kiss, while the rest of the club, they’re just
Movin’ it to death, Groovin’ it to death
In the middle of this, he dances alone, while the rest of the band, are somewhere around
Sittin’ on the sofa, all three initials, J and A argue, ‘bout somethin’ trivial,
Empty words goin’ nowhere, they don’t really care,
Procedings bore M, so typical of him, he wants to home, get high, watch a film
Sybille’s at the bar, she breaking those hearts
In the middle of this, a shy raconteur, he wanna dance, he don’t wanna dwell so he’s
Movin it to death,Groovin it to death
A shy raconteur with dreams of grandeur, I’m not gonna tell you if he’s really here
There’s sweat, runnin’ down our chests,
As we get down, ‘till there’s nothing left
Movin’ it to death, Groovin’ it to death
Watch us burn as we take it to the bridge(take it to the bridgex3)
Pressure to have the night of your life”there’s a girl over there you should go and say Hi”
Not even gonna try,Mamihlapinatapei
Pressure to socialise,Pressure to be nice,pressure to center everyone’s eyes
He just wanna be alone,he don’t wanna belong
They say that he’s grown (just) ‘cause he’s used to, being on his own, so he’s
Movin’ it to death, Groovin’ it to death,
In the middle of this, sudden change in mood, he just needs some air, so he leaves the room
(dialogue)
There’s sweat, Runnin’ down our faces,
As the rythm moves, our hearts race(s)
Movin’ it to death, Groovin’ it to death,
Watch us burn, as we take it higher( as we take it higherx3)
There’s swat, running down our cheeks
Is it now, time to leave?
Movin’ it to death, 'till our last breath
It’s time again to pretend, as we take it to the end(x2)
Take it to the End(x2)
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3. |
Kintsugi
04:33
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Wake up, from a dream
Black’n White, grey (and everythin’ in between) paint the scene
I look in the mirror and see a stranger looking back at me
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be
Guilty of Blasphemy?
Sticks and stones can break my bones
But Words could never hurt me
Words could never hurt me
Words could never
Tell me, how did you mess up this time?
Tell me, judge and jury of your crimes
Looking down the barrel of a gun to see I’m the one, but
Words could never hurt me, words could never hurt me, pull the trigger
Not who you’re supposed to be
Beg my mind for amnesty
Is it true I’m trying’ to hide? Look at the jury, see what’s inside,
What can I say for myself?
Been made to feel small, pushed down and backed against a wall
Spun a Web of lies trying to break the fall (‘cause)
I feel I’m drowning, the water’s engulfing, whatever’s left that’s sane
It stood so quietly, but now anxiety, it pulls at me again,
And I can’t breathe as I plead Sybille hold my hand
‘Cause I ‘m weaving a trap, and I can’t get out,
Mind running in circles in circles in circles in circles in
Stop! Wait a sec,
Look around you, at whatever, however, whenever you said what you said
Followed by the past, every time missed a step
Never allowed to forget, always made to regret,
What can you say for yourself?
There’s a fire in my bones, it tells me not all in me is wrong
And if something’s right don’t be afraid to show that side
Let the cracks show.... man’ you’ve grown
But I can’t shake the Feeling that....
I Know I’m drowning, the water’s engulfing, whatever’s left that’s sane
It stood so quietly, but now anxiety, it pulls at me again,
And I can’t breathe as I plead Sybille hold my hand
‘Cause I ‘m weaving a trap, and I can’t get out, I look into my eyes and I see the jury
What can I say for myself?
Don’t want to write another sad song for a while
Tired of sitting always on trial
Don’t want to be remembered just for songs that are sad
I want to wear proudly, all those scars from the past
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4. |
1974
03:08
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Broken records all on the floor,
empty promises we all saw,
Sybille’s hand at the door, s
he’s been looking for something more
Looking for comfort she goes to a friend,
a weirdo fortune teller at the district end.
“Weren’t things just better in the past?” she asks.
“Oh don’t worry mate I’ll send you back”.
Suddenly, the world turned round in circles,
“Holy crap!” They’ve messed up the balance.
Paralysed, oh, reality ripples as she loses her conscience.
Wakes up, at some random sidewalk.
“Where am I? Inned this to make sense”.
“March 6th, one, nine, seven” “what?!”
Sybille’s trapped in 1974!!!
How the hell will she get out of here.
She’s in the wrong year and she wants to disappear.
In a world of bell bottoms and flower children
she preferred her life in 2021.
Suddenly,the realization hits her
If I came in there must be a way out
Quickly looks high’n low for a teller
Finds one, and tells him with a pout
Hopefully, he could actually help
but it’s a risky thing to pull about
Uncertainty as he says with a tremor
“recite the spell, You know so well and count to”:
1,2,3,4…
Suddenly, eyes open in the dark
drenched in sweat, is it real what she’s seen?
Is she free of the spell her heart’s thumping so hard
“Oh thank god, for it was all a dream”
Gets up still panting to grab a glass of water
Looks out the window to find a dystopia
Is this an illusion caused by some myopia?
With a gaping jaw, she understands with horror.
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Hey, Sybille, It’s me here
I was calling to apologise for what I said.
Sorry, I think it was a bit too much.
Haven’t heard from you in a while,
Where are you? What’s going on?
Hey, man, I’m so confused,
I have no Idea what’s going on!
I think I’m in 1984 now,
F*ck ,I think I really messed up this time!
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Sybille's On Jupiter Barcelona, Spain
Sybille's On Jupiter es un proyecto musical nacido en Barcelona, formado por Andrea González a la batería, Jofre Fité al piano y teclado y David Adelantado en guitarra y voz. Con un sonido caracterizado por la mezcla entre diferentes estilos con frescura y la búsqueda de distintas texturas. ... more
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