1. |
Everywhere I Go
03:00
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Radio silent everywhere I go
Don’t come in, my room is underwater
I’ll move out when they’re all dead around me
They paved the way, but I can make it better
I hate that you compare me, I’m nothing like him
He’s obscene on a beat, I’m singing real feelings
I hate that you compare me, I’m so far from him
I copy everyone to make out better things
Radio silent everywhere I go
Don’t come in, my room is underwater
I’ll move out when they’re all dead around me
They paved the way, but I can make it better
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2. |
Plasma (State of Matter)
04:44
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There is nothing else to reach, i know
To earth you come and burn the world around
My wounds have healed, reopened many times
If things won’t change, what point is there to grow?
Red appeared forever ago
But nowadays the heat just feels so close
It’s plasma, i pledged my life to your side
What i took for auroras turned out nuclear
I know that i swore that this was not anger
But the more i breathe in the more i feel it burn
Well these things are unfair, it’s not my turn to hurt
But it seems that i can’t change this state of matter
(You were)
A lightning striking in a peaceful sky
(You were)
Everything I swore I left behind
(You were)
The burning heart of a flame in my chest
(And now)
The neon lights exploded, I can’t rest
I know that i swore that this was not anger
But the more i breathe in the more i feel it burn
Well these things are unfair, it’s not my turn to hurt
But it seems that i can’t change this state of matter
(I swore this was not anger
The more I breathe, I feel it burn
It's unfair, not time to hurt
But I can't change this state)
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3. |
Six Million Seasons
03:33
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I can’t keep waking up
In the middle of the night or morning
I can’t keep standing up
With both my shoulders failing
Looking over it, the past looked better I admit
looking over it, looking over it
It used to be under a storm of treasons
But now I see it in the light
You and i look so alike
Between us, six million seasons
Walk right through the future
Mid-afternoon in a fit of laughter
'Cause some memories are torture
Sarcasm may just make it lighter
Looking over it, I've never looked better, I admit
Looking over it, looking over it
It used to be under a storm of treasons
But now I see it in the light
You and I look so alike
Between us, six million seasons
Now I see it in the light
Last time we came so close,
And now we’ll make it through the night
No more black and white
For six million seasons
Give me six million reasons
It used to be under a storm of treasons
But now I see it in the light
You and I look so alike
Between us, six million seasons
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4. |
Lights Out
01:11
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Night in your eyes but your heart feels pure
And the storm tastes alright once you’ve been cured
No diagnosis for the gods above
it’s all metallic, or a lack of love
You know you won’t be coming back
No matter where you go, it’s all under the same sky
You know you feel too young to die
No matter where you go, it’s all under the same sky
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IÆM
04:04
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I think I’m on the wrong train home
The pictures outside the window keep moving on their own
And I’m short of breath, what if I fall on my face
What if I’m right out of place
Then where am I headed ? Where’s home when you need it?
(Take me home)
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6. |
La jeune fille en feu
02:02
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tes yeux furent dans les miens
comme une planète
en feu
incendie par tes larmes
tentative vaine
de mieux
égoïste désir
et tes deux mains
dans mon dos
je crierais de plaisir
sans ton absence
toujours
rythme sans son, un piano
inflexion de ta voix, de ta peau
mes jambes lourdes
trop vite
tes mots essoufflés
les miens sous l’eau
tu te bats, je me laisse faire
tu cours devant moi
ta silhouette, tes os
tu t’échappes toujours, seule ton ombre me veux
je tends une dernière main, tu l’attrapes, tu la serres contre ton sein
mes ongles te blessent et tu cries
je ne peux rattraper la voix dans ma tête
et ton corps sous mes doigts
quand j’écris, quand je vois le son heurté de tes pleurs
et le souvenir heureux brille plus que les mots du présent
un trésor caché
orphée se retourne mais toi tu restes là
et moi je sors à l’aide, à l’air libre
une image de toi, seul.e
mes mots savent te décrire
ma tête n e garde que sensations
brulure des larmes, du sel, du sable, des lames, tes jambes, mes bras
mais toi tu ressens seule maintenant
je crois que c’est fini
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I'm RINN, a french 20-something-year-old artist passionate about music. Check out my new EP!
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