Free.

Nda : Ce texte n’a pas de titre. A vrai dire, il n’en était pas vraiment un jusqu’à ce récent tri effectué dans mes notes et autres brouillons entraînant ma présente addition de publications. Dans l’apparition d’une troisième, rythmée par l’instru de mon dernier artiste coup de coeur, un petit assemblage de deux inspirations égarées et hop (no comment sur l’image) ; lecture !

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FREE – 6LACK (INSTRUMENTAL)

It’s been a while outta there

I‘v’been keeping my faces up

Riding my way through thin air

I’was watching myself the other day

Wonderin’ when shits would blow away

Ain’t really sayin’ I’m waitin’ for them

Just got this fucking gut feelin’ in my chest

Screamin’ n’ hum…

Pulling at my chains

As to wake me up, to reach a claim

Could I ? Without render us all insane

We’ve come this far, this hard

Was it simply another prank

Displayed from my embodied’s eyes

 

Do I ? Do I exist ?

 

Would any listen or forget

Only trashes will remain

Was I really mystified just to satisfied

N’enhanced myself in some weird affairs

Those kinds requiring dirty hands

A dirty mind, dirty habits, hobbies ?

Oh, an’have’n’t you see the psycho rabbit

Hunting down my psychotherapist ?

 

Fuck, I DO exist.

 

And I’ve been riding solo for far too long

Lost in my mind and duties

Combatting the pulsions song’s

Struggling to hold my shits

I just needed an another fix

To ride hard and hold my grounds

So come and visit me down

Let’s get starting for another round

I’ve been.

I’ve been waiting, waiting.

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2017

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Ghost

Nda : Perdu au cours de mes divers maladresses technologiques puis récemment retrouvé dans les méandres d’une conversation Facebook avec mon âme soeur, ce texte fut un autre craquage pseudo rythmé craché en deux phases. Sur ce ; lecture !

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GHOST.

Don’t wanna be this kind of random chick. Ghost lady smoking in a random place. Picking it. Rolling it in a random space. Then breaking it. Till down down down.

Don’t wanna be the kind of one you think about when inhaling that shit. Exploring an other bitch. Trying an other type of wound wound wound.

Don’t wanna be the kind of sweet vampire hanging out in the night. Whose lips take away your breath, body, soul and mind mind mind.

Don’t wanna be this kind of errant bitch. Disappearing all along. Living in a cloud. Soul dying all alone. As a malediction. Wicked trick thrown at me. Which can’t do but watch around as life is going drown drown drown. But…

What else could I be ? I admit I’m just passing around. Zoning up in the shadow. Glowing in the darkness. Walking in neverland as to find a place to go, a way to grow. There’s no home. I’m haunting the very ground I’m walking on. Cause I’m there when I’m not, and away under your hold. Uncatchable. Invisible. While so bright and touchable. I’m made of gold, shiny and so bold. What a freak and a fucking paradox. Chilling from my depraved throne. Plasma queen cuffed on a bloody couch. Potentiality, what an infamous treasure. Are the gardians hearing my clinking chains ? And dare you, visitor, listen to my chilling howls ? Greed has taken path under my crown and silence is following my wraith. Cause I’m just an other junkie lost in her own world. Half there then gone. This reckoned kind of female hollow. A Ghost.

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2016