Passion Things

by Le Vasco

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released 03 December 2013

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Track Name: I'm Not There
I won’t go out to party

I won’t go out to dance

I’m not sure that I’m ready

I’m not sure that I’m strong enough

I’m not there

I’m not there

I’m not there

I know I can’t be number one

And you know I don’t care

I won’t fight for a little place all my life

Wish I’ll have more to share

A bitter taste of your success

Maybe too bright for me

Don’t wanna be a part of your portrait

Think I have much better things to dare

I’m not there

I’m not there

I’m not there

She’s hiding something from me

She looks modern

Dreaming of future seas

She’s not sober

She has chosen

« Do not keep an eye on the morning »

She’s closed forever

Forever

Forever

Forever

Forever

She is so lucky to see

« Fuck the process »

Flames, she proudly sewed herself

On her white dress

She has success

She can shine

She can shine

She can shine

I won’t go out to party

I won’t go out to dance

I’m not sure that I’m ready

I’m not sure to that I’m strong enough

I’m not there
Track Name: Les Indiens
We never take time just together.

We always steal the time we spend together.

I love this time,

I love this time,

And I envy the one who comes first.

And even if we just know with a glance,

I see you just don’t want to know.

And even when my heart gives advance,

Far, far away you go.

And I need to feel you.

You are what I need to feel.

I am stronger than you are,

‘Cause when my world fell apart without a tear I could stand.

But give me just a minute to forget,

I won’t fake, I won’t dry up, I wanna try,

And the cold I need to create is a lie,

A useful one,

A fearful one.

And I need to feel you,

You are what I need to feel.
Track Name: Histoire de Vasco
« Histoire de Vasco » est un livre d’images, une rêverie que j’ai faite sur une chaise, en

fumant lentement, un automne, un hiver et un été. Chaque fois, avant d’écrire, je sortais de

leur boîte les soldats de plomb de mon fils et je les regardais pour m’inspirer de leurs couleurs

vives et de leur innocence.

Dans mon esprit, comme vous le voyez, cette histoire de Vasco, inspirée par des jouets, devait

finir bien. Rien à faire ! Les petits soldats de plomb de mon fils tuèrent Vasco…

Et je me suis demandé s’il n’y a pas des choses maudites jusque dans leur représentation et

leur apparence les plus charmantes…

Je parle, bien entendu, des petits soldats de plomb de mon fils.

Georges Schehadé
Track Name: Chill
What has never started never stop,

I’m stuck in a dolly world

Life worth much more living with a risk,

Oh god all the things I missed.

Is this so hard to realize

Kick your ass girl.

Planet Earth is turning without you,

So get on the groove, girl.

Easy contempt, so frustrated,

To put it in a nutshell my whole life is full of stuff.

Understanding, easy going,

I’m pissing in the stream not to struggle like the very devil.

I’m chilling, chilling,

I’m voluntarily preserved,

Chilling, chilling,

The whole world is getting on my nerves.

Is this so so hard to realize

Kick your ass girl.

Planet Earth is turning without you,

So get on the groove, girl.
Track Name: Le Fantôme
This reminds me of a kingdom

All black and white.

Watch your head !

Souvenir from a broken bed.

It’s like we maximize our time.

Since the father is right,

Shoots from slow to fast.

Erotic power of the castle,

When we were lost,

You say your spell, the world is cancelled.

But the stones remain.

Curbs faking rebelling the line.

We mingle into a mess,

Making mine the rising of your chest.

Candy crushing on my blue screen,

Good way to forget that I’m thinking.

Follow the pink road, I’m a suburb babe,

And for the census I’m a suburb babe,

Fit in the column of the suburb graves,

Think I’m good for the suburb train.

But I crave for a kingdom.

I want a king it is the minimum.

His golden portrait in my living room,

Facing the sunrise.

Vitalize, vitalize me.

I wanna fight hard with an enemy.

They think they’re good, but they’re just passive.

Blue screen in the night.

I’m on my way home,

I need a warm glow.

Don’t be late for the TV show,

I’m under control.

Schedule is easy,

I’m in a city that sleeps,

And streetlights shining,

River shining.

Terrorize, terrorize me.

I feel your pressure, moving in my sleep.

A swiss life pleasure, for that is a stream.

I’ve made up my mind.

But i’m still home,

I need a warm glow.

Wasn’t late for the TV show,

I’m under control.

Schedule is easy,

I’m in a city that sleeps,

And streetlights shining,

River shining.

Terrorize, terrorize, terrorize me …
Track Name: Cheerleader
For you,

I crossed the city at night,

Sat on trains, saw the moonlight.

Man gaze, But I don’t care.

World a blaze,

Colors so fair.

With you,

For me was no sleep at night,

Worries when I was not in your arms,

Secrets

I couldn’t keep in my heart,

And fears, for hours, when you were not coming back.

I hope I’ll save the good time.

Don’t dare

To undermine what I felt, superpower.

You left me dazed and tired,

Hope you won’t forget neither.

I keep a tape as a souvenir.

I hold my breath when I’m at the rear.

For now I’m wretched and it’s always you.

Excessively busy, but what else can I do.

I hope I’ll save the good time.
Track Name: The Wildest
She sure is the wildest.

She lives so fast,

That she might burn

What’s between us.

I am the last.

Wild instinct.

She likes to play with passion things.

So easily.

Easy.

She’s a kid, in a dangerous way.

She’s a kid, with make up on the face.

She wants to fight with the big girls,

Fight with the big,

I fear the plight,

But she’s not weak.

I hope she means it.

I hope she means it.

She’s not that kind,

But she’s a pretty little magnet.

It’s freaking me out,

A blondie goddess.

Freaking me out,

She runs the harvests.

B.L.O.N.D.

So much light,

Driving me crazy.

B.G.

I got to quit now,

She makes me sick now.

She sure is,

She sure is,

She sure is,

The wildest.

She sure is,

She sure is,

She sure is,

The wildest.

She sure is,

She sure is,

She sure is,

The wildest.

She’s almost real,

Black and white in paintings,

She makes me feel,

Lost.

She’s almost real,

Black and white in paintings,

She makes me feel,

Lost.

She sure is the wildest.

She lives so fast,

That she might burn

What’s between us.

I am the last.

She sure is the wildest.

She lives so fast that she might burn

What’s between us.

I am the last.
Track Name: A Legend
You’re not alone

You’re not alone

Even if you miss your communist masters

You’re not alone

You smile but your dream is secretly broken

Your chance

Your chance

Your chance‘s not written on forgotten papers

Your task

At last

Was not to fight every motionless castle

It’s not too late to turn

Turn

Turn

Turn

It's not too late to turn

Turn

Turn

Turn

It’s not too late to turn

Backwards

Ever

Lost

Members

It ain't a dream

Faster

So sick

Roller coaster

White ink

And smoke

You’re living under pressure

Oh so much pressure

But for a while

Just forget it

As a fool but for real and please don’t always disappear, just

Look at me

You’re trying to get there

I’m trying to get you

Lay down on me

Lay down on me

Lay down on me, make yourself clear,

You thought you could build a legend

It’s not too late to turn

Turn

Turn

Turn

It’s not too late to turn

Turn

Turn

Turn

It’s not too late to turn.