Allegretto (feat. Gino's Eyeball, P.O. Box, The JB Conspiracy, The Tips & Bad Cop, Bad Cop)

Baz The Frenchman

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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

Bastien Brisson

Schlagzeug

Julien Aime

Bass

Alexis Poirson

Gitarre

Marie Lambert

Geige

Géraldine Rocher

Geige

Fanny Poignon

Bratsche

Guillaume Ternoy

Cello

Mélanie Pierrat

Flöte

Pauline Rouet-Chabaux

Oboe

Lazare Akili

Klarinette

Audrey Deny

Fagott

Olivier Tuaillon

Trompete

Arnaud Will Schmitt

Trompete

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Bastien Brisson

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Bastien Brisson

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Rémi Mayo @ Snapcut Studio FRANCE

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Join the fray, bring new consciousness

Are you willing to take all these risks

Let me tell you what you are missing, my friend, it's humanity's end

Mutism's social construction

Undo it and slow down media hype

Take a book and some speech therapy, you'll see, your own thinking will change

Or let me bleed, fail till grave, let me bleed, to death

Change consumer goods, denial of the truth

I'm top fifty douchebag, mediocrity's rank

Indebtedness of my soul, highest rebate rate

Sell shares, don't share, my money isn't crass

Live it up, your time is running out

Look down on us, we are a massive crowd

Fuck your rules, cause we will pull the strings

One day, on your real tragedy

Let me make you bleed

Benediction time

Let me make you bleed

It ends on the ground

Do it until a bone

Breaks off under a stone

Let's sing along the song

That's real coalescence

Do it until a bone

Breaks off under a stone

That's real coalescence

Don't do it all alone

And you're the change, hell you buddy

Seek in your brain,

You got the solutions to overcome the discrepancies

And you're laid-back boy, street boy, your slacks that don't fit

Ask for rolling paper, you got 33

You feel lost – LOST

Last – LAST

Of very very long

Generation victim of non-wealthy background

You're not a bad boy smashed – BAD BOY SMASHED

You're just a trite misfit – TRITE MISFIT

Who waits

Christ mess came in a major success

Entertainment's trivial but it goes down in history

How did we hold off the smart non-sense

While the masses prayed, Amen

What if resistance's only valid in world war 3

What if the bullshit isn't broadcast on TV

Maybe my perception of the modern world is wrong

And I admit, the ideal city, is dead

I had success with catchy songs and autotune

And everyone has heard about it to the moon

I bought seventeen guitars and another mansion to put them

You gonna sing it, you gonna sing it loud

Does it make sense to give awards

I'd like to design one

A 22 for the pricks, greenbacked, named, loaded

Cause their city, is dead

I gave sixteen of these guitars

No need to be a star

Life's better than this

I need your bliss

Cause, soon, I'll be, dead

Written by: Bastien Brisson

Allegretto (feat. Gino's Eyeball, P.O. Box, The JB Conspiracy, The Tips & Bad Cop, Bad Cop)

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