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Go to the loud place
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Go to the loud place
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Back to the quiet place (alone)
Go to the loud place (to the loud place)
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes (into weird shapes)
Go to the loud place (loud place)
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway (hands, body)
Back to the quiet place (alone)
losing your, losing your, losing your, composure
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Go to the loud place (to the loud place)
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes (into weird shapes)
Go to the loud place (loud place)
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway (hands, body)
Back to the quiet place (alone)
Go to the loud place (to the loud place)
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes (into weird shapes)
Go to the loud place (loud place)
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway (hands, body)
Back to the quiet place (alone)
losing your, losing your, losing your, composure
losing your, losing your, losing your, composure
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You have to get out
Hanging on the balcony
Smoke out the window
Over the dripping AC
Watch the pretty man
Across two grey sidewalks and a road
He’s wearing no clothes
Puff clouds over
Maybe he can climb on over
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
Uh-oh, your balloon is leaking
Hot air from those eyes
Seepin’ out, losing your composure
Wow, you lost another life
Walk home, bodies in your bed you’re still alone
Voices in your head and on the phone
Still swiping in the dark
Fall asleep stuck in your thoughts, oh no
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
It might be time to call your friends
Numbing your way through this trial
You won't outrun yourself this way
You've been partying for ages,
Sleeping your way through this trial
Bodies in your bed
Oh the noise keeps getting louder
And your ego's pumping harder
And you're falling from so high
Falling from so high again
Falling from so high...
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Uh-oh, your balloon is leaking
Uh-oh, your balloon is leaking
Hot air from those eyes
Seepin’ out, losing your composure
Wow, you lost another life
Watch the pretty man
Across two grey sidewalks and a road
He’s wearing no clothes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
Puff clouds over
Maybe he can climb on over
Voices in your head and on the phone
Still swiping in the dark
Fall asleep stuck in your thoughts, oh no
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
Falling from so high again
Falling from so high...
Uh-oh, your balloon is leaking
Hot air from those eyes
Walk home, bodies in your bed you’re still alone
Voices in your head and on the phone
Still swiping in the dark
Fall asleep stuck in your thoughts, oh no
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
Back to the quiet place
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
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Tu avais dit qu'on partirait au mois de mars (on partirait)
Tu avais dit qu'on partirait au mois de mars
Enhardis par la fonte des neiges (on partirait)
Enlaidis, vers une étoile soudaine (on partirait)
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me meurs
Je ne veux plus te fuir, tu me nuis
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me nois
Tes yeux ne me lâchent pas
I was rooted, oh I was bathed in light
I was foolish, ascribed you little might
Unenchanted, and you took all my clothes
Left me dire, with not a scrap to bar
My flimsy doors from your blood rows
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me meurs
Je ne veux plus te fuir, tu me nuis
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me nois
Tes yeux ne me lâchent pas
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me meurs
Je ne veux plus te fuir, tu me nuis
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me nois
Tes yeux ne me lâchent pas
Tu avais dit qu'on partirait au mois de mars (on partirait)
Enhardis par la fonte des neiges (on partirait)
Enlaidis, vers une étoile soudaine (on partirait)
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me meurs
Je ne veux plus te fuir, tu me nuis
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me nois
Tes yeux ne me lâchent pas
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5. |
Shenkin
03:56
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You have to get out
Hanging on the balcony
Smoke out the window
Over the dripping AC
Watch the pretty man
Across two grey sidewalks and a road
He’s wearing no clothes
Puff clouds over
Maybe he can climb on over
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
Uh-oh, your balloon is leaking
Hot air from those eyes
Seepin’ out, losing your composure
Wow, you lost another life
Walk home, bodies in your bed you’re still alone
Voices in your head and on the phone
Still swiping in the dark
Fall asleep stuck in your thoughts, oh no
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place
Go to the loud place
Once it’s too dark for the kids to play
Boom boom, you can only feel the bass
Hands on you, bodies sway
Breaking into weird shapes
Back to the quiet place (alone)
It might be time to call your friends
Numbing your way through this trial
You won't outrun yourself this way
You've been partying for ages,
Sleeping your way through this trial
Bodies in your bed
Oh the noise keeps getting louder
And your ego's pumping harder
And you're falling from so high
Falling from so high again
Falling from so high...
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6. |
Fonte Des Neiges
02:41
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Tu avais dit qu'on partirait au mois de mars (on partirait)
Tu avais dit qu'on partirait au mois de mars
Enhardis par la fonte des neiges (on partirait)
Enlaidis, vers une étoile soudaine (on partirait)
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me meurs
Je ne veux plus te fuir, tu me nuis
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me nois
Tes yeux ne me lâchent pas
I was rooted, oh I was bathed in light
I was foolish, ascribed you little might
Unenchanted, and you took all my clothes
Left me dire, with not a scrap to bar
My flimsy doors from your blood rows
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me meurs
Je ne veux plus te fuir, tu me nuis
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me nois
Tes yeux ne me lâchent pas
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me meurs
Je ne veux plus te fuir, tu me nuis
Quel ennui avec toi
Quel ennui, je me nois
Tes yeux ne me lâchent pas
Tu avais dit qu'on partirait au mois de mars (on partirait)
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Iris Ell Amsterdam, Netherlands
Iris Ell is an electronic artist based between Amsterdam, Paris and Tel Aviv. After years of writing, singing and playing
the piano during her childhood in France and the Middle East, Ell first discovered Paris’s vibrant techno scene. Her unique sound combines shimmering, tightly constructed pop melodies with grimier, edgier club influences.
~ Katherine Rodgers
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