Side-steps trip the days, the ones you eat whole
Shit-picking holes in the logic that you're hoping for a miracle
So isn't it strange that I'm the one laughing now
And whilst I've nearly split my sides; you don't even get the fucking joke
Dice are on roll, but our idolised hypocrisy is fruitless
Wagering anything, in the hope that our obscurity has value
And we're all friends here, but we're pretentious to the extent that it’s ruthless
Broadcast, publicised, girl you know your insecurities are priceless
My indecision, my bravery
My self-opinion in jeopardy
Replacements ordained, but side-tracked once more
And what you might pass as logic will not convince me otherwise
Oh, isn't this strange? How can we laugh this off now?
Because it's just like the first time; when it wasn't such a fucking joke
Dice are on roll, but our idolised hypocrisy is fruitless
Wagering anything, in the hope that our obscurity has value
And we're all friends here, but we're pretentious to the extent that it’s ruthless
Broadcast, publicised, girl you know your insecurities are priceless
My indistinction, my sickened daze
The absent fusion between my days
My inconclusion, my spiteful ways
My happy ending never came
French band flesh out the straightforward thrills of house music with rich tones and dynamic arrangements flecked with jazz, funk, and soul. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2024