FLAKE UP
by Doctor FLAKE
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Hollow people
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Swell line
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Une île
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Addiction
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Voices
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Followers
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Walk on the white side
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Aorta
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Silver
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about
FLAKE UP is the fourth studio release produced by Doctor FLAKE and will be available on september 12 . This record features Vale Poher (Mensch), Nawelle Saidi (Screenatorium) , Miscellaneous (Fumuj), Black Sifichi (Ez3kiel, Brain Damage, Dubphonic) et Dj Pee (Le peuple de l'herbe).
credits
released 12 September 2011
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license
all rights reserved
feeds
feeds for shows
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Aug 04Clermont-Ferrand, France
discography
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Mar 2012 -
Sep 2011 -
Jun 2011 -
Mar 2009 -
Aug 2008 -
Jan 2007 -
Jan 2007 -
Feb 2006
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- Track Name: Hollow people
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A shade of the worst to come
A taste of what's been sold
I'm wired
but finally left alone
with a thousand wasted souls
We aim
but we know
We're better off the show
So turn it off
and let me go...
Our lives and our disease
Egos and pride are shame
We hide and try to leave
the ones that feels the same
We aim
but we know
We're better off the show
So turn it off
and let me go...
We aim
but we know
We aim
but we know
We're better off the show
So turn it off
and let me go...
We aim
but we know - Track Name: Une île
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L’océan, l’essence
Retourner à l’essentiel. Ton bras vers la mer.
Le nombril de l’océan.
Une île
Retrouver l’essentiel. Trouver l’essence
Des forages dans la peau. Je pense à toi qui retournes à l’essentiel.
Et je crache des noyaux sur la terre ou je marche pieds nus
Et je m’invente des comportements comme on répète un rôle trop grand pour soi.
Les mêmes gestes et les mêmes mots qui se reproduisent.
Mais cette fois j’essaie de casser la branche. Je provoque, j’improvise.
Ce ne sont que symboles sans importance. Qui gagnent toujours
Le nombril de la mer.
Une île
Et qu’est ce qu’il restera de cette journée, de cette semaine, des années après ?
Une île
Et encore cette envie de voir la mer quand on est amoureux
Une île
Tu anticipes mes phrases
Et ta bouche répète. Tu t’entends dire ce que tu as bien répété.
Tu t’écoutes parler.
Ce cimetière d’amours sur mes épaules et la force toujours improbable de continuer.
Le nombril de la mer.
Une île
L’œil de mon corps. La preuve que je suis née
Et qu’est ce qu’il restera de cette journée, de cette semaine, de nos années passées ?
Une île
Un souvenir, une phrase, une image. Ton bras qui m’entoure. L’enfance où je reviens toujours m’échouer.
Une île
Et qu’est ce qu’il restera de cette journée, de cette semaine, des années après ?
Une île
Une phrase. Un parfum que je veux garder sur ma manche. L’odeur d’un café. Une chanson. Une séparation
Et qu’est ce qu’il restera de cette journée, de cette semaine, des années après ?
Une île
Je me défile
La grande vacance - Track Name: Addiction
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You’re a junky, ‘cause man every substance
has it’s addict and everybody’s an addict for something.
Once this bad habit has sunk in,
you’re anxious in your stomach without it, you’ve gotta have it to function.
Djs need X to feel strong on the decks,
and snort up forty lines of white before performing their sets
for the effects, it’s a sinful reflex,
The fiend needs the needle and the nympho needs sex.
YOU… CAN’T… FIGHT…
Some need weed to create, they keep weaving their papes,
And reefer-blazing all day - we can relate,
They feel weak if they ain’t puffing on a weekly basis.
Reality’s a bitch and they ain’t eager to face it.
Some drugs are legal like the coffee in your mug,
others can’t stop smoking when they’re coughing up their blood.
Music is a drug too, if they’re holding a grudge,
I’ll slip the crowd some MD and they’ll be showing me love!
YOU… CAN’T… FIGHT… YOUR ADDICTION
YOU - You want it badly don’t you,
CAN’T - You gotta have it ain’t you?
FIGHT - Cause you’z a junky and I know what you need
Some sit on their sofa, sipping and swigging coronas,
to silly soap-operas in a delirious coma.
When they smell smoke in the kitchen, a serious odour,
they won’t get up to check until their series is over!
A woman wanted a dress, she got mad and fussed,
she wore it once and shoved it back in the closet to gather dust.
She’s fighting fepression with chocolate under the covers,
She’ll race to the gym to replace one addiction with another.
YOU… CAN’T… FIGHT….
You can be a billionaire and be needy.
People are addicted to dough, they’re just so greedy for these
pieces of paper they keep away in secret chambers.
that change hands and meet with strangers.
Such a strange invention that causes pain and tension,
Time is money, and who can afford to pay attention?
Never enough, you need more
So you went and bought the latest Doctor Flake album at the store.
Hook
Hook x4:
YOU… CAN’T… FIGHT… YOUR ADDICTION
YOU - You want it badly don’t you,
CAN’T - You gotta have it ain’t you?
FIGHT - Cause you’z a junky and I know what you need - Track Name: Followers
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Hook:
I’m a Control-freak
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff,
Life is out my grip, I’m a Follower.
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow.
Verse 1:
Everything is melancholy, I’ve rarely met a jolly
man that weren’t very merry friends with unmeasured folly.
I’ma try to dodge insanity and keep a lot of honor,
but love’s a fight that could take the peace out the Dalaï Lama.
Belladonna’s synonym of Bella-Donna drama
when a woman wants a fellow to wear a doggy-collar.
When a man ain’t making an effort and
he can’t express his damn feelings - he raises his F’ing hand.
He raped her, he left and ran, the ravens ate her corpse
while unexpressed-maggots squirmed th rough his train of thoughts.
He could only share them when he squeezed the nine,
he blew his brains out the back so he could free his mind…
Hook:
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow.
Verse 2:
Life is real wicked, I’m the pussy the lil’ midget
bullied and pushed around and I’ve just gotta deal with it.
‘Til I grab the gat, grab the bullet out the Pocket,
put it in the barrel, cock it, pull it back and pop it.
I find relief with a stanza,
with a banging-beat to release all my anger.
my girl’s been beefing with Leukemia-Cancer,
the evil enhancer, and I keep begging God for a reasonable answer.
I can’t even reach for her hands, hold her and hug her,
only hold my head up boldly, coldly hope she’ll recover.
Covered in masks and ugly plastic-gloves
But nasty blood-cancer can’t get pass the love.
Hook:
I’m a Control-freak
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff,
Life is out my grip, I’m a Follower.
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow.
Verse 3:
Life’s not a bitch, it’s the other way round
When she shouts… we’re the ones to stay down.
We can be beat, torn, battered, tortured, abandonned,
But we’ll always be back like her loyal companion.
Because life leads, we just follow,
this sorrow and pain, tomorrow, will probably make me less hollow.
I’ll gain, knowledge, strength and power, settle down and smell the flowers
while everybody else rows for several hours,
Sour over nothing… why d’you gotta fight?
Doggys bite each other for the last word but nobodys right.
This song is called « Life», the mood in the air
says « move to the rythm like it’s Musical Chairs… »
Hook:
I’m a Control-freak
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff,
Life is out my grip, I’m a Follower.
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow. - Track Name: Aorta
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Aorta
I went to the Doctor Today
he stuck a gizmo on my chest
and then stuck the other end of it into his ear
I felt nervous.
My heart jumped a BPM
BPM rolled over BPM
Doctor stared at the floor.
I could hear my breath.
My breath breathing loud.
(breathing sounds)
A little piece of paper
kept ticking out of the machine
Doctor stared at the floor.
I was breathing too loud.
"Doctor, am I breathing too Loud?"
He said "no".
I said "what?"
He looked at me and he said
"Shut up! ... I'm listening to your heart."
The paper kept ticking out of the machine
and I could see the diagram like a sound bite
Very irregular - Not very stable
And I began to get very nervous.
And the Doctor said
"it can't be - no....
no it can't be that..."
The Doctor said "shut up"
And he listened, and it got very quiet in the room.
And I closed my eyes.
I could feel the pounding thunder - in my brain, in my wrists, at the bottom of my feet like rushing floods.
Doctor turned to me and said
"It doesn't look good. No. I think you've got a bomb inside you. Atom Bomb.
Aorta. It's dilated. Aorta. It's dilated.
Your aorta is dilated you're walking around with a bomb.
Gotta stay cool, don't get excited I'm gonna give you some pills."
I said "I don't want no pills!"
He pulled the gizmo out of his ear.
And I was laying there like a corpse. White paper under my body - this gizmo on my chest and I could hear my heart beating louder each minute..... - Track Name: Silver
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There ‘s a voice, silver voice,
That’s your voice, silver voice, you’re gone
Remenber silver’s voice
Eternal, now you’re gone forever
Neither with you nor without you
Neither with you nor without you
My Body is limping tell me why , did you call me
My body is limping , you know why
My Body is limping tell me why , did you call me
My body is limping , you know why
Neither with you nor without you
Neither with you nor without you
My Body is limping tell me why , did you call me
My body is limping , you know why
My Body is limping tell me why , did you call me
My body is limping , you know why
I carry my limb love with me
