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2007 : Wasted Waves of Love
Written and recorded between 2005 and 2007. Compared to my first record, this one is more electronic, darker, maybe more intimate. Some touches of folk on some tracks ("City Streets", "The Ministry of Winter")
Lyrics are about relationships... trying to communicate ... connect with other people. This is how the title has to be read..
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Vincent
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Students
All the students think they are freaks
Just because their hair is tweaked
On saturday they party, so they think they are free
Must be someone pulling the strings
Once they’re convinced they’re on the good side
They are ready to be tied
Cause it’s not the middle-class executives who rule the world, so
Although everybody’s been telling you that school would make you an important man
If you’re not born in the uptown, it’s not just your degree that will save you from slavery
But students don’t care, they just think about their hair
Cause Mum and Dad are so proud, they give their credit card
You are so cool now, but soon they’ll take you for a cow
With a tie around your neck, then will be the time of regrets
But for now, you’re a student
You go out like all the students
Losing your time, drinking and singing stupid songs :
La la la la, I’m a student
La la la la, I’m a student
June will be better
He raised his eyes
No need to say
That warm embrace faded away
And as we fall out of the bed
It's strange to think of the words we said
Lose some blood, just for a laugh
Picking the hours out of my mouth
Don't say a word about your past
That kind of secret never last
Chorus Although we're close
We cannot really catch each other
Maybe in june, things will get better
Although we're close
We cannot really catch each other
Maybe in june, we'll look for a shelter
I assume, things will get better
A cloud of smoke makes me lonely
Brings to my mind painful memories
A public clock ticking slowly
A sinking sun in front of me
There is no use for pretending
I know that nothing's everlasting
I wanted to find the things they described me
But now my heart is perfectly empty
The Ministry of Winter
It’s early morning, I see a man who gets out of his home
He goes to work, a paper creature, outside it’s cold
A kind of fog fills the streets, and dresses all the lights with a halo
The day is late, the night lingers, I wonder if I’ll ever see the sun again
Chorus
In this city, everybody works at the ministry of winter
There are plenty of things to do
Make sure that there are no leaves left on the trees
Make sure that every passer-by is bitten by the breeze
At the ministry of winter...
Some people locked at the highest floor of a modern tower
Have decided that, for everyone, winter was the best time
People are more productive when they don’t think about the sunshine
Those desperate dreams of freedom seem to disappear from their eyes
Chorus
I see this man, the same as before, he steps into the bus
He keeps his feelings in a box, and the key is full of frost
Arriving at the ministry, his heart breaks silently
He’ll spend one more day, thinking about ways to make the winter colder, always colder
Chorus
