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Monsieur Michel

by Monsieur Michel

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1.
Clap Hands 03:48
CLAP HANDS We steal away, hands up, hands on our heels We stitch our wounds, clap hands, merry go round Raid the hot house, raid the hot house, clap hands, shoot from the hip Hitch your skirt up, hitch your skirt up, draw heat, go up in flames Let the hot air least you up and then the night up lays you down We wear our smiles, hands up, like it’s a mask We tear apart, clap hands, shot in the dark Tinker with me, tinker with me, clap hands, bottle it up The party’s in full swing and then the swingers pierce your heart Hands up, clap hands, clap hands, draw heat Hands up, clap hands, clap hands, draw heat Let the hot air heist you up and like a balloon go to sleep.
2.
LOVE STILL TANGO Spiritual wonders Trickle down your still Keep me afloat Enclosed in a glass dream Of you Imaginary lives Are gathered by the gallon To be drunk by shallow, chested debutantes In the salon But I’ll pour myself out For you It is a scary thing To be misrepresented To be honest with you I never thought you’d flee You’re not the one I thought So you are safe with me And the fire is purring Like a cat on your lap And blue flames are licking The straightest part of me Liquor is a sweet thing but love is sweeter one still
3.
Month of Marsh Tell only of what you can see, Until you can see until, wherever it is that crack of dawn is. I see, you took a dip in the swamps, Dressed, with your gorilla bathing suit. Now take my hand, step back. Walk on the red keys on your xylophone. Or play hide and seek, in your scientist outfit, For I can see in all direction, just, like a strung up violin. I'm a cymball rush in an orchestra, But here are my two feet, here are my two feet. And even there the lay is steep. Now step back, into the month of marsch. And sometimes, I felt unbearably light, Like a silk dress, Like the folliage under water. And sometimes, I felt like being whoever else I was, Like a seamstress, with a leather needle. Or like my feet, marching on the ground. And I stepped inside, the woods, and in and out of the city. But then, I had, nowhere else to go. And there was the sun, marching up to the skies. I'm a cymball rush in an orchestra, But here are my two feet, here are my two feet. And even there the lay is steep. Now step back, into the month of marsch. The twin moons of marsh are not there. If you just blink twice a day, It's a childish answer, To a childish question. But here are your two feet, here are my two feet, here are your two feet, Hopping a mile each time.
4.
Wayward Bell 04:30

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released June 17, 2016

Lyrics: Pablo Sala
Music: Monsieur Michel

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