Texty:
Stereolab

Though this world's essentially An absurd place to be living in It doesn't call for total withdrawal I've been told it's a fact of life Men have to kill

c'est l'image qui, vit dans le sang elle enfante eternellement aneantit toute la vie fusion de mondes universels de l'esprit et du sang de l'esprit

I looked at the sun through filters A hit that drove out lots of colors I took off high like a feather Blown to the ground on my shoulder You fell, are

Love befall from the apple tree None have done, left to come to me (Thus fallen, I turned around) A good fair distance, bringing my presents Dressed

What would What would we do without you See you should all let my Your own superficiality We get the idea you're being So generous and free We don't

To compose And decompose To decompose Decompose The ebb and flow of the darkness The ebb and flow de ma Paresse To compose Decompose And recompose

Chaque art particulier rien n'est jamais donné des cas particuliers sont á dissocier toute chose reste infernal ça ne vient pas

Clearly we won't know unless we try The possibilities are open To create a new situation Surely we won't know unless we try I am far too young to die

We need so damn many things To keep our dazed lives going Many things to keep our lives Lives going, so many things We need so damn many things (We