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Tell Tcha​ï​kovski The News

by Kat And Die Kunst

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2 1/2 03:40
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Un flâneur pressé Sur la rue Légaré Vers un 2 1/2 Tassé sous l'escalier Entre les bouteilles de bière Semées partout par terre À travers tes bouquins Couverts de poussière Sur ton vieux divan On tuera notre temps Si on ferme les yeux On reste dans ce moment Avant que le sommeil te rattrape Avant que le matin me kidnappe Avant que trop tôt devienne trop tard Ton chat qui dort fort Trouvera le confort Collé contre ta cuisse De tout son corps Ramasseur de secrets Mais toujours ben discret Si on ferme les yeux On restera sans regrets Un flâneur pressé Sur la rue Légaré Vers un 2 1/2 Tassé sous l'escalier On montera sur le toit Et tu me montreras Toutes les étoiles Qu'on verra pas Avant que le sommeil te rattrape Avant que le matin me kidnappe Avant que trop tôt devienne trop tard Avant qu’il ne reste plus rien à boire
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Montréal 03:10
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Mais reviens donc à Montréal! Finir ma caisse de Boréale Un dépanneur pour chaque ruelle, Une taverne pour chaque chapelle Viens faire renaître ma vie sociale Won't you come back to Montreal! Three story roads of urban sprawl. Artists clogging up the street Musicians laying down the beat Nos autoroutes en perdent des bouttes Les nids-de-poule prolifèrent Mais c'est pas grave On est bien fiers De nos paysages lunaires! Mais reviens donc à Montréal! Remettre ta saveur sur ma murale Au son des guitares du bistro Je te ferai manquer le dernier métro Sans toi cette île est trop banale Won't you come back to Montreal! Can't read the writings on the wall Missing the painting from the frame Missing the Main and its chow mein Ça fait un boutte Que les autres boivent dans notre coupe Les revendeurs prospèrent Mais c'est pas grave On est bien fiers De nos couleurs primaires! Mais reviens donc à Montréal! Souffler plein de vent dans mes voiles Chercher l'amour au cimetière Plonger à poil dans la rivière Mais reviens donc à Montréal!
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Sabachka Davai 03:38
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Born in the gutter No father no mother Destiny's orphan Suckled by rodents Eyes over shoulder No wiser no older Hunger remind me Must look behind me Gazing upon the stars Wondering what they are Hanging so high Sabachka davai! White coats so friendly Sheltered and kept me Left me their leavings Walks every evening Tickle my tummy Who needs a mommy Children and laughter Safe ever after Science will save us But only the bravest Will reach to the sky Sabachka davai! Предварительная ступень.. . Промежуточная.. . Главная.. . Подъем! We have a new suit Comrade it suits you Sleeping and feeding Landscape receding Pride of a nation Felt dehydration Such a short visit No return ticket They told me to jump in Tin can for a coffin I've learned to fly Sabachka davai! Science will save us But only the bravest Will reach to the sky!
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Ce qui suit 03:22
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Un effort pour trouver La vérité cachée Dans une taverne Quelques sourires détachés À force de pousser Les portes se referment Citoyen d'un soir L'occasion de tout Voir sans regarder Flottant dans la ville Un chemin facile Pour observer Je me souviens de demain Qui brûle dans les cendres d'aujourd'hui Une mémoire collective Qu'on efface pour écrire ce qui suit Bordel ancestral Puisant ses murales Dans une autre époque Quartier ouvrier Façades rénovées They don’t give a fuck Une cantine fermée Pancarte à louer Qui attend son sort Paysages de béton Des murs en carton Le chantier s'endort Un rêve de banlieue Queue de la ligne bleue Dresse la frontière Dans un cul-de-sac Sous les publi-sacs Une nouvelle carrière
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Leaky Roof Rag 02:58
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Come and turn me over baby when I'm done We'll get ourselves a bottle girl and have some fun Lie around and dream about the life we'll lead You're everything that I need Sitting in the kitchen with the rain outside Bouncing off the pavement like a Friday ride Running off the rooftops guess it's time I'mentionI ain't got a dime (not one nickel) Your parents they don't like me but I don't mind Ain't them I gonna marry 'sides I always find The more that people know me always bound to see I'll grow on them like skunky weed Smoky at the start but I can turn the trick As long as you remember gotta roll me thick My ambition threw me right through that door Get your coat from off of the floor You won't need an umbrella when you got yourself a fella Who will cover you when skies are grey Something seems to tell me you've been trying to sell me On what it is you're thinking while I just keep on drinking along Willy'll wag, Sally'll sag I'll wipe ‘em up with this leaky roof rag You won't need an umbrella when you got yourself a fella Who will cover you your whole life through Something seems to tell me you've been trying to sell me On what it is you're thinking while I just keep on sinking, who.. ? Me! If I'm being honest guess I'm honour bound To warn you that the structure might not be sound How long has it been since we've lived in sin This ceiling is caving in But if you stick around girl we might surprise All the b’ys that say that we should say goodbye Might have never told ya never been in love Gonna say it now that push comes to shove
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Micaela 03:49
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You stood up when they said sit down Only got you to blame Such a price to pay Some still paying it today Micaela some things changed But mostly it's the same Live under a golden heel Who put our silver in your steel? Prayers falling on deaf ears Turned the drought to tears Micaela some things changed But mostly it's the same Whispered words would incite Noble treasons in the night Shackles or the blade Sickle or the spade Rip apart the body Brothers will betray Bloody ever after Are the hands of Areche Stand up now my sisters Show me right from wrong Old men hold the pen But our sword is in our song Micaela some things changed But mostly stayed the same
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Décalage horaire 03:44
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Les vagues qui m'inspirent s'écraseront tôt ou tard La nuit va hisser son drapeau de victoire Pensées engagées se dispersent en douceur Alors que chaque matin se fond dans la noirceur À la lumière du jour c'est dur de t'écrire Étagères poussiéreuses me donnent le goût de vomir Silence fascinant de cette chambre déserte Souvenirs sur papier d'une vieille silhouette Dans l'attente d'une rime qui dirige mon discours C'était une soirée parfaite pour une peine d'amour Décalage horaire qui éprouve ma patience Me laissant face à face avec ton insouciance La musique de ton monde résonne peu dans le mien À force de tendre l'oreille je n'entends plus rien Notre temps ne rythme plus comme avant Les distances nous imposent à chacun notre présent Les parfums du printemps me sont étrangers Ces journées qui rallongent ne font que se vider De ton côté du globe avril chatoie l'hiver Jamais je n'aurais pensé m'ennuyer d'hier
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Иммигрантская Душа 03:20
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Как уехали не помню Прилетели мы в запой Ах Канада небо сине Что ты делаешь со мной В ресторане на сан-кате Заказали мы путин Знал бы наш великий Вова Что мы здесь едим Пиво прячем мы в пакете Потупили в пол глаза Где ты русская свобода Американская мечта Нашей двойкой на диктанте Не гордилася страна Здесь мы стали триязычны А pourquoi бы и не pas Сан-луи- не Патриарши Но закуска хороша В теплом мае разгулялась Иммигрантская душа Кепку с Ленина мы сняли В Монреаль ее везли Износилася немножко Делать нечего- сожгли Эти строчки рифмовали У фонтана без воды А Иисус то ли иисус ли У китайцев хуй пойми
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Platzkart 04:01
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Weight on the air drives the nails into coffins An outcome uncertain it happens too often Tension it heightens the turn of the screw Pieces that tighten no force can undo When the tones of the words like the tones of the notes Dark in the hearing but in memory floats For with time they are flattened muted but not mute A tempo reloaded and ready to shoot Forth no melody mastered no harmony here The rests arrive broken the key change unclear Where to go with the movement and where to begin When majors turn minor these outcomes look dim Push through a stanza with notes on a paper A runaway train whose brakes will not break her She's racing cross country she’s over the rails Blowing the warning the whistle it wails There's a panic momentum that burns with the fever The push of a button the pull of a lever And hope starts to fade as the wheels they turn faster No brightness remains as it heads for disaster The wagons they sway the wheels lift from the track See the game that they play as they gently fall back Into place but the question like thunder remains Following lightning but before the rain Push through an evening when chemicals flow In the bittersweet morning those words lost their glow Though they started with reason direction and splendour They conquer the moment to time they surrender Blown like a gale in the midst of the fury Hold on to the seconds but constantly hurry Grasping at memories that fade with the daylight Repair broken bones and prepare for a new night Fulfilling those fantasies fast moving frames Absorbing the energies deflect the blame Seizing the moment before it slips by Holding on to the mystery letting it fly
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Ain't Much Worth Knowin' 03:18
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I'd been thumbing up the road, had a change of luck A vision of a polka dot pick-up truck Slowing down to see if I wanna tag along I was due into town but I gave it a whirl You'll never know no loving like a country girl Wonder what they feed 'em down there on the farm They say that she's an angel in her muddy jeans I know that she's the devil when she's feeling mean Makes me sleep outside all night in the rain Ain't much worth knowin’ that she don't know Ain't much worth showing that she won't show Used to be a doctor but didn't like emergencies I get the heel of the hand if I don't hold my drink Not like she give a damn what the neighbours think Blowing Old Tom's bassoon all night long She says she likes the fact that it's good and low The only way she play it nice and slow And the barnyard fauna know they‘re gonna wanna sing along They say that she's an angel the way she grow that gear I know that she's the devil when she's on the beer Straddlin’ that tractor naked in the sun Ain't much worth knowin‘ that she don't know Ain't much worth showing that she won't show Used to be a sailor didn’t know her A-B-Seas Or one to three’s I said, now open up 'phonse, cause I know you're in I can hear that fiddle underneath your chin She'll be coming by any minute now Be tearing up the lino like a real Bolshoi A double-time version of the Red Haired Boy And Maccie's in the engine room stoking up the fire They say that she's an angel but i don't know why She's the devil in the details, and that ain't no lie Since the faces came to Farnham she ain’t been the same Ain't much worth knowin’ that she don't know Ain't much worth showing that she won't show Used to be a pilot but didn't like coming down
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Fleuve d'hiver 05:51
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Chaque bouffée d'air me rappelle l'hiver Entre chaque gorgée des Portes de l'Enfer Mes mains gelées sur le col de la bouteille Mes lèvres gercées te dénient le sommeil La révérence des bouleaux givrés Tel un enfant je me laisse bercer Tout n'est qu'illusion qu'on tisse dans notre brume Ma brume à moi se fond dans ton écume Demain sera sculpté dans ta neige De mes deux mains sur ta berge L'écho de nos passions à la dérive Y vont finir par mourir sur ta rive Le désir qui me fait trembler est banal La faiblesse qui me hante un trait ancestral Toujours la même nostalgie qui me ronge Elle m'étouffe alors que la nuit s'allonge La rage de vivre évite mon quotidien Quand y traçaient des routes j'ai pris mon chemin J'ai jamais voulu y laisser une trace La trace que je laisse je voudrais qu'elle s'efface Jusqu'au matin ta chaleur m'héberge Tel une épave sur ta berge Notre refrain puisé dans tes archives Y va finir par mourir sur ta rive J'ai soif de mots pis t'as soif de mon corps J'sais ben j'sais ben c'est peut-être moi qui a tort J'ai soif de mots pis t'as soif de mon corps J'sais ben j'sais ben c'est peut-être moi qui a tort J'sais ben j'sais ben c'est peut-être moi qui a tort J'sais ben j'sais ben c’t’encore moi qui a tort

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Montreal's Kat And Die Kunst debut album

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released August 23, 2017

Kat And Die Kunst are:

Ekaterina Borovikova, Justin Gallant, Gabriel Monzerol, Sean Moore, Enrique Pilco

Written, composed, designed and produced by Kat And Die Kunst
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Sébastien Dufour at Studio Telleaffaire.

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