Either This / Much Long
by Dawnshape
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Digital Album
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Either This
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Much Long
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credits
released 28 February 2013
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Antoine Ollivier : Singing, guitar, keys, drum machine and arrangement, percussions
Sebastien Hurtel : Bass guitar, additional singing, percussions
Gregory Hoepffner : Drums, percussions
Recorded & Mixed by Luc Ferré
Mastered by Sylvain Biguet
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Antoine Ollivier : Singing, guitar, keys, drum machine and arrangement, percussions
Sebastien Hurtel : Bass guitar, additional singing, percussions
Gregory Hoepffner : Drums, percussions
Recorded & Mixed by Luc Ferré
Mastered by Sylvain Biguet
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- Track Name: Either This
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A breath held against the figure of your fed up;
The more you hold it, the more there's room below.
Can't detach your sight from this brightest window,
that clouds your thoughts, that interferes.
A breath held against the figure of your fed up;
the more it feeds your chest, the hungrier it gets.
Can't detach your sight from this brightest window,
that clouds your thoughts, that interferes.
Turn down rivalry, returned your costume;
It's the same parade that marches on,
yet you can't help but scroll all the way down.
It's either this or the early elderly's eyes under the tunnel,
eyes across the room hushed, shut down.
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You don't have to wait much long
until they pull the smoke out of your nose,
mornings they see your lungs
filled with something thick and morose.
Sport a grin, lift up the guard,
polish your postcards from this resign reign.
Perform the steps, hide behind
that feverish toupee.
Big cat tamer, you're caught for good
between sharp teeth, contortionist.
Conflict judoka, tight rope walker
blown by what times claim.
You don't have to wait much long
until they pull the smoke out of your nose,
mornings they see your lungs
filled with something thick and morose.
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