.Film Noir.

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released August 8, 2006

Composé, enregistré, arrangé et matricé par François Turcotte & Martin Bouchard © 2006

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Track Name: Rendez-Vous en Noir
I'm all alone and far away
See, I wear sunglasses at night
A Falling star, a modern day
By the corner of my eye
A blurry crowd, a shapeless love
God knows how I like to hide
A serious smile by ricochet
Tonight, I'm on your side...

Old fashion days have come
We're in the middle of a day-to-day flick show (dalily flick show)
I'll draw your portait on my spine
While you portray mine on your barestripped bones

I'm so gone, and far away
and I wear sunglasses at night
A sleeping pill, a chemical wedding
On the corner of my life
A jaded actor, a cosmic fame
The Universe is oh so wide!
Au Cabaret des Rendez-Vous en Noir
Tonight, I'm on your side...

Old fashion days have come
We're in the middle of a day-to-day flick show (dalily flick show)
I'll draw your portait on my spine
While you portray mine on your barestripped bones

With you the wind is coming faster then it's blowing
My bad hair cut day is so and so everlasting
I'm rising my middlefingers for romance
As I'll never get the chance of seeing you again
Au Cabaret des Rendez-Vous en Noir,
We're only one night stands!

Au Cabaret des Rendez-Vous en Noir
Track Name: "Ivy, the Flood is to Cover Us"
No remorse / Dead matter
Embrace the images of rain
October's hollowness
The cutting edges of a shape
Kiss my brand new dogma
and its endless shades of grey
The smile of Mona Lisa
disappearing from the frame
Dope for all the mankind
A tombstone wishes fame
Hope for tomorrow
to taste better than today

I had the future written
in the palm of my hand
I never thought of madness
but a mad man now I am
The scars of a genuine infection
the future goes down the drain
No control
Out of the hole
Every man a god down the barrel of a gun

God is watching by
the corner of his eye
no one here knows why
and when is going to die

Cold water / Dark flood
Dandelions underground
Spill your poison all over
It's a whisper in the crowd
A walk across the Garden
A long time forgotten
Ivy,... Mother...dead flowers... is that what we deserve ?

I had the future written
in the palm of my hand
I never thought of madness
but a mad man now I am
Draw a spade from my heart
Until death do us apart
I hope you've had your fun...

Every man a god down the barrel of a gun.