Queens & Queers [ATTCK - The Mixes]

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released October 31, 2014

Musique composée, enregistrée, arrangée par Martin Bouchard / ou Attack Of The Microhone là où indiqué © 2007

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Track Name: Attack Of The Microphone - Party Monsters
Money, Success, Fame, Glamour.
Track Name: Attack Of The Microphone - Queens & Queers
"...sideways, sometimes, at night
I remember running out...
remember nights I slept...
16 fucking years ago..."

I'm lovin' this age of supermodels
supercandies and superfucks
when you cannot break what is already broken
everyday becomes a matter of luck.

Different eyes. Different ways.
Difference dies once you get laid.
This place could keep on slipping away
everything would taste just like ecstasy.

The close interstate
between Gods and Apes
of blood and of saints
I've lost a line in the scene
if you fall from good
'cause good is to be falling
of hearts and of spades
nothing in here is what it seems...

Make a ghost out of the machine
a plastic girl, a killer queer
the more you taste, the less it means
your lips touching the E.N.D.
Cut your fingers, cut your soul
dream a blacklight dream all alone
stay quiet down the hole
of losts and founds inverse the role

You're comin' here to find
you're livin' on borrowed time
and it's coming back around
without making a sound...

I'm lovin' this age of superboredom.
Track Name: LTQ. KTQ.
At the office
I’m a new commotion
A commercial space
Into their mind
Into their eyes
But my mouth could murmur
Some gentle sounds

Show me how you got there
Show me your little prayer

Said caution?
Ain’t no direction
I’m losin’ proportion
Need some concrete notions
Or I’ll abandon
See my lips ain’t no longer movin’
It’s my pills
It’s my daily
Reconstruction
How can I afford
Another ego loss,man

‘cause
I’m the blueprint
The blueprint of your system
I’m the virus
I’m the virus
The blackout
The weakling child
Bulletproof for a soldier

Bury me
In there beautiful garden
The stones
And the leaves that are fallin’

While I am waiting
I’m never complainin’

Ok
The circuits
The circuits
I’ve nothing to sell
I’ve blown up a fuse
And I ain’t got no more lights
No more lights
No more electronic teenage fury
No more hearts,
No more spades,
Loving the queer,
Killing the queen

I’m the virus
I’m the virus
The blackout
The weakling child
Bulletproof for a soldier

Bury me
In there beautiful garden
The stones
And the leaves that are fallin’

While I am waiting
I’m never complainin’

Okokokokokokokokokok
Everything’s alright

Is everything’s over ?

How have I got there ?

‘cause

While I am waiting
I’m never complainin’

How have I got there ?

ok