Niveau musique, on connaît désormais par cœur le style de Deluxe mais force est de constater que le groupe arrive à se renouveler et à proposer des mélodies toujours aussi sympathiques et des refrains entêtants. Concernant le nouvel album, toujours pas de titre ni de date précise : on reste sur l'idée du "courant juin 2019".
I wish you well and all / I wish you everything you deserve
A healthy appetite to swallow everything I serve
A sticky cold sore photobombs your insta-pic
Anal leakage on the weekend with your in-laws , Pah !
It’s sad to put your dog to sleep / Here’s a gift ‘cause talk is cheap
Comb to brush your hobbit feet
Maybe not though, just my little fantasy
All the chicks you meet end up being fans of me
Every day I seem to tickle out the mad in you Can’t live with, can’t live without the attitude Your freedom, my freedom is the death of we so morbidly too blind to see OH GIRLS OH BOYS / I JUST CAN’T DO GOOD BY YOU
Its off key, it’s empty it’s all wrong I had myself believe I was weak but I’m strong The pillow of his arms like the words of a song Remind me all along of the depth of the con And if you ain’t yet realized how little puppies get brutalized Sorry babe to shatter your illusions You seem to have a pattern of confusion Someday, far away from this place Maybe we should find us in a pocket of space New breeze in your hair, new sun on your face Shimmering shades of the ones we replaced Maybe then we’ll realize beneath the fluff was a steel knife How beautifully meaningless it’s all been You’ll make a pretty corpse up in my mausoleum
Every day I seem to tickle out the mad in you Can’t live with, can’t live without the attitude Your freedom, my freedom is the death of we so morbidly too blind to see OH GIRLS OH BOYS / I JUST CAN’T DO GOOD BY YOU
Its off key, it’s empty it’s all wrong I had myself believe I was weak but I’m strong The pillow of his arms like the words of a song Remind me all along of the depth of the con And if you ain’t yet realized how little puppies get brutalized Sorry babe to shatter your illusions You seem to have a pattern of confusion Someday, far away from this place Maybe we should find us in a pocket of space New breeze in your hair, new sun on your face Shimmering shades of the ones we replaced Maybe then we’ll realize beneath the fluff was a steel knife How beautifully meaningless it’s all been You’ll make a pretty corpse up in my mausoleum
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