Artifice Paradis

from by Seydina



It's been a long time ago I didn't do that
She was nice talking, flicks and bad guy
She showed me things like nobody did
Before there was an early wired for foreign, wild and rock'n'roll
I'm gonna tell you a story about that baby

Nasty style and high and shit. Oh Lord I didn't plan going that way
And now all my story's stuck in my knee misery life
And every night shits going the same way
The same way
Everytime in the same way (Every summer)
The same way
In the same way, alone in my bed in the same way

[Vision of a dream]

C'est pas seulement un label tu vois, c'est pas un groupe,
C'est plus que ça. On pourrait dire que c'est un mouvement tu vois
We independent men

Every cloth looks the same
Every face looks the same
Every shoes looks the same
Every phone looks the same
Every stone looks the same
Every fool looks the same
Every news looks the same
Every dream looks the same
Everyday looks the same
Everynight looks the same
Everyday looks the same
Everynight looks the same

I blent doves cause my mind.
Every covert dream is a real avert, tee down. I spent my life.
Thud lovers, grind dreaming, I spay love tripping.
Every scrimmage sounds same. Love, hovels, down, devil.
I'd biff without wake up, a shove lawn lovers.
I need love, you, and person love negus. I spent my life.
Hover, dreaming, high, tripping ("it's a every looking memory's life")
Ow if I sound tsarist ("alright")
Love photos and videos ("It's a look-alike")
Hoe, chav, love, save us. I spend time dreaming.
Oh love down, Nefik. Oh lord down, alone.
And spent, lay on my bed, I fall down dreaming.
And you are sipping, I spun love, dreaming.

Everytime is a same summer, every street looked same.
In place of nineteen district, Paris Oh.
Place des Fêtes, all in love, all in the strobe Place des Fêtes.
Every street looked the same.
In my birthday, every birthday looked the same.
In my souvenirs he's a same memory.
In my dreams he's a love picture.
In my hubbers I love everynight.
He's a pusher on my sleeping mind.
I'd love to future be better.
For my mother, Papa, I would promise I did better.
I love summers because I can dream at night.
He's a span, dime on the street down. On the street down.
Rue Mouzaia, Rue Docteur Potain, Rue Manin.
All away dreaming l'enfant rêveur au coin de la classe.
Tout seul près du chauffage. Et tous ces paysages.
Devant la glace. Et tous ces paysages.

The plant, Oh well the plant.
The plant makes you dream when reality don't love you.
Everything feels heaven, just for a moment.
By the time the eyes turn red and the chase for excitment begins.
I'm quiting slowly, my daily routine, for a everywhere trip.
That's why, that's why everynight I go to find Artifice Paradis.

To find Artifice Paradis (x7)


from Serie Noire, track released August 13, 2015
Produced By Seydina Issa
Written & Performed By Seydina Issa
Mixed By Seydina Issa
Backing Chorus Vocal By Mathilde Liberté Le Petit
Interlude Vocal By LeVinko
Artwork By Seydina Issa

Contains sample from Banda Los Hijos De La Niña Luz - Déjala Corre



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