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A Vice Supreme

by Eastern Trade

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1.
Every move she made, every breath was yes I knew she was mine, she had to be mine Born in a hit song Got my hands on her head, the world on my shoulders She’s on her knees Got my hands on her head, the world on my shoulders Sucking on my toes Born in a hit song
2.
If you won't come to bed Then at least come (round) To your senses If the walk's dark ahead Then it maybe can be sped By laying low Your defences The night no longer young All roomates have gone Step over this mere frontier And into my arms You can keep on your jeans You can do as you please But please, keep me warm Though the covers are scarce I could not care less As you caress me Here, In my home.
3.
Next In Line 02:49
OK, so maybe he's not (yet) mine – that's okay ; there's still plenty of time - least he forget my wild bet (of a soft breast pressed) on his body, laced firm against mine to remind him I'm next in line.
4.
Time 4 Us 03:21
If the sun Doesn't come I won't wait for him any longer There is always time for us If the sum Doesn't come I have a plague for him and all his villagers There is always time for us If the sun Crashes into me With the full force of an atom bomb I won't budge There is always time for us If it's love Flashing lights at me With the face of my own worst enemy I won't run There is always time for us If the fun Hasn't gone I will stick around a little longer There is always time for us If by one, I'm still around You can't kick me out no matter what There is always time for us If their guns One by one Take care of each an every last one of us I won't budge There is always time for us If it's love Flashing lights at me With the fist of my own worst enemy I won't run There is always time for us
5.
Come Close 01:25
There are bruises all over you A teenage diary in black and blue From your ankles to your shoulders A tale of hugs and drugs and wasted hours If you want to get over it, If you want me to know How the fuck you got here You’ve got to let me come close
6.
My days are my bad dreams Everything seems to cripple me It's a feeling I didn't recognize A cold face from another life How it all came back to me A memory – lost in time How someone remembered A borrowed word That once was mine My days are my bad dreams Everything seems misplaced to me It's like coming home to my room And finding someone had searched it
7.
Crime Scene 03:03
I'm a crime scene Don't cross me baby You'll hope to die I swear Her name was Faustine Only eighteen In 2-0-1-2, I was there The door ahead is open wide Beware - but don't be afraid Be prepared for anything And expect nothingness Back at the crime scene Don't touch me baby Cross my heart and hope to die Walk through the bodies And through what they mean If you dare, my friend
8.
My coat is dripping wet Your summer dress is gone Shoes and all My hips under your weight Your white teeth shining in the morning sun She’s not like you And I’m not used to being used to not being She’s not like you And I’m not used to being used to not being Your night time delight Your summer dress dripping wet She’s not like you And I’m not used to being used to not being My coat is dripping wet Your summer dress is gone Shoes and all Your legs around my neck You steal my breath my hand bangs on a wall And I’m not used to being used to being here Without you here too
9.
The Product 03:59
I’m the product Of your intellect chasing emptiness reflecting on itself Of your obsessions and your disbelief in your old teachers Of your restlessness in your search for patterns in the universe Of your primal fear, your wish to die and your will to live I’m the product of love I’m the product of pain The product of every time you failed I’m the product of you being yourself A better version of your former self I’m the product Of the time you spent in a dark dark place holding your mental breath Of the attention you paid to details when you made your plans Of your selflessness and your sacrifices and all the rest Of your hopes and dreams and the wisdom to know they’re not what they seem
10.
You hide your story under long sleeves But it won’t make it less real Just know you’ve got no one left to fight Forget the boy and his switchblade knife If you wanna get over it If you want me to show How to help the wound heal You’ve got to let me come close
11.
No skin deep love is enough to fill up My bottomless heart My restless heart My barely-making-it-to-the-end-of-the-day heart I’ve tried it before and I’ll try it again I know of every touch every smell every taste Your body has to offer But your mind is what I’m after Can’t fall in love with a secret Can’t connect with body parts If what you see is what you get I don’t get it You wanted it slow, I took it slow Looking back I was wrong from the get go I spoke the wrong language, you didn’t pay attention Caught in expectations we thought the other had I’ve tried it before and I’ll try it again I know of every touch every smell every taste Your body has to offer But your mind is the true wonder
12.
Stop Drop 02:34
You’re always gonna see him Dancing on his own Shaking his feet to the odd beat Of a forgotten song You’re always gonna hear him Knocking on your door With both of your hands on your ears you pretend Not to hear his call You’re always gonna find him Walking by your side When you know where you’re going but Can’t remember why Stop drop and lay down a while When you wake up When you fall down When what’s left Doesn’t feel right

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released May 11, 2019

Sacha Bohluly : guitar, vocals
Simon Arduin : drums, keyboards, backup vocals
Jesse James Rosquin : recording, mixing, mastering, backup vocals
Spung : keyboards
Stéphane Dubromel : photography
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Studio Apollon 13

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Eastern Trade Lille, France

Picture Iggy's twenty-year-old son pounding a minimalistic drum kit and screaming backing vocals in a duet-cum-band fronted by a silver-haired left-handed, grunge-riffing Jim Morrisson, singing somewhere between Iggy Snr, Bowie and Nick Cave.

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