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Hello BITCHES
Half time
All around her
Sickened stares
Pick the moment
I'm there

Wearing war paint
Everything
She hates
They LOVE

Self-defender
Crossing lines
Ignores her anger
Her vitriol
Blush-stained hands
I'm there

She draws attention
Made-up eyes
MIRTHLESS smile
White LIES
Made you look
Flashing herself
White LIES


She hates
She LOVES
Everything
She hates
She hates to LOVE


She LOVES Everything
She HATES
She LOVES everything
They HATE

1.0
1.3 0.7 1.6

White Noise

EYES
I think you ought to see this better
INSIDE
It keeps me flowing like a letter

I could scream for all our sakes
So why can't we just kill this space
Arms right up and taking aim
Oh why can't we just
Kill this space
Kill this space

Scream WHITE NOISE
To hear outer my head
See WHITE NOISE distort
Forming my skin
SCREAM LOUDER
SCREAM LOUDER
Tune your cords
To sing the pink noise

I control
The frequency you're hearing
I control
Everything you're feeling

I could scream for all our sakes
So why can't we just kill this space
Arms right up and taking names
Oh why can't we just
Kill this space
Kill this space

Scream WHITE NOISE
To hear outer my head
See WHITE NOISE distort
Forming my skin
SCREAM LOUDER
SCREAM LOUDER
Pink noise:
Feel it's right in-between
Close your eyes
And feel my hot-pink noise

0.8 1.0

Scarlett

Her SCAR
Her super-SCAR
It shines
Like a velvet bruise
So RED
Her scarlet SCAR
Lights out
She opens her WRISTS

And all the other girls:
They wanna play
They wanna date
They wanna cry
They don't care much for her
Rusty nails and misspelt gods
and antiseptic.

She says she's gonna be
A surgeon now so
Cut me open, cut me open
She breaks my flesh
To bring attention now so
Cut me open, cut me open

Her SCAR
Her porno SCAR
Flash light
Camera's ready to use
So HOT
Her social SCAR
Blade says:
"I'm ready to fuck you"

She says she's gonna be
A surgeon now so
Cut me open, cut me open
She breaks my flesh
to bring attention now so
Cut me open, cut me open

And all the other girls:
They wanna play
They wanna date
They wanna cry
They don't care much for her
Rusty nails and misspelt gods
and antiseptic

I wanna hear you scream for our new idol. She wants to show you the beauty inside
And she screams real good, under my breath and I wanna hear you scream her name...

1.0 1.5

Going

Down

On a train
Outer space
Going home
But hey
He just wanna get laid
I said hey
He just wanna get laid

Walking home
He's in a car
I'll take a cab
On a bus
Anyhow
Anywhere
Walking backwards
Sleepy time
But hey
I'm walking down the street
And he calls
And he cries
He's outer space
I'm going home
And hey
He just wanna get laid
I'll hit you now, right now so
Please just do as I say

I'm gonna shoot you
Down down down
I wanna shoot you, baby
Down down down
I'm gonna shoot, shoot,
Shoot you down

See the stars
'Round your face
And my god
Is this fist
Looking backwards
What you ask for
Has a price
Cold as ice
Take the pain
I'll step you over
And hey
I walk away
Keep your arms and face down
Or I'll do it again

I'm gonna shoot you
Down down down
I wanna shoot you, baby
Down down down
I'm gonna shoot, shoot,
Shoot you down
I wanna see you going
Down down down
You're going down

0.7 0.9 1.5

Under My Skin

My Favourite Sin

I can choose whether to
Believe myself
But from the start
Everything's distorted anyhow
In my head

You're one of my sins
Feel me under my skin
A secret from my nails
Scratched deep in your soul
You're one of my sins
My favourite sin

I've heard this sound
Ringing in my ears
Haemorrhage starts slow
I'm so deprived
Even when I'm holding out
My hands
Don't go

You're one of my sins
My favourite sin
Feel me under my skin
Scratched deep in your soul
You're one of my sins
My favourite sin

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Apocrypha

You never learned
And I can't thank you
Fret for this moment
I dreamt of salt
and the heart you gave

You want me close
So stand out the fucking way
You want me far
So pull all the strands in my hair

You always burned
And I can't save you
Far from the motion
I dreamt of gas and cigarettes

Is this right?
I cannot say
Is this right?
I don't remember a thing

You want me close
So stand out the fucking way
You want me far
So pull all the strands in my hair

We're always dancing
Dancing
On the other side
Of this broken scene

I am ready
I was born ready

I always won
And it's not fair
Dream of your reasons
I'll dream of faith and apocrypha

Is this right?
I cannot say
Is this right?
I don't remember a thing

You want me close
So stand out the fucking way
You want me far
So pull all the strands in my hair

We're always dancing
Dancing
On the other side
Of this broken scene

I am ready
I was born ready

1.0 0.9 1.5

Home

Sound waves
I'm holding to precious self
The sound is not from this world
Playing uncertain chords
Against all the odds

But it feels like home
And it feels like...

Hold me
It's how I destroy myself
I drink the songs you choose
Reliving my former life
Two worlds apart so long

But it feels like home
And it feels like...

1.0 1.6

The Ones

We are the ones
Who stay awake
We are the ones
Who can't sleep at night
Awake again
I can't sleep
Awake again
Can't sleep

We are the ones
Who watch the days
We are the ones
Who wake the night
It's time to turn
Break free
It's time to turn
Break free

Fear your life again
Fear your life again

I am the one who
Fuels your craving
I am the one
You can't live without

It's time to turn
You can't sleep
It's time to turn
You can't sleep

Fear your life again
Fear your life again
Fear your life again
Fear your life again

0.8 1.0 1.2 1.5

Dead Town

Come to
My dead town
Dead girls
Dead boys
Play dead
Play dead

Just a little bit
Of Heaven
On the way to Hell
'Cause we're all so pretty
Never looked the same

Looks old
Feels worn
Release
Revive
Break down
Break out
Play down
Play dead

Just a little bit of Heaven
On the way to Hell
'Cause we're all so pretty
Never looked the same

What we're dealing with
Is dishonesty
It's takes a lot more
To get inside of me
And it's time to
Hold out integrity
What you got to say
My sweet enemy?

Just a little bit of Heaven
On the way to Hell
'Cause we're all so pretty
Never looked the same

1.0 1.2 1.6

That Binds Us

The Knife

I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it on time
You gotta bear with me
You gotta give me more time

If you give a reason
That I might not do
If you say the right words
I might follow you

I'm gonna make it
But I'll do it in my time

The knife that binds
The knife that bonds us

When you sing
When you fight
When you hold my breath
Put the gun in my mouth
I'll betray my life for you

We're now in stalemate
But you have captured my heart

If you never noticed
What I'd do for you
If you sing the right words
I might spare my life - for you

And you fear
And you hurt
And you call
The world to arms
And I want and I need
And you give

When I scream
When I cry
When I close your eyes
Put the gun in your mouth
You'd rather die

It's the trauma that bonds us
It's the knife that binds us

It's the trauma, you see
Can't you see?
Can't you see?

I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it on time
You gotta bear with me
You gotta give me more time

If you give a reason
That I might not do
If you say the right words
I might follow you

I'm gonna make it
But I'll do it in my time

When you sing
When you fight
When you hold my breath
Point the gun in my mouth
I'll betray
my life
I'd rather die

1.4 0.8 1.0 1.7 2.0

Long

Winter

Oh winter is coming once again
I can feel it in my bones
Brittle and aching from cold
I can tell you with my breath
Vapour is leaking from blue lips
Lonely and silent as my soul
Hoping there's more than nothing here
All I have to do is pretend

It goes on and on, again
Leaves are circling the trees
On and on and again
Freeze this long winter
On and on and again
Another circle ends
On and on and again
Another long winter

Oh winter is coming once again
The living will hibernate or sleep
I dream of sugar-coated fields
Reflecting a sun that once was mine
Rain will then wash me all away
And all the petals from the spring
Feels like it's never gonna come
All I have to do is pretend

It goes on and on and again
Leaves are circling the trees
On and on again
Freeze this long winter
On and on and again
Another circle ends
On and on and again
Another long winter

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Brasil

Outra tribo, outro hino
Vem de longe, chega perto
Alguns ficam, outros vão
Se misturam, se procriam
Uns trabalham, outros mandam
No Brasil

Papararara
O sol vai nascer
Aonde eu nasci
No Brasil

Outra tribo, outro hino
Vem de longe, chega perto
Alguns ficam, outros vão
Se misturam, se renovam
Uns trabalham, outros mandam
No Brasil

0.8 1.3

PLASTIQUE IS:
Anelise Kunz – Vocals
Fábio Couto – Guitars, bass, drum programming, backing vocals
Gabriel Ralls – Synthesis / sound design, drum programming, sequencing & arrangements, backing vocals


Produced, engineered and mixed by Gabriel Ralls
Mastered by Tom Baker
Art direction and design by Fábio Couto
Photography by Christian Baron


WE'D LIKE TO THANK:

Our families: Fernando, Alzira, Cris, Marco, Nando, Susi, Bubi, José, Rosemary, Aline, Cassiano, Dulce, Chris, Beth, Tom, Maddy and John; Tom Robinson, Gon Fernandez, Gerry Levens, Rafael Weiss, Marcos Espíndola, Godmode Podcast, Paulo Antunes, Kimberly-Marie Sklinar, Martin Tückermann, Lawrence Gill, Charles Heales, Tom Baker, Claudia Lagan, Sanjay Jagmohan, Dan and Rania Kim Birch, Ed Jasion, James Cox, Daniel and Ceyda Neilsen, Elodie Cruchon, Jessica Padkin, Hannah Peppiatt, Dom Bird, Leigh Phillips, Monika and John Roberts, Joseph Volcy, Lucy Ingram and Ashton Raze.


A MASSIVE THANKS TO:

Christian Baron, Bonnie Bones, Renan Fabio Rizzi, Janni Taudal, Lee Barrows, Teressa Wright, John Strine, Marc Robinson, Beth Webb, Aline Couto Travareli, Marcelo Dornelas, Rosemary Couto, Christiane Kunz, Matt Owens, Nick Sutton, Ben Howell, Claus Weihermann, Dean Whiting and everyone else who gave their time and money to help us. Without you, this album would not be possible.

All songs written by Plastique
Written and recorded August 2012 – July 2013, London, UK
℗ 2013 Overkill Media / Plastique
© 2013 Plastique
This work is made available under the terms of the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 License.http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ – Made in the E.U.

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