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PopChoppers

by PopChoppers

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    Our debut album! The genesis and manifesto of Soultronic! In the format of your choice!
    Thank you for supporting us and buying our music!!

    This first effort is mainly Electro- and Trip-hop-centric, with soul, jazz, rock, funk and industrial influences throughout!
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      $10 USD

     

1.
Transient Aural Cycles An Angelic voice An angelic voice in my ear (2x) A cricket in the basement Children sleeping upstairs The night growls silently An annoying hum Strange noises now Distant happiness Growing rhythm It breaks down, down More silence Eerie thrill
2.
My mouth is dripping in the sink Perceptions altered by stains of inks All languages take a liquid form I drink your words and spit out the norm My lungs drown in cigar smoke It joins with the fluids, slowly I choke Bubbles slither down my trachea An absence of breath, asphyxia I spit foamy bile as I see The tendrlls of desire penetrate me I break down in convulsions of bliss As we merge into a single entity I shall breath never more
3.
Are you awake while you should sleep? Can you barely distinguish the reality? From the repressed desires of your overloaded unconsious mind? Métro, boulot, dodo
4.
Always waking up trapped in the same dream No escape from this half-life, tearing up at the seams A jagged tremor cuts me, I can’t hold back the screams I’m a victim of my mind’s most horrendous scheme It was a Nightmare! Ain’t no switching channels, there ain’t no way out! My body’s now dismantled, un-dead remains thrash about! No hope for salvation… It’s too late for absolution! Phantasmagoric retribution! It’s now time for my execution! It was a Nightmare!
5.
see Transient Aural Cycles
6.
Chronique d’une douleur qui me gêne, Gène que je n’ai pas hérité Témoignage d’un dialogue qui se disloque Location d’un corps sans garantie Itami… Itamidome Viens dans la danse des éclopés, Des déchirés, des déglingués, des écorchés Entre dans la transe d’une cadence sans incidence La tête penchée, le dos courbé, les genoux pliés, Épaules barrées, les mains levées Panique, un état pathogène Généralisé dans mon entité Terrible sera mon manque Quand le mouvement deviendra mon ennemi
7.
My hands are clean, perfectly clean As I see my reflection in the mirror I'm thinking how grateful I am Having the chance of helping all those people Each of us once in a while need a helping hand Run for your life little boy She will suck it out and leave you For another pray to subdue Is one night worth the pain she’ll cause you Once she spots you know you’re done for If she grips you have to follow Is it charme of fear that brings you In her panthouse she dominates you I woke up the next morning Feeling sore as hell My head is free, totally free When I plan my underground adventures I let my instincts take the lead And forget about the woman they want me to be My duality is real, cruel but real When I have to get rid of my guest Every single morning I don’t feet guilty nor sorry But ready for another day at the pharmacy "How can I hep you?" "I think I've got exactly what you need!"
8.
"Bad mama funk" Wants to rule your life "Bad mama... they call me" Has got you hypnotised "Bad mama funk" Penetrated your thighs "They call me bad mama" Will take away your pride! They call me Bad Mama Funk! They call me Bad Mama Funk! (They used to call me Bad Mama Funk) "Je suis bad mama funk" Livened up your soul "Bad mama ouiiiiiiii!" Made you dance through your soles "They call me bad mama" Spun you out of control "I’m so bad mama funk, ah!" Has consumed your being whole "Je suis bad mama funk" Work that bump into a grind "Ah ouiiiii, I’m so funky!" Moving into space and time "They call me bad mama" Infectious grooves and sultry rhymes "I’m so bad, ah oui! Ha ha ha ha ha…" Will straight out blow your mind
9.
Maman déploie ses cheveux gris Masque les canevas colorés Elle change le climat, je rentre chez moi À bas le jour et vive la nuit Au delà de son éclat Elle cache quelques insomnies Transfigurons son ennui En nuits blanches extravagantes Deux, trois bouffées de sa chaleur Feront fondre en amas ses soucis Elle a trempée tous les quartiers Piétonnons pour les dessécher Elle recharge ses batteries Sur les festivals, maman pédale Retour d’âge, look revampé Elle numérise la nouveauté Même si tu t’imposes Tu ne m’indisposes pas Ton cœur est en osmose Avec nos millions de voix De grandes métamorphoses S’opèrent mais tu n’ perdras pas Ta vision qui se dépose Fusionne les genres chaque fois La dent sucrée aura poussée Un frisson séchera ses fruits Vue ajustée au salon des métiers Sans artifices j’glisse dans mon terrier Parfaire ma culture, un brin d’lecture Une autre année s’est écoulée Une réalité, un déjà vu Ma mère ressemble à Montréal
10.
Divaguer 04:07
Divaguer entre chair et lucidité Entrainée malgré moi, dans le néant avec toi Enfiévrée ou désabusée Dans cette symétrie qui cimente mes pieds Et mes yeux désireux sur ta bouche dessiner Un son de légèreté Qui doucement et fébrilement portée Que mon corps désuni s’effondre Et exulte une brûlante larme Que je goute et dès lors Fait rembobiner le mécanisme du jeu Qui me semble sans issus

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Produced in Logic Pro 8 and entirely remixed in Ableton Live 8!!!
All visual elements by Julie Verfaillie

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released July 16, 2010

Production & Arrangements : Julie Verfallie & David De Garie-Lamanque

Mixing & Sound Engineering : David De Garie-Lamanque

Artwork : Julie Verfaillie

Mastering : Yann Faussurier

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