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C'est la vie Lyrics


Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
In his final sound a gurgle and a cough
In his final words the pendulum wore off
Stepped off a building to find some concrete evidence
Concrete evidence that he'd ever make an impact
Fiction splattered into
Fiction splattered into fact, fact
And his fiction splattered into
Another sidewalk painting on display
Stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash
To make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water
Another lamb that chose the slaughter
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
And his final sound
Stepped off the platform and he briefly made
Yeah, he briefly made the news

It made the news and he made
The trains run fifteen minutes late, oh
Oh, what a price to pay
The trains were fifteen minutes late
Oh, what a price to pay
To be the author of your fate
The trains were fifteen minutes late
To be the author of your fate
The trains were fifteen minutes late
To be the author of your fate
C'est la vie
A drooling old bitch and a house full of lies
C'est la vie
The little things that kill you, make you glad to be alive
C'est la vie
Disease in your genes and ocean levels on the rise
C'est la vie
Sing a song of living, before everybody dies

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
2001-2005

Through a strange telepathic connection, Matt Howze met Kevin Litrow in 1999. It was a cold stormy night in California.
A few nights before, Kevin was seduced by pulsating repeating rythms in a dream. The words "brain beat" kept appearing in bright colors, which then would slowly transform into the words "body beat." He didn't wake up in a frenzy. Instead he awoke with the big question, "What the fuck does "body beat" mean?" The following day he was so weirded out he decided to go have his dreams interpreted by a dream specialist. When he arrived, there was a line with a 45 minute wait out the door.
He sat quietly, thinking about last night's rhythms wondering why they are effecting him. He then began to choke on cigarette smoke. The smoke came from a tall and slender gentleman across the room.
The gentleman was wearing a plain white shirt, with black slacks and ripped converse. He was trembling and smoking cigarette after cigarette. A concerned woman walked up to this man and asked him if he was alright. "I can't stop thinking about those drones," he said to the woman. "These repetative drones have been seducing my mind for the past five nights straight.
They're like bright colored lasers that keep shooting at my head and I fight these drones by hitting them like a drum." After hearing this Kevin knew he had to confront this gentleman. He walked over and introduced himself and learned that this gentleman's name was Matt Howze.
They conversed about music, dreams, drones, rhythms, oscillations, keyboards, gutars and bands. They both decided that the line was a waste of time and left to go get coffee.

Kevin Litrow: keyboards, guitars, loop pedals, vocals

Matt Howze: drums, trashcans, digital pads, keyboards Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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