Subjectivity
by Lux Continuum
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Object
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Like a Firebomb
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Mundane Affairs
03:56
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Motion
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credits
released 21 December 2012
Band
David Oudom Chrun - Lead Voice, Lyrics
Charles-Alexandre Durand - Soundscapes and Designs
Benoit Tremblay-Roy - Bass, Acoustic guitar
Collab
Joseph Cadieux - Cover Art
Antoine Nadon - Mixing & Mastering
Band
David Oudom Chrun - Lead Voice, Lyrics
Charles-Alexandre Durand - Soundscapes and Designs
Benoit Tremblay-Roy - Bass, Acoustic guitar
Collab
Joseph Cadieux - Cover Art
Antoine Nadon - Mixing & Mastering
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discography
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Apr 2013 -
Dec 2012 -
Aug 2012
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- Track Name: Object
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Ya ok!
Lasers
the lux behaving,
Im giving real ironical,
The metaphysical
My precision is clinical
The meaning is difficult
Codes aren’t meant to be decrytpable
Now Despicable me,
To be or not to be
Shakespeare can’t mess with me
Cause this ain’t epistemology
It’s phenomenology
Leak of the dasein
No duality on my mind
Soundscapes and designs
uh!
The initial reactivity
of my transcendental activities
Dividing unity
Into fluid movements
Influence in the groove and
Stand in my shoes man
Feel my substance
I don’t talk to pretend
I Got my stance
Ain’t glooming,
I’m just cooling
Just fooling, just cruising
You may say I’m conspicuous,
I’m rather meticulous
In fact some say
I’m pretty pretty ridiculous
You gotta admit
this is meaningful
rap is a foolish way of me
expressing
My feelings yo
The miracle
In this era of the skeptical
A step to fold
Holding in the cold the codes of Kurt Godel
Incomplete
got us all
I'm Giving real ironical
What you know I ain’t feeling clinical
My precision’s metaphysical
The lack of the mind
You shouldn't mind it
Mind this
I’m giving it mindless
My words are absurd
Fake is on my nerves
Please Observe
Defining madness
Defying falseness
You've got to understand
Cause to effect
Cause
My ideas
Are bringing the connects
nah
I give it freestyle
don't you know
No please don't cry child
here I go real real wild
I keep it up my flow
What you know I keep it close
cause I need a litlle dose
of this lux the flux
cause some ears need a little soap
I got the subject of my object
the concept of my conscience
infinity is my common sens
negativity is an activity
that brings consequence
but lux is my finality
Ignorance a fatality
This is my reality
My rhythm is arithmetic
precise metric
Physical
Body’s chemical
Mind’s metaphysical
if ya hear this be
analytical
cynical
im going crazy
real lyrical
my words are invisible
the meaning is difficult
to be or not to be epistemology
Shakespeare don’t mess with me
Simply duality
Up tend’s to be down
noun for noun
round for round
pound for pound
clown of the paradox
ya just heard the
flux of the lux come on!. - Track Name: Like a Firebomb
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Yeah come on!
crazy action
continuing this continuum
Now feel the relations,
the hype equations
the lack of negation
ethical ovations what!
partying with innovation
Bringing back lyrical content,
cause I hear plenty of nonesense
constant
detect
ill faded well medicated
Please don't be evasive
with my paradoxal statements
masquerade in the form
but aint afraid to informe
in fact
this is my platform homie,
Now im’a work it out,
Like a firebomb
press the alarm
Like a firebomb,
going back in limbo
trusting the recording
let bring this back in limbo
let the wind blow
let your brain go
this is real flow
and press the alarm
what's up with all this stunting
whats the refund of fronting
none
you think about income
not cash but wisdom
grasp the symptoms
understand the different paths
establishing kingdoms
kicking the stereotype
lux's a prototype
clash of classes
control of masses
crazy electricity
What
We're on another dimension
did I forget to mention
vintage heritage
this is breakage of the radio
braggadocio in audio
so we're luxing fluxing the radio
here in the studio
im trusting the recording
and bringing you back in limbo
let your brain glow
let the wind blow
this is real flow come on!!
like a firebomb
press the alarm,
like a firebomb going back in limbo
trusting the recording,
bringing you back in limbo
let your brain know this is real flow
now press the alarm,
And I open your mind like a firebomb!
Hopeless
why try to save the world
when people couldn't care less
i'm impress with the refusal of believing
cause that itself is pleading
to not seek
please listen
i'm not talking about mystique
I speak geek but
not chic
just wanna tweak
your mind out of the physique
sweep the streets
beat of the critique
what
Now why try to save the world
when people couldn't care less
i'm impress with the refusal of believing
cause that itself is pleading
to not seek
please listen
i'm not talking about mystique
I speak geek but
not chic
just wanna tweak
your mind out of the physique
sweep the streets
beat of the critique
what
clash of classes
control of masses
crazy electricity - Track Name: Mundane Affairs
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Tilting left and right
Just living my life
Drifting in light
to
Another night
of
Judgements
At first sight
But it’s alright
It’s fair and square
I’ll bear the pain
I don’t care
We’re all to blame
For these mundane affairs Nah!
Worthless fame
I stop and stare
Plenty of crop copy and paste,
Clearly a
Lack of taste
Eccentric based
Impressions of authentic
Symptoms of the egocentric
Excess, unless you think ya Hendrix Nah!
I’d rather progress
Than being stuck here to impress
with your bulletproof vest
I keep being absentminded
Dividing into the night
Like stars real bright
It sparkles so nice
The shine of the vice
Cultivating dementia
Change of dimension
No need of media attention
Keep bopping to these instrumental
Flair and tension
Feel the intension of my extension
I’m crazy bored at this party,
They’re having fun
But It’s retarded no
True stuff is disregarded
Why am I here
why am I here
and why am I here
Oh yeah
I wanted…
Funny how old friends became acquaintances,
Tainted, My Patience just faded,
Fainted, medication is in vain
But my life needs to be painted
By this purple hazing
Taste it
Don’t want to waste it
It would be degrading
Don’t want to be copied and pasted
Se they keep going to the party,
Still boring ya
Its retarded
True stuff is disregarded
Why am I here
Oh yeah
I wanted… - Track Name: Motion
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What if the dead could talk
would they be happy for what they fought
would they think it evolved
that's the riddle has beeen solved
That their problems
have been resolved
little did they know it was the beginning of it all
falling leaves
dead trees
it's earth's last call
Pure panic moneyholders
are going ecstatic
static resolutions
didn't come
it's done
sun's gone
Didn't want to see the face of the ocean
so mothernature stopped it's motion
We didn't know it had emotions
We were indulging
dodging for money our logic
Hopeless
why try to save the world
when people couldn't care less
i'm impress with the refusal of believing
cause that itself is pleading
to not seek
please listen
i'm not talking about mystique
I speak geek but
not chic
just wanna tweak
your mind out of the physique
sweep the streets
beat of the critique
what
breaking the stereotypes
lux a prototype
no promo for the hype
cause dark recognizes lights
it's my last start
of this continuum
gotta find equilibrium
cause i'm opposed
by this suppositions
composed of juxtapositions
of stereotypes
i'm the prototype
against hype and ghetto
echoes of plato
in the cave or in the night
in the day or in the night
no ethical convention
but a lot of inventions of right.
here I go with all my might
fight with or on the mic
D.O.C son
What if the dead could talk
would they be happy for what they fought
would they think it evolved
that's the riddle has beeen solved
That their problems
have been resolved
little did they know it was the beginning of it all
Pure panic moneyholders
are going ecstatic
static resolutions
didn't come
it's done
sun's gone
Didn't want to see the face of the ocean
so mothernature stopped it's motion
We didn't know it had emotions
We were indulging
dodging for money our logice
What if the dead could talk
would they be happy for what they fought
would they think it evolved
that's the riddle has beeen solved
That their problems
have been resolved
little did they know it was the beginning of it all
Pure panic moneyholders
are going ecstatic
static resolutions
didn't come
it's done
sun's gone
Didn't want to see the face of the ocean
so mothernature stopped it's motion
We didn't know it had emotions
We were indulging
dodging for money our logic
What if the dead could talk
would they be happy for what they fought
would they think it evolved
that's the riddle has beeen solved
That their problems
have been resolved
little did they know it was the beginning of it all
it's my last start
of this continuum
gotta find equilibrium
cause i'm opposed
by this suppositions
composed of juxtapositions
of stereotypes
i'm the prototype
against hype and ghetto
echoes of plato
in the cave or in the night
in the day or in the night
no ethical convention
but a lot of inventions of right.
Pure panic moneyholders
are going ecstatic
static resolutions
didn't come
it's done
sun's gone
Didn't want to see the face of the ocean
so mothernature stopped it's motion
We didn't know it had emotions
We were indulging
dodging for money our logic
