12” Vinyl (limited to 55) , reversible cover, hand numbered , including a cd version of the EP + d/l code + insert (interview + lyrics printed on three different colours paper) all this inserted in a PVC sleeve (180 microns)
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lyrics
The Monk's Monkey Mask
Mary let’s call her Mary she’s shy
Her lips are too chilled to prattle in the wind
Words are still, how could she ask :
« Dude what are you hiding behind your monkey mask »?
Emily’s not a monkey but she tries
to climb in the trees, queen of the canopy
She yells at me from far above
Is it her or a cloud screaming « your so alone » ?
Are you ill girls, trying to convince me
to dance naked under this crazy rain
of shit
Are you sick girls, splashing me with water when
my liquid confidence’s drowning by the rain
If you’re right, and girls you may be right, but i don’t need the love of someone for so long
If you’re right, and no you can’t be wrong cause there’s always some loving inside my eyes
Mary and Emily can try
Everything to convince, the baby monk sleeping inside me
And tomorrow in my bed, so cold and empty
Someone else
Are you ill girls, trying to convince me
to dance naked under this crazy rain
of shit
Are you sick girls, splashing me with water when
my liquid confidence’s drowning by the rain
If you’re right, and girls you may be right, but i don’t need the love of someone for so long
If you’re right, and no you can’t be wrong cause there’s always some loving inside my eyes