Eat Your Make Up

by Le Garçon Rêvé

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"Un disco brumoso y nocturno, enemigo de la urgencia, producto de la maduración de sus creadores"
(Eduardo Guillot - URBAN, Cartelera de ocio y cultura - 13.04.17)

"De los mejores hacedores de canciones de Valencia" (Redacción Atómica)

"La clase es algo que -desde luego- no se negocia." (El blog de Carlos Pérez de Ziriza - 19.04.17)

"El duo franco-argentino afincado en Valencia goza de crear en sus composiciones una cierta ambientación poética con toques románticos donde la influencia de la chanson francesa predomina en muchos de sus temas." (Agenda Urbana)

"A roughly thirty seven minutes, nine track album, which quietly and confidently steps from the speakers as Le Garçon Rêvé deliver a soundtrack steeped in adroitly handled acoustic guitar." (Emerging Indie Bands - blog)

"Pop refinado, elegante, con clase, canciones cargadas de pasión, anhelos, sexo ..., nueve canciones excepcionales en "Eat Your Make Up"" (El Barrejat)

"...nos acercaremos a elegantes atmósferas melancólicas, a unos arreglos que proporcionan una misteriosa intensidad y, seguramente, nos acordaremos de la chanson francesa, de crooners o de nombres como Lloyd Cole, Pale Fountains, Radiohead, Richard Hawley, Blue Nile, Mercury Rev, Nick Cave,..." (Espacio Woody/Jagger)

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released February 14, 2017

Le Garçon Rêvé son:

John Martínez (Voz y letras)
Diego Summo (Guitarra eléctrica, acústica, bajo, sintetizadores, teclados & loops)

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Grabado, mezclado y masterizado en los estudios Pares o Nones de Mislata (Valencia) entre los meses de Diciembre de 2015 y Junio de 2015.

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Todas las canciones compuestas por John Martínez (Letra) - Diego Summo (Música).

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Músicos Invitados:
José Luis Granados: Saxo en "Last Edition of Love" / "Ode à mes nuits".
Francisco Roldán Botella: Viola en "Minimal Life" / "Pensées Étranglées" / "Saturnian Plan".
Paulo Santos: Percusión en "My MILF Moment".

Producido por Abra Pares O Nones y Le Garçon Rêvé.

Agradecimientos: Abra y Dani (Pares O Nones Records), Sokolov, Iniciativa Dáhlia, Assad Kassab, Marcelo Summo, Rohan Thapa, Dulce + Tim, Olivia Victoria Summo, Juanan Ramos Ferrer, Paulo Santos, Marian Dames, Mário Ferreira + Rebecca Amar (Boémia Vadia) y Miguel Ángel Mengó Lloret.

Foto de Portada : Rohan Thapa.
Diseño: Assad Kassab.

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John Martínez (singing+words) & Diego Summo (guitar+music)

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Track Name: Insanity Baby
Insanity baby, let me bore you then leave me
Vulnerable lady, awkward beside me

Stuck in this damn rat race, it seems, eternally.
OD'd on misery or was that reality?
While people on trains seeking their brains

What a joy, what a joy, what a joy to be out of it now
What a joy, what a joy, what a joy to get away from it now

Insanity baby, let me bore you then leave me
Vulnerable lady, awkward beside me

My doctor tells me to act with my heart
but I'm so used to hypocrisy
Though the answer to it all could be
a kid calling you pa

What a joy, what a joy, what a joy to be out of it now
What a joy, what a joy, what a joy to get away from it now

Insanity baby, let me bore you then leave me
Vulnerable lady, awkward beside me
Track Name: My MILF Moment
Darling, let's go back in time
Once I had space for regret
Fooling around and in debt
24 square meters, it's all sweat

I'm free, when I'm out of it and your pussy's wet
So free, when I'm out of it and your pussy's wet

Your first name's envy, your second's desire
Yes, I've come to admit, I only think with my dick
My first love can't get over it

I'm free, when I'm out of it and your pussy's wet
So free, when I'm out of it and your pussy's wet

I'm free, when I'm out of it and your pussy's wet
So free, when I'm out of it and your pussy's wet...
Track Name: Minimal Life
Laziness made you boring and guilty
Now forever escaping the shadow of self-doubt
Are you really that puzzled, you little swine?

This minimal life, retired before time.
This minimal life, retired before time.

Thrown into this world, unable to decline
So you create your own strange-eyed constellations
And Christ gazing downward, grieving or bleeding
says: “Heal me if you can”

This minimal life, retired before time.
This minimal life, retired before time.
Track Name: Last Edition of Love
Are you planning to ruin the evening?
To be brutally honest, I'd rather be out there shagging.
I barely put a foot home and I'm immediately assaulted.
A cosy evening, such a peculiar concept.

When there's no solution between the sheets,
so much delusion between the sheets.

The blurred vision of a healing process.
The poisoned bottle to contain the sadness.
Malcolm Lowry to clarify the nonsense.
Throw out my clothes and we can start the bleeding.

When there's no solution between the sheets,
so much delusion between the sheets.

When there's no solution between the sheets,
so much delusion between the sheets.
Track Name: Pensées Étranglées
Des années de contemplation, je l'assume, j'en suis conscient.
Maintenant, du lundi au vendredi, la corde au cou.
Logorrhées verbales incessantes.
Comment en suis-je arrivé là ?
J'ai bien deux ou trois amis autistes, curieusement.
Et puis y a ce blues de périphérie qui m'habite, ce blues de périphérie qui m'habite.

Le monde adulte frappe à ma porte.
Le monde adulte, je ne réponds plus.
Le monde adulte frappe à ma porte.
Le monde adulte, je ne réponds plus.

Formation chômeur de longue durée, aide à l'embauche, aide à l'immobilité, errance comateuse permanente.
Faite vos jeux car rien ne va. Faites vos jeux !
Inconstant, fumiste, retraité avant l'heure.
La télévision mais sans le son, ce défilé d'images muettes me détend.
A 20h30, le dandy négligé sort ses poubelles et laisse sa rage au vestiaire.

Le monde adulte frappe à ma porte.
Le monde adulte, je ne réponds plus.
Le monde adulte frappe à ma porte.
Le monde adulte, je ne réponds plus.

Laissez-moi en paix avec mes pensées étranglées.
Laissez-moi en paix avec mes pensées étranglées.
Laissez-moi en paix avec mes pensées étranglées...
Track Name: Saturnian Plan
A disenchanted heart unmaking plans,
dreaming bohemia on the left banke.
The loveless adult always on his knees,
howling, wanking.

Running around. Living inside, outside of the comfort zone.
Roaming around. All hail to the slaves of the underground.

All this talk of growing old and I could hardly define maturity.
This body of indiscipline is still looking for a home.
Come take me, I'm so horny!

Running around, living inside, outside of the comfort zone.
Roaming around, all hail to the slaves of the underground.

What a bitter scene! (x4)

At all time, keep swimming, swimming, swimming...
With the underdog, keep swimming, swimming, ...

Left my bitter schemes in Willesden Green. (x4)

At all time, keep swimming, swimming, swimming...
With the underdog, keep swimming, swimming, ...
Track Name: Soft-hearted Lolitas, Shuffling Kisses and Trinkets
I'm pissed and I'm trembling
18 and experimenting
Diary of a hedonist
Bare beginnings
Don't want no crown, don't want no shit
The Martini I recall, dear Clara
Beautiful pose, beautiful skin

Soft-hearted Lolitas, Shuffling Kisses and Trinkets (x2)

The tourist woke up at dawn
Unpacking mundanity, dull faces nodding
Arrive in style or don't arrive
I see my old man with his pot of piss in one hand
At this critical stage, the only truth, banker=fucker

Soft-hearted Lolitas, Shuffling Kisses and Trinkets (x2)

Why choose irony? I'd rather abuse the agony
You got to get it wrong to get it right
No dialogue with cunts


Soft-hearted Lolitas, Shuffling Kisses and Trinkets (x2)
Track Name: Mr. Emotional
He wanted another routine, where's the man who manufactures dreams?
Burned petals lost in love streams, are we still in danger?

Deborah, please don't hurry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.

Beneath muted kisses, we all seek an arrangement, reinventing our past.
Friends blanked out on a bed of melancholy. ovarian tissue, apathy.

Sylvia, please don't worry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.
Paloma, please don't hurry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean and love as one.

Oprah, please don't worry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.
Fatima, please don't hurry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.

As the night falls, Mr. Emotional contemplates his options, cooking-up his homemade truths. A pack of lies, buddy, a pack of lies.
Track Name: Ode à Mes Nuits (Feat. Rebecca Amar)
To bleed or not to bleed, c'est notre quotidien chéri.
Ta queue entre les jambes, c'est ta boussole.
Tu me suis sur ce pont qui va des pieds aux fesses et tu as bien raison.

L'amoureux, mi amante, this lover.
De fureur et de bruit, ode à mes nuits.

Comme un toutou, tu coures, tu me coures après.
Tu t'attardes et tu tangues.
Tu laisses couler de ton calice une saveur nommée délice.
Agrippe-toi à moi, agrippe-toi à moi.

L'amoureux, mi amante, this lover.
De fureur et de bruit, ode à mes nuits.

J'ai passé une nuit agréable rue des Canettes.
Tintamarre habituel de personnes légèrement ivres.
Chez Georges, Bix, Eddie et Salvatore m'attendent au zinc.
Tous les âges se côtoient, des trentenaires s'apitoyent.
Quelques verres nous séparent.
Je pense à toi ma puce et j'ai la gaule illico.
Je ne lutte plus contre ma nature.
C'est comme ça, je m'abandonne.
Quelques scories dénaturent ma poésie.
Quelques scories dénaturent ma poésie.
Je pense à toi ma puce.