Special Limited Edition Best Of The Early Years With Bonus Track

by Julien Vachon

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    Contains all 3 previously released EPs and an exclusive cover of TE Morris's song "The Long Distance Runner".

    Comes in a transparent jewel case with printed artwork from all 3 EPs and two additional pictures.

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Taking orders this month only, will ship once orders are complete. This CD will be out of stock forever after February, so don't miss your chance; order now!

This album is a compilation of my first three EPs: Made in Space, 7 and Model 2016. It also includes an exclusive cover of one of my favourite song by T E Morris: The Long Distance Runner.

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released February 15, 2017

All music & lyrics by Julien Vachon
Except The Long Distance Runner written by T E Morris

Julien Vachon - Vocals and guitars
Thierry Alexandre Zambo - Bass
Antoine Grenier - Guitar on Made in Space, A Song by Someone Else and Byosynthetic
Jocelyn Maheux - Guitar on 7 and Monday Morning Again
Carlos Martin Reategui Gentille - Guitar on 7 and Monday Morning Again
Vincent Régis - Drums on A Song by Someone Else and Biosynthetic
Stéphane Belleau - Drums on Made in Space, 7 and Monday Morning Again
William Régnier - Drums on Model 2016
T E Morris - Guest vocals on Blackened Space
Christina Gentile - Back vocals on 7 and Monday Morning Again
Estelle de Pierre - Back vocals on 7 and Monday Morning Again
Julie Blanchet - Flute
Marie-Pierre Sirois - Clarinet
Annie Huylenbroeck - Trumpet
Alexandre Lavoie - Trombone
Alexis Grant-Levebvre - Trombone
Mathieu Houde - Keyboard on 7 and Monday Morning Again
Woolie Madden - Spoken voice on Monday Morning Again

Recording & Mixing:
Carlos Martin Reategui Gentille at C-Martin Recordings
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Album design, back picture and booklet picture by Manuelle Guillem-Lessard
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Made in Space Cover Art by Jonathan Simard at Crapule Création Photo et Vidéo
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7 Cover Art by Julie Boudrias

Model 2016 Cover Art by Emilie Leger
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Model 2016 Album cover model & photography by Manuelle Guillem-Lessard

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Track Name: Made in Space
Midnight; turn on the sun, the party's on
On this day, a word can reach anywhere
Cam's on; my livingroom is Hollywood
Turning myself into the next daily star

In my house made out in space

Something must be wrong when wires are plugged into our lungs
Where do we belong?
In space?

All our thoughts synthesized, all our needs trivialized
All in search for a reason
Five minutes to take off, to explore the unknown
In our hunt for a reason

Hooked up; taking some lives just to kill time
It's alright; if I go down, I will respawn
I've got a thousand friends across the web
And, somewhere, my own lover I've never met

If you add me as a friend, you will see that I'm in a relationship and it's complicated
...what the fuck?

All our thoughts synthesized, all our needs trivialized
All in search for a reason
Ten seconds to take off to explore the unknown
In our hunt for a reason

In our house made out in space
Track Name: A Song by Someone Else
Sometimes I feel like somebody else
Like someone drawing a label on his forehead
I talk about what's been on the news so I'm heard
It's not worth saying if it wasn't told

My voice is on hold, my choices are hiding somewhere
Waiting for somebody else

I like bands on top of the charts; I don't mind
I'd like anything to make some friends
I know I sometimes act like a fool
It's okay if somebody else behaves like me
Track Name: Biosynthetic
Hooked up, obsolete
You type more words than you speak
So many nights spent in fear

Drugs; medication
They help you face the burden
So many nights spent in here

We're blaming music for violence
Trading wealth for innocence
Stealing best-ofs from the grave to gain from the dead
It's as good as it gets

Raising funds for science; honing how to kill
Do we need such resources to go down a hill?
Is it as good as it can get?

Society's getting older
But it will never grow stronger
Won't you help me face the faceless?
Won't you help me help yourself?
Reclaim the life you should get

Transmuting men into machines
Feelings shifting into data
Transmuting men into PCs
Ethics into historical statistics

Can't anyone recognize my face?
Anemic biosynthetic race
Track Name: 7
I'm the one you love, the one you seek
I'm the definition of life at its' peak
A reflection of freedom and ease
At least it's what they tell you on TV

You think I'm a gambler, a useful tool
I'm a special die but you are a fool
You think I deliver lifesaving checks
But you're just another card in my deck

There is something you don't understand
If you believe you can win my hand

Prosperity, beyond your wildest dreams
Glory and fame, and all would know your name
Look at me and you will see everything you want to be

There is no limit to how much I'll raise
Anything I lose is easily replaced
You should fold now, there is no 'chance'
I know the dealers; I own the place

So even if you are the queen of hearts
I've had a royal flush from the very start

Bass solo - Taz
Guitar solo - Jocelyn
Drums solo - Stéphane
Guitar solo - Carlos

You believe you discovered love within a spade
It was already sold out and you're just another customer
A consumer, a number, a liar
A lover?

Prosperity, but I'm all you rent
Glory and fame, and all the lights are on me
Look at me and you will see everything you cannot be

Prosperity, but you are my slave
Glory and fame, ah! Nobody gives a sh*
Look at yourself and you will see
That you just made an enemy
Track Name: Monday Morning Again
Guitar solo - Jocelyn

Fffffuuuuuuuuuuu-

Stop taking what's mine
You would be fine
If you were in line
The one that I know

Stop taking what's mine
If you were in line
You would be fine
As far as I know

He who is sitting amongst a standing crowd
Draws a line with his inaction speaking loud
Who are we chewing from, who are we needing
Used as someone else's floor, tied up, barking

Condemned to just one name
Based on luck, based on fate
Condemned to nothing more
Craving for unlocked doors

He who is sitting amongst a standing crowd
Draws a line with his inaction speaking loud
Who are we chewing from, who are we needing
Used to carry someone; we just want to have fun

I will keep walking beside the path that was drawn
I'll run around whatever's said to be inbounds
Turning wheels around, heading straight for the wrong way
I will not omit to say this again
I will not; hear me when I am saying
I will not ffffuuuuuuuuuuu-ck around
Track Name: Model 2016
Picture a girl in a mall
Shopping for self esteem
Today is the last call
For model 2016

She's drowning in a sea of others
Through all the "I"s she could choose
A blank page with a hard cover
A pair of expensive shoes

She feeds off the attention
Of a deaf and blinded crowd
She lives off the attraction
Of an old and withered, cracked and rusted crown

Individuality is the price of integrity

But mirrors show something better
The only "I" she could lose

She feeds off the attention
Of a deaf and blinded crowd
She lives off the attraction
Of an old and withered, torn and ragged gown
Track Name: Blackened Space (feat. T E Morris) [Acoustic]
Child, look at the stars
Child, see where they are
They're far higher than you could ever fly
You could ever lie

Root in your feet
Grow from the seed

Lights erase the sky
And comfort erases life
While some of us are dancing over seas
Some struggle to breathe

A tied-up noose
Formal abuse

The wind is high through winter nights
Sleep now my child, we'll be alright
We'll find our way

Child, look at the stars
And get ready for war
This life is all that you will ever know
And you can't have it to go

So find your place
In blackened space

The wind is high through winter nights
Sleep now my child, we'll be alright
We'll find our way home

Who'll be there when the time comes
When they say "Save me from you"?
Track Name: Made in Space (Acoustic)
Midnight; turn on the sun, the party's on
On this day, a word can reach anywhere
Cam's on; my livingroom is Hollywood
Turning myself into the next daily star

In my house made out in space

Something must be wrong when wires are plugged into our lungs
Where do we belong?
In space?

All our thoughts synthesized, all our needs trivialized
All in search for a reason
Five minutes to take off, to explore the unknown
In our hunt for a reason

Hooked up; taking some lives just to kill time
It's alright; if I go down, I will respawn
I've got a thousand friends across the web
And, somewhere, my own lover I've never met

Something must be wrong when wires are plugged into our lungs
Where do we belong?
In space?
Track Name: The Long Distance Runner
Don't blame yourself there's enough blood spilled;
Don't cut yourself I need your help.
Hope lead us on, you were always so keen to run ahead.
You lost yourself I needed a savior;
Please bring him home.
God kills all his angels, and my best friends;
My best friends.

I remembered your face;
I remembered your face;
Splinters of time and space.

Hope leads us on;
Hope leads us on.

Don't blame yourself.