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Special Limited Edition Best Of The Early Years With Bonus Track

by Julien Vachon

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
Biosynthetic 05:34
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
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Royal Flush 01:52
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7 04:04
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
6.
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
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8 01:52
8.
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
9.
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"?
10.
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?
11.
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.

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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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