Dirty Dishes

by Luky U

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Take a deep breath, sit back, listen and relax… your dirty dishes are about to get cleaned.

This album is free for download, however contributions are more than welcome.

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released March 27, 2014

Toutes les pistes ont été composées et enregistrées par Luky U (Lucas Dulac ) avec la participation active de Lenny (Lenaic Chizat). © 2013.
Vocals et paroles par Luky U.
Basses, guitares et claviers ont été réalisés par Lenny (Lénaic Chizat) et Luky U (Lucas Dulac).
Les Guitares ont été enregistrée sur une Gibson Les Paul branchée à un ampli Dumbell SE 300B (Brice Aumignon),
Les pédales a effets, gérées par Brice Aumignon:
La distortion : Emma Reezafratitz
Le délai : Strymon El Capistan
La wha : Colorsound vintage (1979)
Le phaseur : MXR Phase 100 vintage (1980)
Mastering réalisé par Cherubin (Mathis Dabonot).
Remerciements : A toute l'équipe d'Apostat. A Dumbell et a Lenny!

Photo: Kavin: www.bonjourkavin.com
Me contacter pour toute information ou diffusion souhaitée (lucasdulac@gmail.com).

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Luky U Orlando, Florida

Ce jeune dandy anglais d’apparence bien trop proprette cache bien son jeu. Tour à tour photographe/vidéaste et producteur,il fût pendant quelques années le chanteur du groupe funk rock the daffs. La proximité avec le collectif swarm l’amène naturellement à tripoter ableton avec un engouement certain et à se tourner vers un style bien plus abstrait. ... more

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Track Name: Propylheptyl
Lucky you… out in the sun...
Track Name: From Soho to Chelsea
From Soho to Chelsea, a suitcase in one hand
I walk trough the city, with my mind in the other hand

From Moscow to Paris, an engine in my feet
I stroll trough my pity, with my heart in the right hand

I've been a man with a stand, and I don't stand
The way you think about the man that I am
And what I want from you, is nothing more than
Your helping hand

Cause From Soho to Chelsea, a suitcase in one hand
I walk trough the city, with my mind in the other hand

From Tokyo To Bali, an island in my eye
I look for the city, that will take me to my band

I've been a man with a stand, and I don't stand
The way you think about the man that I am
And what I want from you, is nothing more than
Your helping hand,

Honey please, don't need a suit, just need the truth
Like my father allways said, you've got to help yourself
And the world will help you twice...
Like my father allways said, you've got to help yourself

Soho to Chelsea…

From Soho to Chelsea, a suitcase in one hand
I walk trough the city, with your mind in the other hand

I've been a man with a stand, and I don't stand
The way you think about the man that I am
And what I want from you, is nothing more than
Your helping hand,

An island in my eye, oh listen honey won't you, oh sugar
Lend me that helping hand, in the city of my dreams
I'm a take you to my band, don't need a suit just need the truth
Just see me for who I am, I got the money, I got the time
I got the money, I got the time
Oh darling all I want from you is your helping hand
All this don't matter, your helping hand, all I want oh please...
Track Name: Dirty Dishes (Flowting on Gazoline)
Put my hand in the sink, and pull the drain
Wash those dirty dishes, they're all the same

Throw my brains down the drain, it's all the same
Show those dirty people, that I can aim

Put my hand in the sink, and pull the drain
Watch those dirty dishes, they're all the same

Let me tell you lady, it ain't easy…

Throw my brains down the drain, it's all the same
Shoot a gun in my feet, so they can sleep

I'm just a dirty thinker, a stupid git
I Can't see the world around me or the man within

Can't see the world around me or the man within
For you and me it would be easy, oh it would be easy
Shoot a gun in my feet, feel it women
Shoot a gun in my feet, so they can sleep
cause it won't take you three times to get me in your head

Please let me be, I ain't asking much from you, just to...
I don't think it's easy but I'm trying
I'm trying hard enough/easy

Right now, I don't know baby I don't know if that is true
Your only aim…

Now let me tell you lady, it ain't easy…

You ain't gonna pick them up
I shot a gun…
You ain't gonna pick them up
Hoo hoo
You ain't gonna pick them up for me or you
You're just gonna leave them there on the floor
For us to watch
Can't see the world around me, I'm just a dirty git

All these dirty dishes, they're all the same
Oh when mother told you, you where the same as all
These long haired people, with their, faded hopes
I'm not twice the man I thought I was last night
I'm not twice the man I thought I was last night…
Well now you see, you don't need nothing more than me
And my dirty moods, oh well let me tell you lady
I couldn't hear, nothing sweeter...
When you're juste looking at me like that..
Track Name: Mellow State (Collab Cherubin)
Oh now mother, let me tell you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes
Oh now mother, let me show you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes

Let me tell you what I need, oh let me tell you what I want
Cause I ain't trying, hard enough
You ain't trying, hard enough
You ain't trying, hard enough
Cause I ain't trying, things enough

Back In the days, in my room
You used to say to me things, I didn't want to hear
And as usual, I said to you the things
You didn't want to hear, neather of us was complete

Oh now mother, let me tell you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes
Oh now mother, let me show you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes

Back In the days, in my room
You used to say to me things, I didn't want to hear
And as usual, I said to you the things
You didn't want to hear, neather of us was complete...
Track Name: Soul Cooked
Is it me, or are all those dirty dishes clean
Got over, all the things I never knew I would
Now I think I'm ready honey, tell me right or wrong

Woke up early this mornig, feeling the weight
Of tomorow on my lips

I just wan't to cry out, what I feel inside
Cause I got the time, I've got the money too
And I don't need no friends, no one to tell me otherwise

Let's see what happens…

I woke up very early this morning, and all I could feel
Was that crazy smile, sitting on my lips
My lady reminded me, this morning
I've got the time, I've got the money
Honey I don't need no…
Feeling the sweet, sweet weight of my happiness on my lips

Don't, don't you worry,
I think I finally understand myself right now
Don't, don't you worry,
She said don't you worry, everythings going to be ok
Everythings going to be ok, so don't you worry
Ain't gonna let nobody walk on my feet
Cause I've got the time, lady I've got the money too
And I don't need no one, not even you
To tell me otherwise, so don't you worry
Cause I know where I'm going, and I know what I want
Don't you worry, don't you...
Track Name: Sound of Leather
I'll go to church on a sunday morning
I got no money in my pocket, but baby I'm trying
As hard as I can…

Oh now Sugar

I'll go to church on a sunday morning
I got no money in my pocket, but baby I'm trying
For you and for me…

I will go, I'll go tomorow, I'll go to church on a sunday morning
I will go, I'll go tomorow…

All I can hear is the sound of the leather in my pocket
Oh now Sugar
I will go, I'll go tomorow

Don't you look at me that way, I've got…

Cause I've been doing, I've been thinking,
I've been trying, I've been doing the things you always said I should…
For you
Cause I've been doing, I've been thinking,
I've been trying, I've been doing the things you always said I should…
For you

Cause I've been doing, I've thinking,
I've been trying, I've been doing the things you always said I should…
For you, as hard as I can...

I dig my hands in my pocket, can't hear nothing but the leather
Sound of leather, sweet, sweet sound of leather...