Best Of

by Plateau Repas

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BEST OF is the first album of the Berlin-based french-born band Plateau Repas. It took them ten years to make it. Ten years of intense sweating and dancing in the best parties of Europe. Ten years to fully understand the intricate process of digital release.

Their legendary performances in the darkest hours have nourished the same energy they now deliver on the album.

In ten years they crafted some funky alternative hits like Jean-Claude or Vampire, but it took them THAT long to find solutions to bring out all the fun of their live performances into an album suitable for home listening.

Preaching fun through adversity, the power of friendship and a desperate sense of party, this album is one for the contemporary era. As they state in the song “Crack!” : « As weʼre all gonna die, at least letʼs party ».

Dark lyrics and electrifying beats are the trademark of the trio. They gather the lucid wish for hedonism of the Berlin international youth, where irony and cynicism hides a genuine desire to transform the world.

Is Plateau Repas a political act? They answer:
« Your abs make sense when your mind is absent! »

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released December 11, 2015

All tracks written and produced by Fleur Helluin, Marianne Jacquet and Valentin Plessy.

Mixing and mastering by Krowbatch.

© 2015 Plateau Repas

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Plateau Repas Berlin, Germany

Plateau Repas are Valentin Plessy, Fleur Helluin and Magritte Jaco who also pursue their own visual arts and DJ careers. The Berlin-based French trio digests music from all backgrounds without chewing. They suffer an acute obsession for corny eurodance, old-school hip-hop and 90s dance music;Their motto, SWEAT OR DIE!
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Track Name: Happy Bitch
Walk in the house of Oz, man!
You have to, you have to walk, man!
In a crowd of young men, sounds like a bloody gang-bang!
We are in the holy ring
It’s nothing but the glow, man!
Your sweat tastes like a beer can
Shadows fight in a hippie van!
Should I consider you in my hand
Man first and lady behind
My baby is stuck in the sound
Why don’t you kill yourself tonight?
On the dance floor or what?
Why don’t you put yourself out
On the burial side?
Why don’t you kiss my nice ass
I’ll shake it right
I’m gonna tear my leach apart
On the dance floor or what!
When I karaoke on your grave, man!
Total eclipse of the heart, man!
You’re so out of the tone, man!
And a silly sad themed song, man!
I’ll bite my tongue on the refrain and spit my liver through the gain
Come click and cut
You better shut up
Jubilee fuck
I’m blowing up
You’re going down
I’m throwing up!
Why don’t you kill yourself tonight?
On the dance floor or what?
Why don’t you put yourself out
On the burial side?
Why don’t you kiss my nice ass
I’ll shake it right
I’m gonna tear my leach apart
On the dance floor or what!
You’re a pimp on the side walk, look at me when I talk
Under the raise of your gold, I’m colder than I thought
You’re a pimp on the side walk , I’ll hunt you like a hawk!
Why don’t you kill yourself tonight?
On the dance floor or what?
Why don’t you put yourself out
On the burial side?
Why don’t you kiss my nice ass
I’ll shake it right
I’m gonna tear my leach apart
On the dance floor or what!
Track Name: Face It
I feel equality in a different intensity
What works for you doesn’t work for me
It’s a contract of independency
Legal lucky icon I keep a picture of you
Brown stripe portrait in pieces in my pocket
Teaching us a few things about you and you
It is time to give some credit and it’s not my term to name it
My blue mind friendship goes along goes along on the beat
I feel the resolution while the coda hits the drum
I’m hanging on upon this vision
Counting the bars making the sum
Face it!
I’m not your target
This is a race you got to win for yourself
Trace it!
A destiny where we met
This is a race you got to win for yourself
Locked out, your irreversible thoughts
Between lust and need of your touch
The shadows of nose the smell of your clothes
All the city’s staring at the choreography
End is coming soon no doubt about it
Ready to shoot, to hit, the silence is now complete
Face it!
I’m not your target
This is a race you got to win for yourself
Trace it!
A destiny where we met
This is a race you got to win for yourself
It is time to give some credit
And it’s not my term to name it
Face it!
I’m not your target
This is a race you got to win for yourself
Trace it!
A destiny where we met
This is a race you got to win for yourself
Track Name: Transhumanism
T’es perdu, ne descends pas trop tôt
Tu ne reconnais plus ton propre ghetto
Et ta mère qui plumait ses poules
Quand le béton coulait à flot
Pluriel et singulier
On s’en branle toujours autant bébé
Citoyens, Oui ! Tous égaux
Tout le monde face au macbook pro
T’évolues ou tu rouilles chez madame tussaud
Is there an app for that ? Let me take a breath !
Is there something you’re good at ? Taking all the credit !
Is there an app for that ? Let me take a breath ! (Transhumanism)
Is there something you’re good at ? Taking all the credit ! (Is a trap)
Let me take a breath !
Let me take a breath ! (Transhumanism)
Let me take a breath !
Let me take a breath !
Ton autoportrait en bukake
C’est une métaphore de l’humanité
Un si beau moment il faut le partager
Si on n’a pas la guerre, on a du temps à tuer !
Si j’ai tout cassé, tu dois me pardonner
Je peux tout remplacer, je suis assuré
Let me take a breath ! Let me take a breath !
Is there an app for that ? Let me take a breath !
Is there something you’re good at ? Taking all the credit !
Is there an app for that ? Let me take a breath ! (Transhumanism)
Is there something you’re good at ? Taking all the credit ! (Is a trap)
Let me take a breath !
Let me take a breath ! (Transhumanism)
Let me take a breath ! (Is a trap)
Let me take a breath !
Let me take a breath ! (Transhumanism)
Let me take a breath ! (Is a trap)
Track Name: Bottom Up (Track Down)
You bet on me
Obligated to lift you up
I bet on you and make you sweat
In the night your gold becomes my geld
You bet on me
Obligated to lift you up
I bet on you and make you sweat
In the night your gold becomes my geld
I swear we share a vision quite terre-à-terre
A very big wah wah oh split in four quarters
I swear we share a vision quite terre-à-terre
A very big wah wah oh
Uuh uuh uh uh
Bottom up, bottom up, bottom up, track down!
You bet on me
I bet on you
We exchange we increase recipes cursed of lost energies
Yeah my conception is plural cause I need yours to be mine
We exchange we increase recipes cursed of lost energies
I swear we share a vision quite terre-à-terre
A very big wah wah oh split in four quarters
I swear we share a vision quite terre-à-terre
A very big wah wah oh
Uuh uuh uh uh
Bottom up, bottom up, bottom up, track down!
In the night your gold becomes my geld
You bet on me
Obligated to lift you up I bet on you
Bottom up, bottom up, bottom up, track down!
I swear we share a vision quite terre-à-terre
A very big wah wah oh split in four quarters
I swear we share a vision quite terre-à-terre
A very big wah wah oh
Uuh uuh uh uh
Bottom up, bottom up, bottom up, track down!
Track Name: Crack! (Feat. Mashyno)
Extinction is on its way
Instruction let the music play
Who’s gonna pay? Who’s gonna pay?
Maybe Daddy DJ!
Bam! It’s a big explosion
Future glued to the horizon
I’ll ride my bike like an amazon
Flying over the conflict zone!
Words, give me that groove
Hardcore improved
Apocalypse on the beat
Fierce soldiers drums marching it!
Money whiskey in my panty
Turn over little dirty money
Who gives a shit? Seriously!
Crack!
As we’re all gonna die
At least let’s party!
Retro pass future crack
Tell me mommy when are we gonna snap!
Extinction is on its way
Instruction let the music play
Who’s gonna pay? Who’s gonna pay?
Maybe Daddy DJ!
Down memory lane
Involvement surely missed that train
My investment is a tranny
My love heroic fantasy
Di-di-ditch responsibility
Green washing it’s a philosophy
You got the safe I got the key
Surviving ever after happily
Pu-pu-push out of the tone
Justice kicked out of the throne
I got the power of the microphone
Melancholy remains alone
Crack!
As we’re all gonna die
At least let’s party!
Retro pass future crack
Tell me mommy when are we gonna snap!
Extinction is on its way
Instruction let the music play
Who’s gonna pay? Who’s gonna pay?
Maybe Daddy DJ!
Who’s gonna pay Seriously
Nobody gives a shit
You just click on it, right? You just click on it
Please take me to a party
A good one or whatever
And let me dance alone!
Crack!
As we’re all gonna die
At least let’s party!
Retro pass future crack
Tell me mommy when are we gonna snap!
Extinction is on its way
Instruction let the music play
Who’s gonna pay? Who’s gonna pay?
Maybe Daddy DJ!
Track Name: Robotika
RAS, Robotika se lève, ne se reconnait pas
Ho ! Hé ! aléatoire, encore une réflexion de réfectoire
Un rhizome senso-photogénique
Avec et sans toi c’est la logique
Prélevant sauvage de traces chimiques
Du noir et blanc épileptique
Le syndrome du vide
Alchimie, racine
Derrière toi, le beat
Rythmique saline, apocalyptique
Fonctionnelle, fais un signe
Pas de changement, aux travers de l’origine
Abréviation, no liaison
Tu rêves devant ton satellite
Le sublime se révèle un cercle frénétique
Le syndrome du vide
Alchimie, racine
Derrière toi, le beat
Rythmique saline, apocalyptique
Bang ! Sous le plancher du bar
Vide et flottant dans le noir
Ligne, point, plan, chancelant sur les facettes du diamant
Debout ou sur le plancher
Apprêté, prêt à recevoir une déjection arithmétique
Le divin reflet du savoir
Le syndrome du vide
Alchimie, racine
Derrière toi, le beat
Rythmique saline, apocalyptique
RAS, Robotika
RAS, Robotika
Le sublime se révèle un cercle frénétique
RAS, Robotika
RAS, Robotika
Le sublime se révèle un cercle frénétique
Track Name: 3 VP SVP
Tu me dis qu’t’es fané, qu’t’es gavé
La vraie vie, ouais putain, c’est assez
Mais le beat putassier, passe Britney et c’est gagné !
Philosophie de comptoir
Appelle-moi si tu broies du noir
Wittgenstein, Simone de Beauvoir et Samantha sont sur le trottoir !
Tes épaules qui se balancent
Et le sol qui bouge en cadence
Dans la nuit et dans une errance
Tu te rappelles de ce karaoké
Qu’on enchainait les disco-maté
Qu’on enchainait les disco-maté
Tu te rappelles de ce karaoké
Sens de la vie chorégraphiée
On enchainait les disco-maté, ohé
Tes voisins on s’en fout
Cette fête ira jusqu’au bout
Nous on nous voit sur street-view
Ce soir on enflamme tout !
T’en chies mais tu continues
Danse bébé, oui, danse tout nu
Vas-y, cris, chante, ris, sue,
Danse bébé, danse moi pas d’sus !
Tes épaules qui se balancent
Et le sol qui bouge en cadence
Dans la nuit et dans une errance
Tu te rappelles de ce karaoké
Qu’on enchainait les disco-maté
Qu’on enchainait les disco-maté
Tu te rappelles de ce karaoké
Sens de la vie chorégraphiée
On enchainait les disco-maté, ohé
Plus jamais, jamais de matins
Cette amitié, c’est une fête sans fin
Pleure, pleure, pleure dans la salle de bain
Tourne la tête et lève les mains
D’un coup, tu tires mon doigt
Je fais flop-flop sous mon bras
Et on rit et on crie et on boit et on croit et on joue
On s’en fout, on est les rois !
Engage ta substance Engage ta substance...
Tu te rappelles de ce karaoké
Qu’on enchainait les disco-maté
Qu’on enchainait les disco-maté
Tu te rappelles de ce karaoké
Sens de la vie chorégraphiée
On enchainait les disco-maté, ohé
Track Name: Follow Me
I'll be your balance
I'll be your trance
You are physical, you're the action
We are opposite perception
Follow Me!
We are out of time, under pressure
Under the light, we're neon riders
Follow Me!
Watch me, face to face
Watch me, in a disco place
Closer, you and me
Closer, in a unique breath
Follow me!
I want to stand in your space
Follow me!
I want to stand in your face
Follow me!
I'll be your balance
Follow me!
I'll be your trance
I'll be your balance
I'll be your trance
Track Name: Exorcise Exercise
Liberate your feeling when the beat is trembling
We are meeting at the temple
We’ll be dancing, dancing!
Fair is not enough
My diamond in the rough
We are craving for your muscle
We are hustling in the chapel
Bling-bling is my rosary
Controlling fate compulsively
Pleasure as a rule
Pleasure for the fool
Your abs make sense when your mind is absent
The beat is cleaning my soul
Let your beauty be my fuel
Track Name: Jean-Claude 2.0
You wanna hear my story
Well it won’t be funny
D’you imagine how hard it is
To recover that memory
The homecoming dance, they call it
Vote for the homecoming queen!
The homecoming dance, they call it
Vote for the homecoming king!
Out in the streets people bumped into me
Out in the streets whoever they are looked at me
Was it their eyes? Was it my nose?
Was it their moan? Was it my coat?
But when I looked up, my mind felt interrupted! i-i-i-interrupted
Like Carrie I felt betrayed
Like Carrie he felt angry
Like Carrie I felt ashamed
Like Carrie he felt angry
I just wanted that crown so bad
The lady I dated was rad
If only she had called me Johnny
All the nerds, vote for me!
Jean-Claude! Jean-Claude!
That’s how they call me that day!
Don’t you wanna see me dance! Don’t you wanna see me dance!
Jean-Claude! Jean-Claude!
That’s how they call me that day!
Don’t you wanna see me dance! Come on! Dance with me!
Don’t you wanna see me dance! Come on! Dance with me!
You bet he got the moves! Oh yeah!
You bet he got the groove! Oh yeah!
'Cause the groove is in the heart!
You bastards did not have one!
All the nerds, vote for me!
Jean-Claude! Jean-Claude!
That’s how they call me that day