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Best Of

by Plateau Repas

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1.
Happy Bitch 04:03
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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!
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Face It 04:01
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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
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Transhumanism 04:28
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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)
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Bottom Up (Track Down) 03:34
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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!
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Crack! (Feat. Mashyno) 05:29
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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!
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Robotika 04:35
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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
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3 VP SVP 04:09
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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
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Follow Me 04:10
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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
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Exorcise Exercise 04:35
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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
10.
Jean-Claude 2.0 03:52
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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

about

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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