Princess Flash

by Foreign Diplomats

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released October 9, 2015

Words, music and arrangements by Elie Raymond
Except Crown : arrangements by Foreign Diplomats

Produced and mixed by Brian Deck
Recorded in the first cold months of 2015 (January to March) at Bathouse, Bath, Ontario and at the Indica studio, Montreal, Quebec
Engineered by Nyles Spencer at Bathouse and by Peter Edwards at the Indica studio
Most of Queen+King recorded by Mario Lessard at Planet Studios, Montreal, Quebec in June 2012
Mastered by Ryan Morey
Photos by Jerry Pigeon
Doodles by Tom F. Bruneau
Design by Julien Caya and Arthur Malet
Stylist: Samuel Fournier
Mua: Camille Sabbagh Bourret
Princess: Audrey Daudelin-Bernard

Thanks so much to our families, our friends and everyone who helped shape this project !

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Track Name: Lies (of November)
Coffee brought me to the conclusion that some people don't deserve to live
Coffee brought me to the conclusion that blood may arouse you but I'm tired of giving you mine
Coffee brought me to the conclusion that I should smoke more cigarettes and fuck less suffragettes

Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante
Not a lie

I still haven't reached the knife you shoved in my back
Stop turning it 'cause the wound's already infected enough
And now I let my hate for you get over my love for you and feels good and feels new

Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante
Not a lie

On second thought
I don't want your pity
Track Name: Comfort Design
Vampires,
You wake up in the dark
To all of you in love with liars
Go to hell, you're a lark

And the smoke sways
Around the sun and through the smoke
In front of stars with all their fame
There they stand, dead for the most

And we'll whine for wine again
With paint going down your hands, my hands
You could kill someone, I know you can
With paint going down your hands, my hands

We'll build a home
Where you want, just for you
'Cause we're tired of you screaming, you pointless waste of time
You'll throw it on the ground, that's what you love, that's what you do
You want more, you need more.
Track Name: Queen+King
The blood on these hands
Is giving me the chills
The blood on these hands
It hurts, it slowly kills

These voices oh so cut
Are trying to hold the fear
These voices oh so cut
They're singing for the fear

The screams in the streets
Are getting me to sleep
The screams in the streets
How useless it is to weep

The noises in the dark
They're people in your bed
The noises in the dark
They're people in my head

The faces of the queen
Are always full of joy
'Cause the queen is rich and the queen is loved
But the king is dead
Track Name: Color
Beasts are beautiful working on their shadows like their teeth before
Beasts are loud as her with their bloody finger cutting through all the others

As it looks around all I see is the window
Strangling, wrestling, watching
Screaming all around to the judging dead
Watch me, watch me, watch me dance

You'll never get the bet that you'd beat I bet
And you should let go, 'cause you won't reach the bow

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

What's the fuck with this color
I just want it, I just need it, I just want it
It's killing me 'cause my genes don't care

I'm tired of the side effects, I'd like to see what's next
So just give me another cigarette
As your hands all fall, slowly to the ground
With all the shivers and all the sounds

You'll never get the bet that you'd beat I bet
And you should let go, 'cause you won't reach the bow

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Track Name: Flash Sings for Us
I said I'm a snob
With a sob
TH TH TH That's why your friends don't like me
Well I'm sorry, that's what I see

Please sing for us
We need it now

We all know it hurts
We all know it curves
We all know it purrs
We all know it lures

I do know I'm a job
But I don't want you to sssstop
I'll watch it change all its got
And I know I'll get caught

We're in it for the leaves
We hate it when it leaves
We know it never grieves
We know it never bleeds

We'll wait 'till it's gone
Even though it won't be long
But look it started to snow

Please sing for us
We need it now

It's not that hard to turn me on
But wait 'till you have to turn me off
It doesn't help when you sway like that over my head
I guess my bridge still leads inside of you

Please sing for us
We need it now
Track Name: Lily's Nice Shoes!
Home makes me scream 'cause when it sings in the dark yea when it shouts in the car and I'm trying to hold the wheel and I'm trying to think of words to prove me wrong but the people I love they push me saying

"Come back home now you're gone too far"

Don't like you anymore, my Lily
You're a tease and you're a bore, my Lily

And I heard a noise when you stood in front of all the judges with their laws made from cause and their hands holding us like dolls, treating us like dogs, watching us like fog and it came so slowly

But I'm a creep and she's a beast

Don't like you anymore, my Lily
You're a tease and you're a bore, my Lily

No chance of clouds full of thunder raging in my car
Chances are that one was for you miss K but you're too far
Chances are I'm still a creep in my car
Chances are you're still a beast in my car
Chances are I'll go back to my car
Track Name: Beni Oui Oui
You messed me up real good
And I hate you for that
And I thank you for that

You can stop now
The joke's getting rude
Maybe I should help for that
Maybe I don't want to help for that

And why is it so long to answer
How it that the plan?
It's a cruel plan

pouin pouin pouin pouin pouin pouin

OH OH OH OH OH OH

You found your prey
You ate its heart
'Cause it tastes so good
Yea it tastes so good
Your broken prey
You took its spine
Now it will say "yes" to anything
Oh watch out 'cause it's coming

Maybe the wine's a trigger for me
But you're not here to hold me for that
Yea you're hammer's too far away for that

I told you I wouldn't write bitter songs
But it's too late for that
And L's too hot for that

And why is it so long to answer
How it that the plan?
It's a cruel plan
Track Name: Mexico
Well maybe we could talk about it
Talk of all the shit that you bring
Maybe we could talk about it
Talk of when you were watching colors

They chaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAnged ouwoho
They chaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAnged ouwoho

I don't think I jumped it all
It just seemed the right thing to do
To watch it die in Mexico
While the others kissed and the blood was flowing though their mouuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUths ouwhoho
Their mouuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUths ouwoho

But please try to hurry
'Cause it's getting dark
And it's getting cold

And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn

The sky is your head
Your head is a creep
You'll drown in the chances
You'll eat with defeat

The food it is rotten
And you, you are late
You were watching the dancers
So sweet and cheap, you were taking peace from the haaaaaaAAAAAATe ouwoho
The haaaaaaAAAAAAAAte ouwoho

But please try to hurry
'Cause it's getting dark
And it's getting cold

And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn

You cried for so long
Maybe it's time to dance
But pigs don't know no romance

You tried to dance but could not follow the speed
You just stood there and screamed

ooooooOOOOOOOOh ouwoho
oooooooOOOOOOOOh ouwohoI
Track Name: Guns (of March)
I must be low
I lost my girl to politics and french gents
My bone headed heart
Is lighting up fires on death row

All the shit
Just made me sharpen my teeth and nails
It can't be prefab rehab
It's an imposed drop, it's no true grit

My gun has three numbers
My gun has three numbers

You've been aiming at my chest for all that time
How am I still alive?
And now your bullets taste bitter
And I'm tired of adding sugar

You've been squeezing my head for all that time
How am I still alive?
And now I've got a broken heart kit
Might as well make some money out of it $$$$$$$

My gun has three numbers
My gun has three numbers

Get the fuck out of my head
To get the fuck back in my head
Track Name: Crown
I never thought hell would be so cold
I can't find a place to warm my breath
I can't find a place to rest my head
You just keep sucking too much space in there

And I will just keep
Hanging on my crown
With a big machine
Of boooooooooooooooooooooooooones

I confuse love with sickness
That's what woke me up
That's what fucked me up
To fall for the past is a disease that lasts
Already told you that but it was mixed on files

And I will just keep
Hanging on my crown
With a big machine
Of boooooooooooooooooooooooooones
Track Name: Drunk Old Paul (and his Wild Things)
I wish I could walk like the streets
Oh man how they can walk
With all the years of watching
With the bruises made while trying

I wish I was not your whore
How easy it would be
But sugar pie, I'm yours
I'm your working girl

Drunk Old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least it was something to sing to

I still don't know if it has feelings
C-Cause hearing it talk
Is like a bruise of the heart that infects
While trying to scratch it off

Drunk Old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least it was something to sing to

But babe, I can't do that
Babe, I can't do that
Anymore
No
No
No

Drunk Old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least it was something to sing to

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