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Based on 'Il Est Libre Max'
Composed by Hervé Cristiani.
Lyrics and arrangement by Rob Miles.
Recorded and Mixed on tape by Arthur dB at Studio Saint-Lambert, Paris, France.
Mastered by Quentin at Soundtrip, France.

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You never really pushed yourself, your way was always paid
You've lived a life of luxury, a jack of no trade
Avoiding all commitment in the name of liberation
You never considered that freedom can be found in limitation
And like a bird from these prison walls you could fly
But the wings your father gave you were not made to go so high

Take it easy, Max
The wax has started dripping down your shoulder blades

And now your aperture is open and your shutter speed is slow
You'll never be in focus as you're always on the go
You're lit up like a candle, you're blown out with a wish
You're getting hard to handle now you're drinking like a fish

Take it easy, Max
The wax has started dripping down your shoulder blades

You've been heading for disaster since you let the devil drive
You're driven to distaction it's a miracle you're alive
You get dependant on your gadgets and you get lost in a glitch
Hit an unexpected learning curve and skid into the ditch

Take it easy, Max
The wax has started dripping down your shoulder blades

Maybe you don't realise, or don't pay it any mind
All the hearts you've claimed and bruised and stained and simply left behind
Now the velvet eyes of girls have hardened into looks of scorn
You just can't keep asking them to ride your unicorn

Take it easy, Max
The wax has started dripping down your shoulder blades

Now your flame of youth has dwindled, through the embers you're poking
You've mastered nothing other than the dying art of smoking
The world has been your stage but as the fat lady sings
The gods have gone elsewhere and trouble's waiting in the wings

Take it easy, Max
The wax has started dripping down your shoulder blades

credits

from These Are The Days, released November 15, 2020
Rob Miles : Voice, Guitar, Organ
Alice Gauthier : Bass Clarinet
Solène Doually : Backing Vocals, Musical Saw
Bruno Sigogneau : Double Bass
Elsa Dominguez : Backing Vocals
Léo Jacquet : Drums

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Rob Miles & Les Clés Anglaises Paris, France

Rob Miles is a visual artist and songwriter who grew up in Brighton, UK. Moving to Paris in 2015 he put together his band Les Clés Anglaises, performing his songs with a unique energy and style, blending influences from a love of blues and gospel, country, soul, and rock & roll. ... more

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