Wake Up!
E.Y.E. Lyrics


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Nouveaux Récits!
Ya Man!
Timan Sound Record'Z ouais!
Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Allez j'veux voir tout le monde debout, c'est pour la dernière
Vas-y lève-toi et donnes tout, mais n'oublies pas de lever ton verre
Des mois qu'on taff sur l'EP pour vous servir de la qualité
Des mois que je baffe le papier, on ne s'arrête jamais, en réalité! 
Des mois qu'on teste de nouveaux concepts
Des mois qu'on stresse, qu'on se prend la tête 
Des années que ça créé des prod, oui des années que ça pose des 16 sales
On vient pour défoncer les portes
Ouais-ouais-ouais! 
Et pour ambiancer toutes les salles
Wake-Up
Wake-Up
Debout, debout, debout ouais!
Wake-Up
Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake-Up
Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up




Mais n'oublies pas de lever ton verre
Wake-Up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of E.Y.E.'s song Wake Up! call for action and motivate listeners to rise up and give their best. The opening lines "Allez j'veux voir tout le monde debout, c'est pour la dernière" translate to "Come on, I want to see everyone standing up for the last time." Here, the artist is calling for his audience to stand up and get ready to groove as it's their last chance to do so. They are encouraged to give their all and lift their glasses in celebration. Musically, the upbeat rhythm and the repetition of "Wake-Up" adds to the song's motivational feel.


Additionally, the lyrics hint at the hard work that has gone into producing the EP, and the dedicated preparations they have made with new concepts and experimentation. The line "Des mois qu'on taff sur l'EP pour vous servir de la qualité" roughly translates to "We have been working for months to serve you with quality in the EP." There's an underlying message that the artist recognizes that hard work pays off and that their time and dedication to their craft have led them to their success. Ultimately, the song encourages its listeners to get up and seize the day, as the time to be dormant is over.


Line by Line Meaning

Nouveaux Récits!
Introducing new stories!


Ya Man!
Yes, man!


Timan Sound Record'Z ouais!
We are from Timan Sound Record'Z!


Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake up, get up and start the day!


Allez j'veux voir tout le monde debout, c'est pour la dernière
Come on, I want to see everyone standing up, this is the last one!


Vas-y lève-toi et donnes tout, mais n'oublies pas de lever ton verre
Go on, stand up and give everything, but don't forget to raise your glass!


Des mois qu'on taff sur l'EP pour vous servir de la qualité
We've been working on this EP for months to provide you with quality.


Des mois que je baffe le papier, on ne s'arrête jamais, en réalité!
I've been writing for months, we never stop in reality!


Des mois qu'on teste de nouveaux concepts
We've been trying out new concepts for months.


Des mois qu'on stresse, qu'on se prend la tête
We've been stressing and overthinking for months.


Des années que ça créé des prod, oui des années que ça pose des 16 sales
We've been creating beats for years, making sick rhymes.


On vient pour défoncer les portes
We're here to break down doors!


Ouais-ouais-ouais!
Yeah-yeah-yeah!


Et pour ambiancer toutes les salles
And to liven up every room!


Wake-Up
Get up and seize the day!


Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake up, wake up, wake up!


Debout, debout, debout ouais!
Stand up, stand up, yeah!


Wake-Up
Wake up and start living!


Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake up, wake up, wake up!


Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake up, wake up!


Wake-Up, Wake-Up, Wake-Up
Wake up, wake up, wake up!


Wake-Up
Get up and start living!


Mais n'oublies pas de lever ton verre
But don't forget to raise your glass!




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Yannick Osten

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This video is what pushed me into a really long journey of finding myself.

Hm, 2019... It really did feel way longer. In fact, I'm doubting my very own sense of time at this point.

I cannot describe everything I went through.
I cannot sum up my experience.
And telling you about the lessons I've learned, kisses with the impossible.

Words cannot get in your mind what life does. Not in the same way.

Welp, I'd say it's time I gotta go, but.
It is not, and neither it is for you.

Listen.
When I first found this song, nobody really cared for me. Because I wasn't really anybody, I wasn't "myself".
I was a mere annoyance. I was little more than a clown for many, and something to fear for some.

And that was not the problem for me. I didn't care either. In fact, I enjoyed being that way.
The problem was, that when everybody started avoiding me.
All that meant I was "Me" ceased to be.

I was abandoned by them.
By everyone.
Even by myself.

I found this song.
I liked this song.
I realized there are many that do.

I proceeded to turn this music genre into all that meant I was "Me".
There wasn't anything else, anyways.
I found one person who also liked this music genre. That's where our points in common ended.
I had nothing to talk about, I could only listen to him, and to the music, and that is what meant I was "Me".

Then I found out. Some places in the internet had people I could be annoying to.
I had to get some of my frustration out. And I did.
And so did they.

I no longer belonged there, I thought. But in reality, I never belonged anywhere. Not in the past, Not back then.
I didn't have a childhood.
I simple aged biologically since birth.

I didn't have teenager years.
I simply shared the environment with teenagers.

I still haven't had an adulthood.
But the reason I'm writing this, is to let you know.
I made damn sure I enjoyed this little time since I found my own self.

As I was saying.
I never belonged anywhere, up until the age of 16.
I met someone.
The first person that genuinely cared for me.
Maybe because, day by day, there was more of what meant I was "Me".
And so she noticed.
And so she decided I wasn't bad.
Because I wasn't. Neither was I good. There was very little of what made I, be "Me".
My own self was a collection of experiences I never lived, but copied.

She treated me like a friend. And I did not know how to give back the same treatment to her.
I did not truly understood that situation.
I was happy for that month.

And when that month ended, and I was left in grief.
Grief because I could have lived that earlier.
Grief because it had ended.
Grief because all experiences that I seeked for after, were unlike that one.

It took me a long time to understand everyone is unique.
Because by being ignorant of my own nature,
my own identity,
I was ignorant that people could be that different.

So I found many people that accepted me like she did.
I followed the same footsteps, with someone that strayed away from the path.

It was nearing the second half of 2021 that I was ready to be accepted by the real world.
By the physical world.
Outside of a screen that did nothing but run lines of code.
Lines of code that decided that I was to be exactly how people like others to be.
Dangerous code, because it coded deep into what meant I was "Me."

So I tried to talk to the only person that wanted to listen to me, out of all the strangers that I called friends.
She saw I was deeply in grief.
She saw it was hard for me to talk.
What she didn't see.
Is that I didn't know what to talk about.
Those experiences, as far as I was concerned, were what meant I was "Me".
Surely, those experiences could not be wrong.
Must not be wrong, right?

Because, if I was to throw away those experiences, those lessons, that code...
That meant I was once again nothing.
What if it could get darker than dark?

My lips refused to move. My tears refused to stop falling.
And my heart refused to stay with hers.

There was only one thing I was right about.
I was not ready for that experience.

I wasn't ready to leave what meant I was "Me" behind.
Neither was I ready to act like a friend, for someone who was willing to be one for me.

Because, last time, it did not work.
Failed procedures were all over the place.
All over my mind.
All over my life.

I then tried to belong where teenagers were.
I tried to be part of the group I excluded myself from.
I was not accepted.
And so, I did not accept myself either.

I began to hate those who hated me.
And because there was no love nor hate within what I called "Me".
I also began hating myself.

I despised what I was.
It didn't seem like anybody would want me around. And I was right about that.
But it was not because they hated me.
It was because they believed I was fine.
They believed I was fine, because that is what I said.
That is what I said, because whenever I talked about my pain.
Failed procedures got spilled like a cold coffee mug.
Nobody liked that.
And so I did not either.

In the end, they were the ones that were wrong.
But only a dark fate can be seen by blindfolded eyes.

First half of 2022.
I began to see the light.
And so I wanted to get a grasp of what stood in front of me, and everyone was free to take.
Or so I thought.
Turns out, nothing is free in this world. Not love, not time, not even hate.
But the cost was something I did not understand.
And so I paid for things I did not understand either.

I paid not for hate, nor love, nor time.
I paid to be discarded.
And so I was a piece of garbage, waiting to be collected.
But nobody collects garbage bags to hug them.

It was only when I decided I was no longer a piece of garbage, that people saw me for what I thought I was.
A gamer. A peculiar one. With certain unique tastes.
Differences were what took me apart from the teenagers I merely shared the environment with.

Until I decided it was time to look back.
I saw certain "Someones" that did care for me.
I seeked for them. It was not easy to get a hold of them, but I did.
I was, for the first time, accepted, I genuinely belonged for the first time, in a group of teenagers.
Or so I thought.

They were not like me. They did not understand me. They made an effort to. They failed.
But it is not like somebody else had tried.
So I accepted them like how they were.
And that's how I mantained what people these days call a friendship, for nearly an entire year.
They seem satisfied, and so am I.

But I wanted more than just that.
I tripped over a few rocks, and when I fell to the ground, I met her.
My first ever true relationship where we genuinely accepted each other.
So bad that it lasted even a shorter time than their friendship.

But she isn't gone now.
She is part of what I know as "Me".
I believe I am part of what she knows as "Her".
She is still with me in the dark.
As a mere friend.
One that used to be the best.

I am thankful, however, for my experience with her.
Thanks to her, I no longer need others to be myself.

Anyways.
I was still trying to run the broken code of failed procedures after that.
So I still tried to belong where the teenagers I share the environment with do.
Did not work. Not that I expected it to do.
But I gave it a shot.
And had a fair share of questionable success.

I was transfered, accepted, and discarded. But this time, I was not the one who ended in the garbage bags.
I believe these two persons that stood up from the group, understood me.
They did not stood up because they were noisy, or annoying.
They stood up because they were almost as quiet as I was.

Curiosity striked, and so did my words.
We were friends for a while.
One of them still lingers around.
None of them fully understood me.
But what matters here, is that this was the final push I needed to understand myself.

For the first time ever, I was alone because I decided to be.
And so, I realized.
There are some people I cannot avoid.
But that is a story for another day, which does not belong here.

It sums up in a few statements as easy to say as these ones.
I try actively and consistently to push her away from my life.
It is working.
It is a procedure that functions.
Hanging on by a few strings that keep it working, just barely.

That is the reason of why I found my way.
I spent one month along with people I could not understand.
All of us tried to do so.
None of us could.
I was eventually forced to leave.

But during that time I was there, I realized one thing.
Being different is as effective as being like others, in terms of getting along.
It is a procedure that is more likely to fail.
But it is one that at least keeps itself running, with proper maintenance.
One just has to make sure the script is adaptative.

After the end of that month, I was left with a few places where I do belong.
Mainly, one place where everyone is different from each other.
Where everyone is normal. Because I also realized it is not normal for people to be all the same.
I am happy there.

Today, I just live understanding what I am.
It feels weird to live by my own rules.
But it's better to rule myself, than to be called unruly by those who do nothing but rule me.

To the one reading this.
I am as nice as you are.
Just different.
And you are just trying to understand my procedures.
Thanks.



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DubstepGutter

Whoa whoa whoa...who's still listening in 2023? We have a sick Spotify playlist :)

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lic Maruchan

Holaaaaa :D

MegaBitrap

I listen to this track so many times, it's a very good track

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I really loved how this track is telling the world a message we should not ignore

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FYATE

Friday 13th MAN!!

Cethic

I literally cannot stop replaying the song

NoKo Johnson

Same bro This one got me 2:36 through 2:39 I love this video it's new it's something that has really been on the channel so I'm just blown away. Great job guys

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