Atlantis
R.M.O. Lyrics


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Tu sens cette odeur? Celle du sang de tes pairs
Tu cours après l’heure, tu cours après l’heure
Un diamant de verre, pacotille ineffable
Des millions de grains, des millions de grains de sable
Tu récites ton code source, ton ADN
Ton programme s’exécute, sans que rien ne te freine
Atlantis
Atlantis
Atlantis
Atlantis
C’est bien la fin, plus d’espoirs
Demain l’immer-sion démarre
Plus de repos, pour les braves
Noie ton chagrin, pauvre esclave
Ami entends-tu? Le chant des sirènes?
Se briser sur toi en avalant tes chaines
Compte jusqu’à 3. Et tu voleras sans ailes
Des millions de grains, des millions de grains de sels
Tu saisis la nuance, et ton corps frêle
Sait bien qu’il est trop tard, nul n’est immortel
Atlantis
Atlantis
Atlantis
Atlantis
C’est bien la fin, plus d’espoirs
Demain l’immer-sion démarre
Plus de repos, pour les braves
Noie ton chagrin, pauvre esclave
C’est bien la fin, plus d’espoirs
Demain l’immer-sion démarre




Plus de repos, pour les braves
Noie ton chagrin, pauvre esclave

Overall Meaning

The song "Atlantis" by R.M.O. is a poetic exploration of technology and its impact on society. The lyrics express a sense of urgency and desperation as the singer navigates a dystopian world. The opening lines, "Tu sens cette odeur? Celle du sang de tes pairs / Tu cours après l’heure, tu cours après l’heure" (Do you smell that scent? The scent of your brethren's blood / You're running after time, running after time) suggest a violent and chaotic world.


The singer is described as reciting his code source and DNA, indicating a technologically advanced environment where humans have merged with machines. The line "Atlantis" is repeated throughout the song, perhaps referring to a lost civilization or an ideal society that has been lost to time. The chorus, "C’est bien la fin, plus d’espoirs / Demain l’immer-sion démarre / Plus de repos, pour les braves / Noie ton chagrin, pauvre esclave" (It's the end, no more hope / Tomorrow the immersion starts / No rest for the brave / Drown your sorrow, poor slave) suggests that the singer has resigned himself to a bleak future where immersion in technology is the only escape.


The song seems to be a warning about the potential consequences of our relationship with technology. The use of the word "slave" in the chorus suggests that surrendering to technology can lead to a loss of freedom and agency. Overall, "Atlantis" is a haunting and thought-provoking exploration of the intersection between humanity and technology.


Line by Line Meaning

Tu sens cette odeur? Celle du sang de tes pairs
Do you smell that? The scent of your fellow humans dying around you.


Tu cours après l'heure, tu cours après l'heure
You're always chasing time, never able to catch up.


Un diamant de verre, pacotille ineffable
A worthless glass diamond, an indescribable trinket.


Des millions de grains, des millions de grains de sable
Countless grains of sand, each insignificant on its own.


Tu récites ton code source, ton ADN
You recite your programming, your DNA.


Ton programme s’exécute, sans que rien ne te freine
Your program runs, nothing can stop it.


Atlantis
Atlantis


C’est bien la fin, plus d’espoirs
It's the end, no more hope.


Demain l’immer-sion démarre
Tomorrow, the immersion begins.


Plus de repos, pour les braves
No more rest for the brave.


Noie ton chagrin, pauvre esclave
Drown your sorrow, poor slave.


Ami entends-tu? Le chant des sirènes?
Friend, do you hear the song of the sirens?


Se briser sur toi en avalant tes chaines
Crashing upon you, swallowing your chains.


Compte jusqu’à 3. Et tu voleras sans ailes
Count to 3, and you'll fly without wings.


Des millions de grains, des millions de grains de sels
Countless grains of salt, stinging your wounds.


Tu saisis la nuance, et ton corps frêle
You understand the subtlety, and your frail body knows it's too late.


Sait bien qu’il est trop tard, nul n’est immortel
It knows it's too late, no one is immortal.


C’est bien la fin, plus d’espoirs
It's the end, no more hope.


Demain l’immer-sion démarre
Tomorrow, the immersion begins.


Plus de repos, pour les braves
No more rest for the brave.


Noie ton chagrin, pauvre esclave
Drown your sorrow, poor slave.




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Written by: Loup Marandet

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Masterpiece

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Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis

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Like a crime soundtrack.
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cool and funky, for sure, but, apparently not classified stylistically, including Jazz-Funk.

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