[EXCLU] Le It. machine de Tohu Bohu

« Et dans ce salon, tout imprégné des odeurs furieuses de l’ambre et du patchouli, c’était un vacarme, un brouhaha, un tohu-bohu ! » écrit Huysmans. Rien de tintamarresque avec ce charivari au groove imparable taillé pour les pistes de danse des nuits moites. Tohu Bohu fait monter la température avec ses synthé vintage et sa basse lascive.

Tohu Bohu – It.

It got the power
To make you believe in its promises
Knows your desires
Don’t let it fool you with its prophecies

You can’t deny it
You got a craving for gold and you know it
It feeds on those kind of things
And its about to use it

Then it could come in your dreams
If you let it it will drink your soul
And when you know it’s for real
It will be too late for you to go

It won’t allow you
To flee or to take a second to breathe out
And as you’re choking
You won’t be able to scream or to shout

Then it could come in your dreams
If you let it it will drink your soul
And when you know it’s for real
It will be too late for you to go