Rockstone Poulet

Rockstone Poulet

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The belief that Sid Vicious and Elvis weren't dead created a band called RockStone Poulet. By mighty guitar chords and Garage sounds, they hope to find the vibe which leads to the "distraught-rockstar" secret island, settled since the early 60s. There, they would play their subversive Punk n'roll...

Biography

RockStone Poulet is mixed influenced between old school punk and post punk (the clash/joy division), and modern power pop singers (dandy warhols/supergrass).
Our huge difference with the other bands is the high energy we set up during our shows. Fake self-importance or real madness ? Have a guess...

Lyrics

Back To Your Side

Written By: Terry Dick Hull

She walks on smelly eggs
Nothing’s gonna end
Until any’s broken
Let her beg, let her beg

The trees are getting scarce
Her life is meaningless
May she be blessed
‘cause nobody cares

All the stars that sparkle your eyes
Are the answers I search deep inside
All the stars you’re staring tonight
Could bring soon light back to your side

The earth’s torn under her feet
That’s crazy how she’s fit… oh…
She was born with no hunger
The world is crying on its flowers

The whole feeling is mixed
Is she there, am I here ?
The whole feeling is fixed
You wondered and I’ll wonder

All the stars that sparkle your eyes
Are the answers I search deep inside
All the stars you’re staring tonight
Could bring soon light back to your side

Step by step
I’m getting wet
No such sun for ages
Climb this mount and reach the monks
Flight after flight
I’m getting tired
My wings are burning fast
Land on this mount to reach the monks (x2)

She walks on smelly eggs
Nothing’s gonna end
May she be blessed
‘cause nobody cares
no nobody fucking cares
they don’t care, they don’t care neither
those motherfuckers they don’t care
fucking hell, fucking assholes
they don’t care, they don’t caaaaare !

Smoke My Youth

Written By: Terry Dick Hull

All I want now is to have fun
All you need is no oppression
Gimme a break till the hurricane kills us kills us kills us
All I want now is lots of guns
All you need girl is no submission
Gimme a break, or just silence silence silence

I’m flying over my life
Can’t stop, smoke my youth

All I want is to hide the sun
All you need is no repression
Gimme a break till the hurricane blows us blows us blows us
All I want now is a rythm
Though you need a bloody reason
Gimme a break, or just silence silence silence

I’m flying over my life
Can’t stop, smoke my youth

(…) GO !

S… T… O… P for god sake STOP !!!

Manchester

Written By: Terry Dick Hull

No help but medication
You know that I feel crap
Booze gets me up for motion
No water from the tap
Gimme your skinny hand
I will pull you down to the jaws of hell x3

To the jaws o’ hell…

I’ve been screwed over and over
Now I linger on my issues
Will I drink bitter or lagger ?
Get drunk and vomit on their shoes ? x3

From the jaws o’ hell…

Bridge :
That’s the sound of reproach and pity
Liverpool, Glasgow and Manchester city
Being fucked up is so easy
And a great help to escape from misery

FUCKING HELL !!! Manchester is the place to be
FUCKING HELL !!! Manchester is the place to live
FUCKING HELL !!! Manchester is the place to be
FUCKING HELL !!! Manchester is the place to leave

Manchester is the place to be
Manchester is the place to live
Manchester is the place to be
Manchester is the place to leave

Sex drugs and punk n’roll
Sex drugs and punk n’roll
Sex drugs and punk n’roll
Sex drugs and punk n’roll
SEX DRUGS… and punk n’ rolllll

My Little Things

Written By: Terry Dick Hull

After all these years
All I remember
Is the way you stared at me
It’s written under my skin
I still have butterflies in my belly
When I watch our movie
Of all the little things…

Saliva beside my lips
Your cheeks getting rose
Your smell through my nose
And my hand on your hips
Pieces of details
Or general feeling
You’re brought from a tale
I’m still writing, reading and filling
With all the little things…

c..c..c..come on !

I can’t forget / you’re my little things
You’re not off yet / you’re my little things
I’m close you bet with all the little things
I can’t forget / you’re my little things
You’re not off yet / you’re my little things
I’m close you bet …

A love letter in my wallet
Or your knocks at the door
Sunday mornings with fresh baguette
And your smile on the mirror
You were a kiss on my eye
A warm tea when I’m ill
For sure I don’t lie
When I remind and think about all the little things

I can’t forget / you’re my little things
You’re not off yet / you’re my little things
I’m close you bet with all the little things
I can’t forget / you’re my little things
You’re not off yet / you’re my little things
I’m close you bet with all the little things (3+1 mesures : waaaaaaa)
I can’t forget / you’re my little things
You’re not off yet / you’re my little things
I’m close you bet with all the little things
I can’t forget / you’re my little things
You’re not off yet / you’re my little things
I’m close you bet …

Discography

The first demo is released for a year, some student radios have put 'back to your side' on air

Set List

- Manchester
- Focusing
- Past
- Me myself and Hyde
- Leaving the cemetery
- The sun don't shine anymore
- Back to your side
- No Wheel
- Smoke my youth
- RSP's back

We often play from 30 min to 1 hour

We played a cover, once : Parklife (Blur)