The
Paris-based band Lethal Sister shared their song about the society-generated seductive
pull of status and riches. Radio, television, newspapers, and even your
personal laptop present a trap fashioned to pressure people to pursue wealth
and power. That is, they present a “Honeypot.” As stated in the lyrics, “They
all say the same shit / About things you need to get /It’s just a honeypot.”
The
song blends Rock and Post-Punk sensibilities into an energetically aggressive
melodic fabric with an emphasis on tension. The gritty guitars present a steady
rhythm almost throughout “Honeypot.”
Lethal
Sister recently released the nine-track song album “Plunge,”
which is available at their Bandcamp site https://lethalsister.bandcamp.com/album/plunge.
The members of the band are Vincent Dangla (drums), Lubin Lemonnier (bass, vocals),
Pierre Massé (guitar, vocals), and Martin Teychené (guitar, vocals). Their bio states:
Lethal Sister is a rock band built on a love of post-punk and stoner rock. Initially formed for a concert, this project is now our outlet, our window, our refuge. “Everyone puts a piece of their soul into it. The world is as beautiful as it is disgusting, life is as magnificent as it is insane, I still need to shout it out.”
“Honeypot”
by Lethal Sister
Lethal Sister is a rock band built on a love of post-punk and stoner rock. Initially formed for a concert, this project is now our outlet, our window, our refuge. “Everyone puts a piece of their soul into it. The world is as beautiful as it is disgusting, life is as magnificent as it is insane, I still need to shout it out.”
Lyrics of “Honeypot” by Lethal Sister
When you’re poor it ain’t funny,
I see my mother’s face
She told us we could get honey
But I'm sitting in front of a plate that doesn’t look tasty, sorry…
When you’re rich you ain’t lucid,
You have to crush your own brother,
They told us we could have power
But now I have no one to call except the guy who takes care of my money
On the magazine
On the radio
On the TV screen
On your personal laptop
When you read the newspaper
When they sell you happiness
When they tell you to work hard
When they smile at you
They all say the same shit
About things you need to get
It’s just a honeypot
Being alive makes no sense
I heard that from a cousin
Sometime I feel like I need to change
Sometime my eyes are caught by a screen I just can’t stop watching
It changes as I’m scrolling
I just can’t stop watching
It changes as I’m scrolling
I could have no face, it wouldn’t change
I could forget how to smile and greet
I could become invisible
The zombies never pay attention…
To the magazine
To the radio
To the TV screen
To their personal laptop
They all say the same shit
About the things they need to get
It’s just a honeypot
Money!
Or people…
Money!
Or people
When you’re poor it ain’t funny,
I see my mother’s face
She told us we could get honey
But I'm sitting in front of a plate that doesn’t look tasty, sorry…
When you’re rich you ain’t lucid,
You have to crush your own brother,
They told us we could have power
But now I have no one to call except the guy who takes care of my money
On the magazine
On the radio
On the TV screen
On your personal laptop
When you read the newspaper
When they sell you happiness
When they tell you to work hard
When they smile at you
They all say the same shit
About things you need to get
It’s just a honeypot
Being alive makes no sense
I heard that from a cousin
Sometime I feel like I need to change
Sometime my eyes are caught by a screen I just can’t stop watching
It changes as I’m scrolling
I just can’t stop watching
It changes as I’m scrolling
I could have no face, it wouldn’t change
I could forget how to smile and greet
I could become invisible
The zombies never pay attention…
To the magazine
To the radio
To the TV screen
To their personal laptop
They all say the same shit
About the things they need to get
It’s just a honeypot
Money!
Or people…
Money!
Or people
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