The Shell
The Shell is an alternative rock band from St. Gallen, Switzerland. They currently are Patrice Lambeau (vocals, rhythm guitar), Michael Frommenwiler (bass), Sacha Leuenberger (lead guitar) and Christoph Schorro (drums). The band was formed by childhood friends Lambeau and Fromenwiler in 1996 and have since gone on to enjoy success in their native Switzerland and throughout Europe.
History
Early years (1996–2004)
Lambeau and Fromenwiler formed The Shell in spring 1996. After an unsuccessful search for band members in St. Gallen they moved to San Francisco in 1998 where they played a series of live shows with a local drummer. Upon returning to Switzerland they joined with drummer Roger Cadalbert and guitarist Raphael Cernelc before moving to London in 2000 where for six months they played a series of shows and worked on new material.
In February 2001 the band recorded their first demo CD in Stuttgart, Germany which was supported by shows at Rock am See, the Montreux Jazz Festival, St. Gallen Open Air and a support act with grunge band Bush.
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by Kid Cudi
The Mood
by: Kid CudiShades over my eyes
Make the creepers look back at themselves
Sitting stuck in emotional bliss
The skinny model girls want coke on their gums
Tap my knee
I'm keepin' the rythym
The young and wild take chances together
They all jump up, twist and groove
But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood
Hey, there's a hunger in the night
The moonlight kissing the nips on the model frame
I kissed her inner thigh
Closed my eyes, she began to make me fit
She like to go the mile, all the while
I can see her tear bit
I forgot her name
Something that sounds like Penelope
May be a French twang to it
Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism
She like that young nigga vibe my brown skin
My shagged out fro
I'm king to her
She will please her friend for me
So funny how they starvin regardless
Naked as always, honest
her hands all over my privates
Lost in the mood
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood
But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood
No one talks, lost in the mood