🎵 Drockhead
A song by Lazare Donatien
Some men go unnoticed.
Others leave a mark.
Lazare Donatien belongs to a third category: those you contact in a low voice, when an object refuses to remain inanimate, when a mirror smiles a little too long, or when a presence lingers where it no longer belongs.
Antique dealer by day, he knows the value of things.
Drockhead by essence, he knows the weight of the souls that cling to them.
This song is his.
An elegant tone, a dry wit, a boundary you brush against without ever quite crossing.
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🎶 The Song
Drockhead – performed by Lazare Donatien
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Lazare Donatien – Booktrailer & Drockhead
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📝 Lyrics
Have you ever shuddered at the touch of an old object?
A doll staring at you… a mirror smiling back?
If your answer is yes…
Put it down. Gently.
Come closer. And let's talk.
Verse 1
Antique dealer by day, my smoke screen
Around a shelf, a soul keeps its secrets
A spirit trapped in a writing desk?
A chatty ghost? That would be something!
Nothing is done with screams, I negotiate
The supernatural is a Drockhead's business, my friend
A touch of elbow grease, a spark of genius
Chorus
I am Lazare Donatien, Drockhead is my synonym
The vast Otherworld is my playground
A thin balance, an infinitesimal border
If I let go, the world tips over — just that, old boy
So if you feel a presence haunting your steps
Don't call the authorities… call me quietly
I break spells, I purify,
Before vanishing without a trace.
Verse 2
A teapot whistling without water? A classic.
A mirror showing you someone else? Pathetic.
I lay my hand, I feel the cold, I sort it out.
"Have you quite finished? The door is there. Thank you."
Sometimes a noble cause… sometimes a simple curse.
The idea remains the same: guide souls to their home.
I'm not a saviour. Just a champion passing through.
A guardian of borders. A ferryman of ages.
Chorus
I am Lazare Donatien, Drockhead is my synonym
The vast Otherworld is my playground
A thin balance, an infinitesimal border
If I let go, the world tips over — just that, old boy
So if you feel a presence haunting your steps
Don't call the authorities… call me quietly
I break spells, I purify,
Before vanishing without a trace.
Bridge
The border is thin. Very thin.
A stitch that tears… a draft that comes alive…
And there's the invitation to chaos.
I have no intention of playing the hero.
Spread the word.
I know my business.
I have the right tools,
And I use them.
Chorus
I am Lazare Donatien, Drockhead is my synonym
The vast Otherworld is my playground
A thin balance, an infinitesimal border
If I let go, the world tips over — just that, old boy
So if you feel a presence haunting your steps
Don't call the authorities… call me quietly
I break spells, I purify,
Before vanishing without a trace.
Outro
Next time you feel a soul in your mirror…
Don't call a priest.
Call a Drockhead.
And if by chance I don't answer…
It's probably because I'm doing inventory.
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