Stanislas teams up with Venty Venty to craft ‘No tube,’ a raw blend of confession and ambition. PushK joins them in arranging the tune, mixing melancholy synths with sparse beats. The track feels like a late-night journal entry set to music, where personal promises collide with restless energy.
Released: January 28, 2026
No tube
Stanislas
Lyricist
Venty Venty, Stanislas Stanislas
Composer
Venty Venty, Stanislas Stanislas, Pushk
No tube Lyrics Translation – Stanislas
Stanislas swings between resolve and weariness, telling his mom he’ll ‘be a star this season’ while admitting he’s ‘completely empty.’ Red Bull and cigarettes become symbols of his grind—’I hate waking up to them,’ he sings, yet they fuel his creative defiance. The repetition of ‘To you / To me / To us’ twists from dedication to desperation.
J’vous Donnerai Pas D’tubesI won’t give you any ‘hits’,
Juste L’automnejust autumn.
Toi Et Moi Et Ce SonYou and me and this sound.
Maman Guette Comment J’manifesteMom, watch how I’m making my stand.
J’vais Devenir Une Star Cette SaisonI’m going to be a star this season.
J’vais Devenir Quelqu’un J’te Le PrometsI’m going to become someone, I promise you.
À NousTo us.
À Tous Ceux Qui Se Sont Jamais AttachésTo all those who’ve never gotten attached.
À ToiTo you.
À MoiTo me.
À NousTo us.
À ToiTo you.
À MoiTo me.
À NousTo us.
À ToiTo you.
ToiYou.
Red Bull CigaretteRed Bull, cigarettes.
Red Bull CigaretteRed Bull and cigarettes.
J’déteste Me Réveiller Et Faire Red Bull CigaretteI hate waking up to a Red Bull and a cigarette.
Ils Aimeraient Nous Foutre Dans Une CaseThey’d love to stick us in a box,
J’ai Toujours Été Claustrophobebut I’ve always been claustrophobic.
Pose Ton PhonePut down your phone.
J’meurs Devant L’écranI’m dying in front of the screen.
Ils Appellent Ça L’automneThey call this autumn.
J’ressens Plus RienI don’t feel anything anymore.
J’espère Que J’pourrai Chialer À La CigaleI hope I’ll be able to cry at ‘the Cigale’.
Maman M’dit « Tes Textes Sont Toujours Tristes » Ça M’est ÉgalMom tells me, “Your lyrics are always sad,” but I don’t care.
Parfois J’suis À Deux Doigts D’foutre Ma Vie En L’airSometimes I’m on the verge of throwing my life away,
Pour Avoir Des Trucs À Direjust to have things to say,
Pour Avoir Des Trucs À Fairejust to have things to do.
Là J’sors PlusI don’t go out anymore.
J’enlève Ma ChicoI take my hair down.
L’été C’était Pas Si MocheSummer wasn’t so bad.
Le Froid C’est Pas Si BeauThe cold isn’t so beautiful.
J’danse Dans Mon AppartI’m dancing in my apartment,
Sur Le Monde Chicoabove the world, Chico.
Dis-moi On En Est OùTell me where we’re at.
Dis-moi On En Est OùTell me what our situation is.
Dis-moi On En Est OùTell me where things stand.
Dis-moi On En Est OùTell me where we are now.
Non Maman C’est Pas À Cause De ToiNo, Mom, it’s not because of you
If you want to understand ‘No tube,’ the lyrics trace the friction between hunger for fame and private numbness. Stanislas writes French alt-pop for anyone who’s ever blasted music in an empty room, pretending the walls are cheering.
