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crossroads
04:13
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CROSSROADS
SIX STRINGS TO DREAM
SIX STRINGS TO LIVE
ONE VOICE TO SING
ONE VOICE TO SCREAM
EVERY EVENING A NEW STAGE TO PLAY
EVERY NIGHT A NEW STORY TO SUFFER
CHORUS :
PRAY THE DEVIL AGAIN
AT THE CROSSROADS IN THE NIGHT
TO SOLD YOUR SOUL TO NOWHERE
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like an old dinosaur
03:37
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like an old dinosaur
I woke up this morning, turned on the tv
Wars and death everywhere
My screen seemed to be bleeding
Like a piglet whose throat had been slit
So I took my uzi and shot it in the face
Now, I think about Buck with a rope around his neck
I think about the Che murdered by the CIA dogs
And Coltrane looking for freedom with his saxophone
I feel like an old dinosaur
Waiting for the big meteor
That’ll wipe every living thing off this earth
And maybe the giant squid will rule the world forever
I was driving my car last night
Listening to the radio
Slaughters, everywhere
My radio seemed to be crying
Like a young girl scared by wolves
So I took my uzi and shot it in the face
Now, I think about Buck with a rope around his neck
I think about the Che murdered by the CIA dogs
And Coltrane looking for freedom with his saxophone
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Need a song by Frankie Stubbs
In my dream I was in a dirty cage
but the door was opened
so I ran outside
And i walked to the spicy river
In the dam there was Cuty Beaver
and we danced
after we met Lady Brook Trout
she said it was really time for a stout
so we shout :
Where's the pub ?
Around this shrubs ?
Where is Frankie Stubbs ?
Where's the pub ?
Don't need dub
Don't wanna snub you babe
I just need a song by Frankie Stubbs
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4. |
No coming back
04:05
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NO COMING BACK
YOU RE GONNA FIND SOME FIRE
YOU RE GONNA MELT METAL
YOU RE GONNA MAKE WEAPONS
AND YOU WILL GO TO WAR
YOU RE GONNA DIVIDE / PEOPLE OF OUR OWN KIND
YOU RE GONNA DIVIDE / PEOPLE OF OUR OWN KIND
YOU RE GONNA ENSLAVE /
PEOPLE WHO DONT LOOK LIKE YOU
YOU RE GONNA SLAUGHTER / THE OTHERS
DO YOU FEEL LIKE POISONING WATER / AIR ?
DO YOU FEEL LIKE CUTTING SOME TREES ?
DO YOU FEEL LIKE POISONING WATER ?
DO YOU FEEL LIKE CUTTING SOME TREES ?
THERE MAY BE NO COMING BACK
HE MADE THE MAN FOR HIS IMAGE
I AM NOT TRYING / TO SHAKE YOU DOWN ... THERE MAY BE NO COMING BACK ...
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5. |
Rock'n'roll fever
04:58
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6. |
book of dreams
03:22
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our nature is to fly
03:07
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OUR NATURE IS TO FLY
OUR NATURE IS TO FLY
SAID STEPHEN HAWKING
OUR NATURE IS TO CRY
WHEN WE LOST SOMEONE LOVED
OUR NATURE IS TO TRY
TO BE THE MOST HUMAN
EVERY SECOND OF OUR MISERABLE LIFE
BUT WE ARE WORKING HARD EVERY DAY
TO BRING SOME BREAD
TO OUR KIDS EVERY NIGHT
THIS FACTORY IS KILLING US AND STEAL US
THE REST OF OUR DIGNITY
SO I WANNA TRY , I WANNA FLY, I DONT
WANNA CRY...
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8. |
algorithm
03:19
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Algorithm
I AM LOST IN THIS MOUNTAIN
BIG SNOW FLAKES REMINDS ME
QUEEN STREET AND LITTLE POLAND
FEBRUARY, A LONG TIME AGO
THIS AMBER BEER IS CHEERING ME UP
TIME TO THINK ABOUT THIS SITUATION
I AM TRAPPED IN A SINUSOID
MY BRAIN WORKS LIKE AN OLD DROID
CHORUS :
I AM FLYING ON A LOOP
A NEVERENDING ONE
I NEED TO GET OUT
OF THIS ALGORITHM
I AM LOST ON THIS BIG LAKE
DROPS OF RAIN REMINDS ME
KILLASHANDRA, CAVAN COUNTY
PIKE FISHING, A LONG TIME AGO
THIS IRISH MALT IS CHEERING ME UP
TIME TO RESOLVE THE SITUATION
I AM TRAPPED IN A SINUSOID
MY BRAIN WORKS LIKE AN OLD DROID
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9. |
wrecked city
04:45
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wrecked city
Bob works hard six days a week
Every night he goes out and feels like a brick
in his whole life he has never shed a tear
He hangs around in bars drinking lots of beer
When he’s too drunk, he wants to fight for fun
All the guys he punched, oh, now they run !!
He’s not ready to calm down He’s not ready to fall down
this urban life blinds him and drives him crazy Welcome to this wrecked city
Janey believed in love when she was young and bold
She lived with a man who didn’t grow old
He would say you can’t remain young if you settle down
So after two years of paradise he left this dirty town
Janey never understood why, now she’s walking on the edge
She’s looking for something else; she’d like to turn the page
she’s not ready to give up pills she’s not ready to cross beautiful hills
this urban life blinds her and drives her crazy Welcome to this wrecked city
Jim, a black boy, been looking for a job
When you’re eighteen and black, it’s hard to find one
He took his father’s gun in his hands
And crawled the streets like a snake in the sand
He stole a car and ran after hours
For a little while, he thought he had (or he had gotten) the power
He’s not ready to calm down He’s not ready to fall down
this urban life blinds him and drives him crazy Welcome to this wrecked city
I’m not proud to live in this wrecked (damaged) country
I’m not sure I could live in another country
Last night I was hidden in this dusty pub
The band played loud, it was kind of hard dub
I saw my uncle Scotty who works for the army
After some drinks, he asked me “boy, are you ready?”
I’m not ready for this country I’m not ready for anybody
this urban life blinds me and drives me crazy I live in this wrecked city
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10. |
the bridge
03:05
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The bridge
This morning at the break of dawn
I walked to the bridge,
That one we promised ourselves we’d jump off
So many years ago
chorus :
Before my hair and my beard was starting to gray
You used to get so high I used to get so drunk
Every night, Every day Every night, Every day
We tried to go forward,
We chose different paths
But we often crossed On this very bridge
With love and hate in our eyes
chorus :
And now I’m lying here On this little bridge
Watching as the river flows
Reflecting like the water on the choices I made
the choices I made All those years ago.
Today I’m 44, married with two kids of my won
I still live here in the city you left
You couldn’t stand it here anymore
I hope you’ve found the peace you were searching for
Have you found your way south Like in your little girl dreams? (2*)
chorus :
Do you still listen to my old tunes
On cold rainy afternoons
Bringing smiles and tears to your pretty face?
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my hand in your face Poitiers, France
My Hand In Your Face existe depuis 20 ans, d’abord en solo Sam jamme ensuite avec Denis et prend une tournure plus blues . Accompagnés de.Xavier (basse) et de Loic (batterie), la musique évolue dans un rock-folk-blues indé voir psyché, difficile à cerner ! ... more
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