1. |
The Bravest Upon Me
05:42
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The bravest from my side
Opened a trunk that was insane
Dozens of pigs tight, having a chicken pit time
The more fucked up the weirdos are, the
More I care about joining them
Let’s have a pint we’re thirsty
And think bullshits to do as now we’re equal monkeys
Chorus:
It’s high time to introduce my friends
They pee inside carousels
It’s not a matter of the way they do it
But that they got empowered
Bridge:
The plan is to band with faithful thieves
Pack of thorny shaping a troop
Those badass would remove the grips and take a loop
I swim in terror, is that a freak or a mirror?
Sure
is that a freak or a mirror?
Can’t help with the impact they got
In a sip all’s gonna drop
I sink, riding a sticky board appealing bright storm
Again a kick makes my liver twist
Fellow I owe you a couple of fists
We get around catch the casual sluts
Oh god it starts again a trap
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
The kind of cocky cops we betray
Leaving the remains in the ashtray
Bob’s caught a crank, now the cravens got a stamped ass
Again the same tape on stereo
We can’t get rid of stereotypes
The brightest is son of rich
The bravest guess, is a son of a bitch
(Chorus)
The plan is to band with faithful thieves
Pack of thorny shapin’ a troop
(C) - 2014
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2. |
Damn Sexy Not Easy
05:50
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Fond of all the good intentions
Streaming off of you
Deeply skilled to call attention
That’s the best you do
On the shortest way toward calefaction
Upcoming through me
No more gaze will seem to be cold
She already got my access codes
Chorus:
Damn sexy it’s not easy, she runs in the harshest way
Hang atop the devil whispers, “It’s a new sensation
For inmates drowning in moats”
She’s appealing and locking my controllers
Gorgeous, Godless
The amazon rides in a cheeky way
She drives my soul crispy and stray
Motor mechanic merges with brunette’s flesh
Metal magnet skin makes it fresh
The freak is bending to fill the tank
My outraged hand goes to spank
Gasoline spreading throughout the scene
Boiling blood getting me red skin
(Chorus)
Any man should blow up intoxicated
As no more sin is granted
A potential barrel of TNT
This Aphrodite is thirsty
Bleeding nose and chopped tongue
Something in between went wrong
The story occurs and so on and so on
The curse leaves me her Davidson
The curse leaves me her Davidson
The curse leaves me her Davidson
Damn sexy is not easy, she calls attention
Gazes aren’t cold toward calefaction
Aphrodite, Aphrodite got me
Bridge:
Sat down in the corner Crystallized fool
Never again will be in such a, such a tricky move
Right down in the corner lost up to you
Never never never again will be in sucha tricky move
The curse leaves me her Davidson x2
Damn sexy not easy, red hair metal skin
Barrel of TNT throughout the scene
I just been punched, I just got drugged
(Bridge)
Fond of all the good intentions
Streaming off of you
Deeply skilled to call attention
That’s the best you do
The kind of stuff I should avoid
Same story always repeats on
Dirty practices in freedom it’s priceless
Let it be let’s again face the mess
(C) - 2014
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3. |
Chuchi
04:33
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Yeah you’re “Chuchi” cause
Nothing is as precious
As you blushing cutie Wow!
And the curves of your movements
If you’ve got some motivation
To fulfil the temptations
Let’s get the dance crazy we’re fair
On top shake your loose hair!
Chorus:
You gonna know me
What is behind the stage is insane
A saint feeling I appreciate
Is the desire without fake
I’ll find out the greed side
That emphasizes your ride
My intentions are secrets
Kept under wraps under sheets
You’ll face to face with the pillow
The contacts are so narrow
Bridge:
Pack your case so we go fly
There is more power at night
For a connection with me
I’ve got no soul I’m a creep
No more move is clumsy
It starts being spicy
The floor is hell magmatic
Positions enigmatic
Your shapes are cosy
How not to be naughty
Flesh to flesh poke to poke
Surrounded by the fuck
(Chorus)
(Verse 1 repeats)
(Bridge)
Grab me baby
The gate is about to shut down
I know you are Chuchi
When my mind is upside down
The scratches on my body
Stamps of the erotic struggle
The goal of my horny
Is to be caught as a bagel (Gr gr)
When my mind is as upset as yours I know you got my name
(Bridge)
(C) - 2014
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4. |
The Blunder Maker
04:14
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OK OK I get the point
You silly bastards want it
The story of the wretched one
One, two three four
He reaches the floor
First attempt causes the disgrace
Then thunder and the bill raises
Who will pay for all the mistakes?
Fortunately this scrambled jackass
He’s got so far
Plenty of troubles
All the time blazin’
Through his moustache sayin’ :
“Hopefully I’ll get back the cool wave
Grey stuff and bluesy chords are all what I have
Sharing even the path with crappy staff
Ok I spent my life being scrambled ouch!”
He inspired all the scientists
They drove surveys on his shits
2 actions on 3 are led by
The black bile of his sad side
Chorus:
I’ve been shoving 70 times
All of your jerky projects
Clap clap to you
Crap crap for you
You’ve been wasting 70 sparks
Of the few hopes we had
The crew will never recover
Everything is messed up
Get the hell out of here
It’s an orgy haven’t you seen
Among them you are the midst
One two three four
Hey you are the blitz
For so long you’ve been observed
They’re sneaky and so patient
So you commit with no reserve
Pow! Not sufficient!
You’ve been so far
Target of judgments
Blunder maker
Oh take this advice :
“Carry your thoughts out, be the master
Get the control on what you deserve
Stop sprinkling on your wounds black pepper
It’s gonna for sure relieve your nerves”
(Chorus)
How to face such a fate
It’s unfair, sorry mate
Keep faith, keep on going
Ahead, definitely knowing
Don’t blame the tiny burden
Avoid shame, kick out verb sadden
For your daily flight
For your non-stop fight
(Chorus)
(C) - 2014
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5. |
On The Last Road
06:43
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Introduction:
“I used to run, trying to escape from people’s fear. I share all the pains, it’s awful
Things are changing, I’m going to hit the road a last time, for a last journey of freedom
I feel that at the end of the day, things will be so different, tough, unstable, troubles are coming”.
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Chorus:
Stateless nomad I belong to every crossed land
The engine scanning the soiled ground, the blasted souls and the burning sand
Modern knight, joust as lifestyle, oh yeah for so long I didn’t bow,
No masters no crowns, my schemes unjust as my behavior is raw
Bridge:
I’m gonna celebrate, a last day on the highway
Landowner from a modern wave surely astray
Digging a red line scattering whiskey
In the groove of my wheels
Broken signs on endless journey
For death I took to my heels
There people are sorted by gentry
Egomania in the auditoria
No sympathy for society
I get rid of shits so see ya’
(Bridge)
Sneaky bastards, from all the sides
Will I be free, when the sun rises ?
Broken thoughts how to decide
A threatened mind is always blind
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
So as a passenger I check
Insane scenes throughout my trek
I don’t wanna use my brake
A faster rush for a better crash
Scavengers on the lookout
Omens for the future
There are ravens and vultures
I see vices in all subcultures
Suddenly an earthquake, damages my impetus
No more time to overtake, the danger expecting us
On last line I save the whiskey
Soon we’ll reach the tough ground
All’s about to be funky
A new round with deep wounds
(Chorus) x 2
(C) - 2015
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6. |
Introduction (Phase 2)
02:49
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Well I wake up in a bed, so nacked
Oh someone is beside
So I ask “tell me what’s your name again?”
She says “go fucker”
Ohhh come on You don’t really mean it?
Agh
It’s such a long way to make
Crap
Well done, ok I’ll Pack my stuff
I’ve lost a couple of shits
Today will start a great journey
Don’t know where to go
Oh god It’s freezing outside
Time to make a choice
A choice between two lines
Try the bad one
You guys come on !
Let’s do some shits !
(C) - 2016
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7. |
The Virus
07:37
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Let’s get out of tha’ damn last road
Harmful forces are chasing my bruises
Something’s stealing my self-control
My brain is having a last break with my soul
Pissed off the symptoms, you unfaithful phantoms!
You shake in my flesh scattered atoms
Threats are spreading, in panorama
Psionic attacks for a psychodrama
And you, the Virus
You drench my wonky empire
You turn everything into oxidizer
We should have crossed the bridges through the lands
But baby your heart runs with another man
Kissing me you slipped into my mind
I told you, none whishes what is behind
You've just switched on a punchy mental war
Now my pretty messy world is like bipolar
Step one the Virus gets in
No idea of what it’s diggin’ x2
What is it doing to me
The deal, or the death
The Virus, harasses
More sore I can’t
Give me back my whole soul
It’s in pieces
Give me back my hole soul
Ohh Piece of shit!
Step two sight affects
It goes til’ you accept the side effects x2
Oh carry my ashes baby
All the dreams were lovely
But hung on your tender hips
I get consumed by your diamond lips
Pissed of your symptoms, your unfaithful phantoms
They shook in my flesh scattered atoms
Bones are bursted, it’s all what I heard
We passed the deal my mind is quartered
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8. |
AMFAK
05:34
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Objet de mises à l’écart frappé à bien des égards
Parcourant ce monde fou de part en part
Tous connards je plaide les abrutis se succèdent
All my friends are knuckleheads
Je suis Nash, le bougre à double face
Ma pensée se construit puis s’efface
Quand un hémisphère cérébral est en friche
Il voit l’autre prospérer maléfice
Auto destruction quand il y a deux humeurs
Trop de flagellations du psychisme intérieur
Les deux protagonistes sont en réalité
Les personnifications de mon tempérament dessoudé
(Refrain)
Mes compères impulsent la lésion stomacale
Mon système nerveux pulse au plafond et s'emballe
Dans la sombre ambiance les excès nous bouffent
A l'agonie je suffoque je dois fuir j'étouffe
Unique soutien prise de neuroleptiques
Cet en-cas quotidien qui vire automatique
Acquis de contrôle ? Non mirage sans crier gare
Un truc qui enrôle s’empare de toutes parts
(Refrain)
Pont :
On m’enferme à la marge à ma décharge je suis l’incompris
Camisolé, en cage la contention découd mon esprit
Qu’en est-il de toi ? Ta condition n’est pas ce masque
Que tu arbores car au fond ta dépression te déclasse
(Refrain)
Dans ma sombre salle pas une menace ne nous frôle
A l’ abri des balles on lutte contre la camisole
Je dois me résoudre à ma pensée lyrique
Dehors on veut en découdre dans une situation anomique
Besoin d’un manuscrit la parole jamais ne reste
Eh scribe rédige les textes test
Le schizo cherche son salut par la possession
Et s’empare des âmes d’une armée de soldats de plomb.
(Pont)
SOLO
(Refrain)
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9. |
Persona
05:48
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Yeah impressions are crazy right?
The day pretends a clear mind (but twisted at night)
Yeah the fool feigns a lot
Just plays the game (we become the game)
Of the mask that you cannot trust
Yes “It seems like” based on thoughts only
What we guess is not always, you know truly
I'm not freed from the shit mass
Why you point out my fuckin' easy life?
Supposedly comfortable but it costs a lot
Actually in turmoil I should have lost a plot
Achievement fans the flames and projects
The Sword of Damocles in each bliss and grace
Chorus:
We got the same old pain
(The pain behind illusion)
Pull off the mask over you!
Again the same odd shades
(The disguise and the guy fusion it leads to altered vision)
Tenaciously feigning serenity
Hiding tensions boiling deeply
A blue disarray turns to red
I need to keep face, moral is misled
(Chorus)
Such an honour to own tha' mask
Disavantageous product of fantasm
It feeds desire but tightens its holder
Luck is scattered in a messy folder
INSTRUMENTAL
(Chorus)
Again again again
If you can't see through don't misjudge
The unclear view often holds a grudge
There's a game based on perception
Act one led you in a confusion
(Chorus)
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10. |
For The Blues
09:24
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Here’s for the blues going through the veins
The blue blood from the muddy pains
If they left the legacy safe, you know I’m gonna claim
Chorus:
But the matter
Is that it hurts
Before you sing a song
You drop in shaky thorn
Dipping your nib
Under blue skin
Withdraw what
Made so much tears
You know the blues never liked nobody
You know it just hits how not to be moody
But the lowly still keep on being smiling
(Chorus)
Bridge:
The trouble is not the way
But what you’ve done with that
The highest step for the crown
Or the Deepest for the drop
We swim in muddy waters
In a span without no shelters
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
We used to write in quicksand
Because lyrics need a vicious end
The empty fields you’re lonely
But it’s how you recover liberty
The highest step for the crown
Or the Deepest for the drop
We swim in muddy waters
In a span without shelters
It comes from deciders, it’s a call from inside us, I yell and my sight hurts,
I’m not the decider, I write on a disaster, I yell and my mind hurts
I’m not the decider !
“I am not gone
While you cry with me
I am not gone
While you smile with me
I am not gone
While you remember with me
I will come
When you call my name
I will come
When I feel your pain
I will come
On your final day
It could never be
That we
Would never be
We shall always
Be together
Forever”
The blues and me
It comes from deciders, it’s a call from inside us, I yell and my sight hurts,
I’m not the decider, I write on a disaster, my mind hurts
A call from inside, a mind under Virus, undermined monster, my sight hurts
I’m not the decider, it’s a call from inside us, I write on a disaster
See a tribute for those upon the hill
The souls of blues who dealt with the devil
If they died with a troubled mind you know I guess I will
There is a girl that went upon the hill
I got a girl somewhere upon the hill
Oh she’s got a troubled mind I’m not gonna chill
I’m not gonna chill
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11. |
Post Noctem Testament
07:38
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Mes chers écoutez
La vie se désenchante et les espoirs croulent
Les pensées fraîches se font brèves
Toujours la marque du « marche ou crève »
Mes amours se consument j’ai l’âme incandescente
En retour je présume ma perte et ma descente et voilà
La corneille chante
Un putain de brasier, emportera mon message
Je pars, la vertu n’est plus de notre apanage
Refrain :
A mon regret, sur la colline qui m’a vu naître
La fin des amitiés sonne, les luttes perdues Carillonnent
Le jour venu, la charge était d’ampleur
L’occasion est rare d’accorder les meilleurs
Mais autour d’un frère que le sort a démuni
Chacun sait ce que peut prendre l’espace d’une seule nuit
Mes compères forment alors un large bataillon
Et suivent Simon dans la fuite de son sillon
La foule se blottit, bientôt l’heure qu’elle s’en aille
Le temps qui est imparti, comprend les funérailles
(Refrain)
Tous cherchent l’apaisement d’un cœur maussade
Se réconfortant auprès de camarades
Mais qui peut ressentir à quel point chaque terreur
Nous a troublé la vue quand la perception fait erreur
L’angélus tabasse et voilà qu’on regrette
Sur le lit ta basse étendue et muette
Mais si notre mémoire te maintient dans ce monde
On entendra de sous ta pierre une musique profonde
SOLO
A mon regret, sur la colline qui m’a vu naître
La fin des amitiés sonne, les luttes perdues Carillonnent
Contre le gré, des mercenaires viennent compromettre et
Les batailles mentales résonnent dans un esprit qui s’abandonne
Mais nous restons dignes, sur ces terres qui emportent
Les sourires blêmes de parents et de potes
Même si certains ont entrepris un long voyage
Nos cœurs préserveront un tendre témoignage
Par la force qui soulève, par la faucheuse non assouvie
Chaque fois que sera fait le sacrifice d’une vie
Oui nous resterons dignes, jusqu’à ce qu’elle nous emporte
Nous irons mais à reculons nous risquer à sa porte
Et pour toi qui a entrepris ce long voyage
Nos mémoires sont chargées d’infinis témoignages
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