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Synchronized
02:47
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Synchronized
The minute hand is running backwards
The second hand is on double speed
and we revolve around a crooked basis
Furious pace and a lack of breath
high speed , disability,
two retarded fish running, circles again
I wanna hold you, you wanna bite me
I wanna fight you, you wanna cuddle me,
two retarded fish running, circles again
I turn my back then we fall into each other arms
you run away then we start to both lose our minds
we revolve around a crooked basis
Too many hours , too much time …
I lack of time , I lack of time ..
The minute hand is running backwards
The second hand is on double speed
and we revolve around a crooked basis
Furious pace and a lack of breath
high speed , disability,
two retarded fish running, circles again
we remain asynchronous most of the time ..
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Parallel lines
03:43
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Parallel lines
People wake up, people dress up, people step out,
They move along, move along, and dive
Dive ….
People take trains, they move along in parallel lines
People electrified, live with the devil behind,
People lost in a sensual dance, brush against each others
People wanna make out,
They move along, move along, in nervous lines ..
They move along .. Lines
Leaving in a unique world, in the era of humans
Connected with wires
Leaving in a unique world,
Magical chemistry along wires ..
Lines .. They move along .. Lines
People sit quietly,
They move along in parallel lines
People keep their eyes down
Wait for some excitement
People wake up, people dress up, people step out,
Move along, move along
Lines !
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Fragments
03:37
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Fragments (Thomas Hardy, “Neutral Tones”)
Your eyes on me
Were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago
As some words played between us to and fro
On which lost the more by our love
And the smile on your mouth
Was the deadest thing alive (alive) enough
To have strength to die
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing
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Suburban girls
04:20
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Suburban girls
Suburban girls walk in two
along lonely sidewalks, among giant shopping malls
what are they looking for ? Where are they going to ?
what are they looking for ? Where are they going to ?
Suburban girls go out in two
after school night after night, they get into cars
what are they looking for ? Where are they going ?
what are they looking for ? Where are they going ?
Suburban girls meet boys in two
sometimes, they are nice, sometimes shit happen
it's getting late, we should be home by now
And now, they stand in the middle of nowhere, with their broken hearts
torn clothes, tears in their eyes
Suburban girls buy guns in two
they are far too old now to keep on playing
once they'll find them, the game will be done
And now, they stand in the middle of nowhere, with their broken hearts
torn clothes, tears in their eyes
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Houseplant
03:22
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Houseplant
I'm standing by the window watching the dust
electrical shocks thru my legs bumping below my feet
I'm standing by the window watching the dust
swirling thru the air, shinny seeds in the sun
stand, still, wait quiet
silence, water empty life
I feel like a houseplant , two feet stuck into the ground
you're asking about sensitivity, you're wondering how I feel inside
I feel like an houseplant, two feet stuck into the ground
Dust on my shoulders, bring me some water, bring me in the sun
I'm fading away, I'm fading away
I feel like an houseplant, two feet stuck into the ground
stand, still, wait quiet
silence, water empty life
I used to dive, in your liquid eyes
and you showed me the way
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2030
04:16
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2030
Laisser aller ses pas au hasard
Sortir de nulle part
Croire aux lendemains qui chantent
Jouer l'indifférence, s'occuper de ses chats
Vautré dans un canapé, se prendre à rêver.
Friser l'impertinence, essayer l'insolence
Aimer la facilité, le laisser aller
Succomber à la tentation,
Manquer de stimulation
Avoir des obsessions, compter sa collection
Des milliers de visages, dessinés dans les marges
France 2030, un espoir au quotidien
France 2030, un espoir pour demain
Détester se lever, toujours recommencer
Penser, penser
Des milliers de visages, croisés au hasard
Fouler les sentiers de la gloire, se perdre dans les couloirs
Braquer des portes fermés, et défiler,
Défiler, en rangs serrés.
France 2030, un espoir au quotidien
France 2030, un espoir pour demain
Satisfaction à la télé sur FR3
Danser, en chaussures rouges en 1983
France 2030, un espoir pour demain
France 2030 ...
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At night
03:02
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At night
Eyes closed, nightmares
I'm in a urge, I'm tense
More or less, I'm exhausted
Hard nights, and I stand still
Stand still, breathless
More or less, more nightmares
Conscious state, a final crash
Piece of this, more of that
Every ten seconds, I'm rewinding again
Final car crash on a black montain
Every ten seconds, I'm rewinding again
Final car crash on a black montain
Hot lava, firing my soul ..
I'm alive,
I'm sinking straight to the bottom
Hot lava, Firing my soul ..
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8. |
Casino
03:02
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Casino
Some say it's good luck
Some call it goo fortune
Make up your mind, time to roll the dice
Flip the coin, but it will end on the ground
Cause it's dice, luck, gamble
Get your game on, Casino
Some believe you should have faith
Some rather stay in the darkness
Make up your mind, time to roll the dice
Flip the coin, but it will end on the ground
Cause it's dice, luck, gamble
get your game on, Casino
Tricks, lies, life,
Every second, every time
Wheel keeps on turning, clock is ticking high
Dice, luck , Gamble
Casino
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La Croix
04:05
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La Croix ( Inspired by a text by Jean Pierre Siméon “ L'Imprécateur “-” Témoins à charge”)
Entassés au fond des impasses,
Têtes tournées vers le néant
Ecorchés aux murs
Tire sur la corde, serre les cordons, étrangle
Les mains plongées dans le sang
Terres arides, macération des haines
Mûrissement des colères, prêches de redresseur de torts
Moisissures rampantes, poubelles à ciel ouvert
Des idées mortes, des idées mortes
Le ver sous ta peau, aspire le vide
Le ver sous ta peau avance
Cratères vides, vapeurs serviles
Des volcans de plomb pour enfermer les vivants
Statues de sel, corps tordus par les sangles
Des ongles qui déchirent, qui dérapent en fuyant
Embardés fatales, accidents misérables,
Vie de fin de match, au fond des caves,
Vermines grouillantes, mord la main qui te serre,
Ta vie vulgaire, mort la main qui te serre
Le ver sous ta peau, aspire le vide
Le ver sous ta peau avance
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Ageing (As time goes by)
04:19
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Ageing (As time goes by) -some verses from “Over Time” by Herman Hupfeld
Ageing, sneak inside your bones
It's a standout parade on your face
Ageing so unforgettable
The one you use to be has suddenly gone
Cause there is a place that you don't know where I belong
Ageing crawls under you skin
the day it starts dating, then you're done
Ageing crosses over the boundaries
The guy you did not invited to your party
As time goes by ..
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
As time goes by...
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Kids Of the Black Hole
04:26
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Kids Of the Black Hole ( Frank Agnew – The Adolescents )
No sound is heard from unit two
When there was once so much to do
Was once a green mansion, but now it's a wasteland
Our days of wreckless fun are through
GO!
Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another swig of brew another overnight affair
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
…
Kids of the black hole
Messages and slogans are the primary decor
History's recorded in a clutter on the floor
Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change
Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
The nights of birthdays
The nights of fry
The nights of violence
The nights of noise
…
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
….
Kids of the black hole
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