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Childhood
02:37
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This is a wordless theatre,
the more you play, the more you learn
As a timeless scale, as a lonely failure,
you have to learn
And never get worst ...
This is for spirit if you're seek,
this is a med, but not a seat
A tired mistake, a column if you pray,
you have to learn
And never get worst ...
A timeless scale, a lonely failure,
you have to learn,
And never get worst ...
And never get worst ...
And never get worst ...
As daddy was wrong ...
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2. |
Burn (to Nico's dad)
01:37
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Drummed like a cavalry ride for me
Breath cut, a deep hole instead of
Burn like a Greek tragedy
Skin, heart, lost in wood ...
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Another time we've lost, another final cut,
another head on walls
Another burning draft, that we've drawn up and I've,
not took the time to read
Listen to the wind and dive into,
for what we've done, we are proud, thought we're torn
Another puppet burnt, another time we've learnt,
but no more chance to leave it
Don't have to leave me dry, don't have to say goodbye,
a creeping feeling on me
Go back my Valentine, go back please let me dive,
away into the limbo's fair
Don't believe in any tribe, don't believe and keep the eyes
Blind or closed keep all your faith
Listen to the wind, and dive into
For what we've done, we are proud, thought we're torn
Would I mess you ?
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4. |
Poor country boy
03:19
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Hey poor country boy, what is your name for love ?
I live like a toy into their arms and claws
Wasting my time with obscenity, hanging round licks and bites
Wasting my nerves with trash tragedy, asking why I still fight
Hey poor country boy, what is your name for love ?
I live like a toy into their arms and claws
Hey poor country boy, what is your name for soul ?
I saw too much toys moaning for time and howl
Wasting my time with my destiny, asking why I still fight
Landing, re-landing on unknown countries, need some help to get strung
Hey poor country boy, what is your name for love ?
I live like a toy into their arms and claws
Hey poor country boy ...
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I've been jailed in a Sol Lewitt canvas
I can't help repeating my words ...
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6. |
Walden ?
04:32
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Have I been lost in Walden's creek ?
Have I been walking in rosebud's island ?
The silence in you is not grace
The silence in you is just waste
Wasting time where you are, under the rainbows of Walden's wood
Anything you thought, I know what it is ...
Thoreau's ghost under my feet
Opossums for liberty
The silence in you is not grace
The silence in you is just waste
Wasting time where you are, under the rainbows of Walden's wood
Anything you thought, I know what it is ...
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No text
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8. |
Down the rabbit hole
02:30
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All began with you as I got bored on waiting here without a word
I saw a rabbit with strange pink eyes, who took a watch and ran
I follow his waistcoat, try to hear his swearwords
But I forgot you stayed alone swimming in choldhood boredom
I didn't know I was falling down ...
The rabbit hole
The fall was long, too long, to see Antipathies, and I was wrong you know
Key on a table, so many doors, that I expected to find
The one to reach the garden, so I drunk the little bottle
But I forgot you stayed alone, swimming in childhood boredom
I didn't know I was falling down ...
The rabbit hole
I follow his waistcoat, try to hear his swearwords
But I forgot you stayed alone swimming in choldhood boredom
I didn't know I was falling down ...
The rabbit hole
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9. |
Today
03:11
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Today is a great day to be free, to feed the muse, nor let her be
'Cause today is a new birth for a leave,
after autumn falls, and summer winds
Tell me, yeah tell me what's wrong ?
Today is a great day to be light, to eat the grass, and smell the grapes
'Cause today is the end for any fight
so ring the bell and shake the graal
Tell me, yeah tell me what's wrong ?
Tell me, yeah tell me what's wrong ?
Let's song together !!!
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Troubles
02:49
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Troubles crash when tires screech, come on baby look my free wheels
Troubles ashes lost in the wind, come on baby, let's get a trip with me ...
Troubles offside, on stage we are, like a cancer inexorable
Troubles crash when tires burn, last trip baby, now that's your turn ...
Cra-cra-cra-crash-ing with the car
Cra-cra-cra-crash-ing troubles
Cra-cra-cra-crash-ing in the wind
Troubles crash when tires screech, come on baby look my free wheels
Troubles ashes lost in the wind ...
Let's get a trip !!!
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11. |
Drunk song
04:38
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As Frankie's bar is so near from my door,
a secret lost in pint
Like a prayer wax his knees to feel God,
I wax my elbow
But I saw her at the bottom of my glass
like a twister in my poor drunk heart
But I leave her when the ice is melt
The ice is melt and may God be with me ...
I celebrate all the holy saints,
all my playmates of fair
Unconsciously I can't forget her name
Her smile on whisky
But I saw her at the bottom of my glass
like a twister in my poor drunk heart
But I leave her when the ice is melt
The ice is melt and may God be with me ...
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12. |
Waiting for ...
02:48
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A border line, it could be green if you see
I hope it's not fine to climb the miracle tree
A common tune, let it be there if you breath
Let's get immune, let's go now please
The drummer section is a rubbed out line
The Arcanes are lost so make up your mind
A crossing line, how desperate are you ?
Do you feel it's time, to leave the cargo ?
A border line, it could be green if you see
I hope it's not fine to climb the miracle tree
The drummer section is a rubbed out line
The Arcanes are lost so make up your mind
Falling trees into my garden out there
Crashing nor escaping, don't know if you're slave
Falling trees into my garden out there
Crashing nor escaping ...
What you're waiting for ...
Summertime escape
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13. |
Summertime escape
09:10
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Summertime escape ...
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