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On ferme, revenez demain
01:48
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-Lyrics by Rémi-
like a stone, our heart is shut this day
thy education goes towards this way
like a stone, "we"re fine ok"
without empathy except for a wallet
it's fine this way, let's all sing a song to numb simplicity
like the rock.
all hearts shut please move away
nothing but apathy except for a ribbon break
like a rock, under the yoke of the crown
"thanks for assistance"
without empathy neither for ourselves
friends or foe we can/can't be both
i'll eventually look 'round at the other ways
to enjoy.
I'm still seduced by these old stories
where beauty is what is true, inspired not offered
I'll take my own needs, put it on my note
the unspoilt core, i don't need more
i feel safer not running the race
the unspoilt core i don't need more
i feel safe beeing unlike a rock
is your heart shut today?
thy education goes towards this way
like a rock
no other way but to the ground
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AT THE SALVATION ARMY STORE
I’d sell my Pod for peace on earth / I’ll dress in black to be leftist / You’d make a website to free Tibet / Or join the women struggle / and tell this on Your Space
Join the club / advertisement space for a clean riot
I am told we’re idealess / watch my aboriginal tatoo / This song is written to prove you wrong / I sort trashes, it’s on my blog
You, loud-mouthed know-it-alls / I’m a question mark generation / a screen, a rumor, now i can be / What i "seem to be" outweighs "what you are" / your good will for sale at the salvation army store
I would give all I have / for these doubts to be erased / too polished, standard cynicism
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hit the referee
01:43
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HIT THE REFEREE
where will I stand, on human side
with all thats good and all thats bad
the same everlasting struggle to find a common ground
a good-thinking song doesnt mean i'll stick to it
we always try, try to fight this holy war
this holy war against ourselves
short-scaled idealist, big-scale bastard yeah
feels like burning by both side
when the stakes go higher, you'll blow my cover
like dust under the carpet
carrying on with this Khadaffi-like smile
keep my almost-lying-ass out of the target
'till i'm back on the right track
a sunday punk, a broken treaty
silent agent within
hidden in the grey zone
that was the deal on the table
half a commitment is still a commitment
chorus
when "not bad" is the ennemy of "good"
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freshly gratuated greedy as fuck eager to give mankind / a global/golden shower/rotten shells/garbage elite / golden boy trainees make place, trolling for career-makers / study case/please no interactions/i’ll face/myself to void / please downsize feeling human to an option
subworld ba-bies shitting / blood stale aspirins fake vaccins / well try my- sparkling brown / soda instead let’s make a light / light version - no cutbacks / no cutbacks in the margins / for fat high-school dropouts / let alone executive joggers / no sweetness, no slowness / credit card only
everflourishing army out of Bernard Madoff’s asshole / twisted/way of thinking/dedicated/builders, destroyers / of our disposable civilization to drown soon / no great-er purpose for no greater good / nothing, no nothing beyond / filthy- ambition is this all there is / but somehow, the flame is still on
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remember to keep the smile, and join labor gossips / until it’s you turn : your bed is a carton box / remember some spit some clean, please ask about me / well thats for the mortgage i wouldn’t give a shit
Im next to you, greener grass this way
singing everything’s allright / hiding the dirt, cleaning whats in / "see i’ve never been that fine" / when social skills are thats left / singing everything’s allright / can you keep up, can you keep up ? / when the best of it is long gone
the frankliest hypocrit, distress is real / we put up the show
remember, comes the night, these are all your friends / "funny how you know my name", daddy buys the next round / looking good
singing everything’s allright / hiding the dirt, cleaning whats in / "see i’ve never been that fine" / when social skills are thats left / singing everything’s allright / can you keep up, can you keep up ? / we’re left standing for nothing
those are really ugly unmatching socks
life learned by heart, get the job done / day after day, "amazing, wonderful" / sorry who were you again ?
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the will, not the means
01:51
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[speech extracted from "Consumer society has misrected us about how we find meaning and happiness"]
By Andrew Simms (member of the "New economic foundation British think-tank)
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name-dropping-free song
02:40
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overtime procrastinating days, can’t catch time back / bills and dry-cleaning, stuck like a plane with a flat tire / half-full schedul drinking up idleness, coffee machine’s best buddy / middle-pain i know i can’t complain / like you would care
grim headlines, wait no, there’s change / in the white house, Silvio took one good in the teeth / lottery believer minimum wager / this live reporter says i can’t fuckin complain / well, thats the hardest part
first-world starvation, fancy glossy misery / inner isolation / same lime walls, corporate grey carpet / no real pain
blurred fridays saturdays headaches / my sunday bench / selfish needs topple me, did it count or made sense ? / like you would care
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didn't land here from suburban boredom
nor the catwalk, the kinship, the academic
my diverted room by and for the unskilled, the unfit,
the who-are-you, wrecked here for the scratch of the pen,
the riffs that grits our teeth, the choruses that shout in hour heads
when it's the white page that tortures
the sound, and the meaning
soothing and burning, the breeze and the heat
i found this place
where words have more taste
keep your scene points
the sugar-coated fakeship
i joined the party for
the content, the poem, the protest song
the frustration, the joy, the anger, the sad
the tale, the bitter, the heart, the utopia
the despair, the laugh, the content, the poem
the frustration, the joy
Fill in your blanks with soul
share the shoreless ink
(hip hop instrumental by Say Cuattro, check him out!)
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open carry
02:04
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sitting here affording to bite the hand that feeds / i might say it’s like flirting with pre-assembled subversion / more of an underachiever / damage control went well, pages are all stuck
right end of the chain, all-you-can-eat buffet / cleaning shades of guilt away listening to all of / my immortal technique
tomorrow seriously, after just one more glass / sipping self-persuasion guessing wolves, howling far ahead
want some warmth to linger / daily waves turned it all into shallow could you please, or someone else, take the right road / vanity as we learned to like it / damage control went well
is it weakness, living careless, calloused despise retrievev them / an alleviated sea to sail, painless when looking at it from high
sitting here affording to bite the hand that feeds / i might say it’s like flirting with pre-assembled subversion / more of an underachiever
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try harder, Norfolk
02:29
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I’m the son of this zealous soldier / keeping safe the holy land from squatters, grieving moms / and kids throwing stones, yeah thats my dad roaming in that tank / if chain of command says it’s our land then it is
why won’t they give up ? / we won’t give it up / he says "son, carry the flag" / why don’t they let go ? / they all let us do
i’m the son of this god’ soldier / fresh widower, new devoted / desperation turned into wrath / we’ll return pain on the invader / Hammas and Knesset bloodthirsty puppet masters
kinship is overrated, when NATO is for hire
i won’t blow myself up, class starts up at 9 / he says "son, you’re next for the task" / it’s a fight in the schoolyard / meet you up at the checkpoint / it’s easy not to look far, when all we want is the same / home insurance for descendants, enjoy working life / and leave sand
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Whatever you are
Ethnic conflicts and high technology, all their best dreams
and our worst nightmares. One democracy, one billion conned.
Beer shotguns bibles baseball and increment values are their only pride.
Era of cynicism, paranoia and arms race.
They have built steal walls between us.
Your neighbour is a threat, whoever he is,
whatever you are.
is my carcass for rent, an 8hour day to prove myself,
my account is my soul, there's a mortgage on my pride.
Nation of moral addicted to wrestling shows and
eating contests, what's the truth now?
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Unship, plant the damn flag
enlight them all here's your master for long, let it be known
engineering of mindrape, built to resist
raw material to the veins it's worth the trip
deeply injected hereditary die-hard mental disease
scramble for power won with skin-whitening
"a share for us all", then take her to walk the streets
she don't afford no shrink
trample fratricide, practice on refugees
continent disqualified, take it all back, self esteem the rest
remained within reach. rebuild books by books, write from now
Hard to grieve when the bodies still float
fuck post-colonial traumatic syndrom
remove the crutch, dodging shiny promises, root out inner evil
it's a long road to set the score
not in debt to anyone
pride never left
heads raised's the biggest step
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NOWADAYZ Bordeaux, France
Punk rock not Bombs.
we're from Bordeaux, France.
Writing songs about things we think above futile since
2002. No lecture here, but things to say. Punk rock is to us the best music to do it. because the will is (still) for free. well, we're also a bunch of friendly guys.
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