1. |
Free Reality
03:11
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I don’t feel free, ‘cause we are rockers,
We search sky liberty, and found black liberty.
Lucifer is bullshit, Human invention,
They’re naïve or stupid, superstition.
Turn off the light, it was better in black,
I could see your pink face, manipulation.
Ambiguity, sincerity, reality comes back, reality comes back
Reality, comes back
Reality, comes back
Reality, comes back
Reality, comes back
I don’t feel free, ‘cause we are rockers,
We search sky liberty, and found black liberty.
Lucifer is bullshit, Human invention,
They’re naïve or stupid, superstition.
Turn off the light, it was better in black,
I could see your pink face, manipulation.
Ambiguity, sincerity, reality comes back, reality comes back
Reality, comes back
x8
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2. |
Bitter
01:59
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This day isn’t for you,
isn’t for you,
Isn’t for you.
Sky is gray, you mind too
You mind too,
Woo.
You want to run away,
Run away,
Run away,
You want to take Hell-way,
Take Hell-way,
Take Hell-way,
Bad time! Thinking of your past.
Bad time! Essential in small doses
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, no
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, now
You walk on a wire
ON A WIRE
The sky is black
YOUR MIND IN FIRE
It is more important
THAN YOUR LIFE
But you don’t grab the knife
AND YOU’RE RIGHT
Bad time! Thinking of your past.
Bad time! Essential in small doses
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, no
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, now
Bad time! Thinking of your past.
Bad time! Essential in small doses
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, no
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, now
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, no
Bitter time, bitter time, bitter time, now
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3. |
Obsolescence
03:32
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Amorphe et défoncé, sur ton canapé
A te grossir les seins, appauvrir ta culture
Produire des tubes qui ne durent qu’un été
Au profit de types qui te rendent la vie dure !
Eduqué à tout jeter, formé pour acheter
Habillé comme tout le monde, à cultiver l’indifférence
Le vide t’a envahi, tu n’es plus qu’une apparence
Plus qu’un clone, produit de société.
Obsolescence programmée
Ton âme est soldée
Rachetée et ravagée
Par la télé-réa-li-té !
X2
Tu suis le mouvement sans penser
Tu es le mouton de la consommation
Jamais pas concerné par la pauvreté
Garder ton fric pour toi, c’est ta passion !
Obsolescence programmée
Ton âme est soldée
Rachetée et ravagée
Par la télé-réa-li-té !
X2
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4. |
Attraction
03:31
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Have you ever wanted to leave everything?
Seeing invisible things, listening to dumb sounds?
Have you ever wanted, to search anything?
Find a new, find a new ground
Have you ever wanted to leave everything?
Seeing invisible things, listening to dumb sounds?
Have you ever wanted, to search anything?
Find a new, find a new ground
Fucking attraction, where’re you taking him
Fucking attraction, you killed his family
Fucking attraction, he remains restrained
Fucking attraction, when are you releasing him?
x2
You’re turning back onto yourself
You only take your guitar,
You’re forgetting who you know
And you start again
You’re turning back onto yourself
You only take your guitar,
You’re forgetting who you know
And you start again
Fucking attraction, where’re you taking him
Fucking attraction, you killed his family
Fucking attraction, he remains restrained
Fucking attraction, when are you releasing him?
x2
Cause attraction, you’re sad
Cause attraction, you’re in despair
Cause attraction, you’re sad
Cause attraction, you’re in despair
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5. |
Crazy Angel
02:54
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Are you crazy ? I don't know
Are you stupid ? How do I Know
Perhaps it's me ? I don't know
Perhaps it's me ? Why ?
I don't know if it's just a dream, or angels really exist
I don't know if I can save you or just save me
The future will tell me that
The future will tell me that
Are you clever ? I don't know
Are you nervous ? How do I know
Perhaps it's God ? I don't know
Perhaps it’s God ? Why not ?
I don't know if it's just a dream, or angels really exist
I don't know if I can save you or just save me
The future will tell me that
The future will tell me that
I don't know, I don't know
if it's just a dream, or angels really exist
The future will tell me that or I will forget
The future will tell me that or I will forget
I can't see, I can't see your world
I can't see, I can't see your world
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6. |
Song With No Name
03:21
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Today there was an eclipse
I could not see it
Because I had no glasses
I needed this thingy
I don’t wanna be myself
I watched the eclipse without glasses
x2
My eyes burned, the eclipse has gone
I’m blind again, and I’m alone
Without my eyes, I’m falling
Without glasses, I have no feelings
I don’t wanna be myself
I watched the eclipse without glasses
x4
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7. |
Never Safe
02:35
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Sometimes (Sometimes!), I like living in the dirt,
I’m always going out to party
My liver is the best, my lungs are stronger
My brain is OK (Ok?), but I’m never safe,
SAFE
SAFE
SAFE
Can you (Please!), can you explain life to me? (Oh yeah!)
Please tell me, tell me where I am!
My body is too hot, my brain is broken,
My stomach is operational, but I’m never safe,
SAFE
SAFE
SAFE
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8. |
Broken Toy
03:22
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Under your foot
Preoccupation
There is something
Forgotten People
Enclosed in advertising
You reek of boredom
You’re just a broken toy
Dear broken toy
When I wake up
After my breakfast
I’m a terrorist
I love putting bombs on your face
Nazi face, on your preoccupation
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9. |
Show Us
04:08
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Show us you’re still alive
And show us you’re free
Show us that you can
Discharge your energy
Show us you’re still alive
And show us you’re free
Please don’t stay passive
And give us everything
Show us you’re still alive
And show us you’re free
X8
What’s in your head? Are you alive?
You’re all the same, same clothes, same hobbies
Forbidden to be poor, obese or just different
Now expression is just dead!
Little Havana is here to destroy ya
What’s the matter man? Fooled ya
We’re just here to make some noise
And I don’t give a fuck about your choices
Show us you’re still alive
And show us you’re free
X8
What’s in your head? Are you alive?
You’re all the same, same clothes, same hobbies
Forbidden to be poor, obese or just different
Now expression is just dead!
To be happy, solution: be drunk
To escape this place you take some drugs
We didn’t say “become a monk”
But please, man, reject the gunk!
Show us you’re still alive
And show us you’re free
X4
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10. |
Houla Girl
03:13
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Your hands in blood
In your life
Fuck them
Little girl don’t cry
Come on here
In my arms
Please don’t cry,
‘cause I’ll rebuild your house
Please don’t cry,
‘cause I will find your mom
Please don’t cry,
Because now you’re safe
Please don’t cry,
Yeah I also want peace
Yeah I also want to fight
Yeah I also want peace
Yeah I also want to fight
Your hands in blood
In your life
Fuck them
Little girl don’t cry
Come on here
In my arms
Please don’t cry,
‘cause I’ll rebuild your house
Please don’t cry,
‘cause I will find your mom
Please don’t cry,
Because now you’re safe
Please don’t cry,
Yeah I also want peace
Yeah I also want to fight
Yeah I also want peace
Yeah I also want to fight
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11. |
Nowhere To Go
03:14
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I got nowhere to go
I got no friends to know
I got no girls to show
But I still got my pot
A leather jacket, a flask in the pocket
Vodka or rum, now I'm not alone
I feel invincible, ready to succumb
Ready to observe, but not to be dumb
Now I can’t fall, I just wanna call
Someone who knows, no matter how
2 grams in the blood, I will not fall in the mud
I respect my life, I don’t want to die!
I got nowhere to go
I got no friends to know
I got no girls to show
But I still got my pot
x2
We Little Havana ain’t got no time to lose
Coming straight from Toulouse, Punk, Hip-hop and some blues
We’re like a cruise missile, today’s your dismissal
We came and saw, I shoot’n’kill,
my rhymes ‘re so raw, look at my skill
My crew’s so insane, we don’t give a damn
Ten men came in the main hall asking for dope rhymes, I said I can slay you watch out guys
So I started to proceed, grabbed a joint, went on the sofa
couple of friends, inspiration coming, wrote my verse the night before the studio
Was high as fuck, anyway, my song won’t get on the radio
I got nowhere to go
I got no friends to know
I got no girls to show
But I still got my pot
x2
Here’re the bitches, I’m not some of those DJ’s
Don’t know what I’m doing but fuck the riches
Put on some freeze, I took some grease
Ok I’m just *squiiz* it’s so easy so
when we got some shots, coupled with some of my pot
Anyway, fuck that, I wrote this drunk and hiiiiigh
You know how it was last night
t’Was funny, Félix wanted to fight
But with his skinny douchy body
All we had to do was flee like this sh*t was scary
Do you know how this night was meant to be?
Man,
Legen… wait for it… dary !
I got nowhere to go
I got no friends to know
I got no girls to show
But I still got my pot
x2
I got nowhere to go
I got no friends to know
I got no girls to show
But I still got my ...
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