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MLE - Reveille
02:04
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Trouble waking up this morning
Wasn't in my sheets tonight
I just couldn't sleep
Trouble waking up this morning
Wasn't in my bed tonight
I just couldn't sleep
Trouble waking up this morning
Wasn't in my sheets tonight
J'ai très mal dormi
Now I'm up, I gotta do stuff
I go forward, move forward
Run run run
Run run run
Now I'm up, I gotta do stuff
I go forward, move forward
Run run run
Run run run
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Bill naked on the sand
Wakes up and realizes that the sea is gone away
Bill stands up and says "wait!"
"Not fair! I'll have to find a brand new place to take a leak"
Bill then he takes a walk
He meets an undertaker gently leveling his clog
Bill shouts "Oh! Ça tombe bien!"
"You know the thing I want the most right now? A damn good coffin!"
(Espace Confiture)
Bill gets in the coffin and then flies away,
Fly through time, through space and through confiture
"Hey god!" "Hmm?" "You've got mail!"
Open up and "Pa-palala-pa-pa-pa-paa!"
(Erutifnoc Ecapse)
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3. |
% - Who Are You
02:07
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When I saw you on the stage I was your only one
But I met you backstage you didn't recognize me
When you saw me on the stage I was your only one
But you met me backstage I didn't recognize you
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I'm just living in the sea
Ices cream islands around me
I'm singing about love and hope
and that sounds Pop !
Run, run, run around. Faster !
Swim, swim, swim in copper
but I sink, sink see you later
(see you later)
I'm watching girlie shows on TV
It's a secret part of me
I'm writing a famous song
But I sing wrong !
Run, run, run around. Faster !
Swim, swim, swim in copper
but I sink, sink see you later
(see you later)
I'm just swimming in copper
See you later, see you later
I guess you have a beautiful sun
but don't listen the sirens !
Run, run, run around. Faster !
Swim, swim, swim in copper
but I sink, sink see you later
(see you later)
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I get up in the morning
Something going right
Don’t know what it is
But I got something in sight
My friend Johnny came to see me
But I wasn’t there
He might have take it easy
I think he doesn’t care
But I was waiting for something
And nothing happened
It’s always the same thing
Every now and then
And I got a woman in my mind
Every day the same
She’s exactly my kind
But I’m losing the game
I couldn’t see the trap
And I think I felt
I get through the water gap
And then I belt
But I was waiting for something
And nothing happened
It’s always the same thing
Every now and then
You wanted me to speak
Nut I said “no way”
I was like a freak
I got nothing else to say
We got nothing but fire
And hope in our hand
The step’s getting higher
To escape from this land
But I was waiting for something
And nothing happened
It’s always the same thing
Every now and then
Seven days are left
But more and more are comin’
You’ll become the last
Of the few still breathing
The seagull won’t warn you
About the reaper and death
There’s nothing I can do
I’ll see you with the priest
But I was waiting for something
And nothing happened
It’s always the same thing
Every now and then
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You can shiver little bastards I'm back!
Me Black Jack the terror of the saloon
To kick your ass with my US boots
Hey baby, you're here to see me win
Give me a glass and a bottle of whiskey
Buddies lay your cards on the table
Chuck out your dosh you know I'm your boss!
I'm Black Jack! Black Jack!
I have a horse and a snake
and something else
I just can't remember the name
cause I don't watch enough western
I lost,
Walking on the desert alone
The sun is hot
I've got sand in my boots
I have to take off my boots
I sweat I need a swimming pool
I have some hallucinations
I put my gun on my head, I have to...
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7. |
Le Aids - Prettyland
03:42
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a boat, a destiny,
a way across the sea
to prettyland we'll sail
your arms, they make you sick
it's all automatic
from C, just head to A
get rid of medicine
electricity's a sin
in prettyland you will
it's all the same, let's try again
eardrums in my dustpan
escape from home, earth was too small
therefore came back home tired
it's a bit like a remedy
a calcination to be free
of that stinking thing that i call : "me"
a world you didn't see
new life, no memory
fresh start by pressing B
a lady lay delayed
a mean man may mean hey
never in prettyland
the sun : bored of the sky
five times five in hawaii
the game ends with a tie
a paddle in your hands
ready to make porcelain
there're peas in prettyland
i found a goal, the road was closed
i stood there till midnight
walk like in school, it's not as cool
your teeth on all these caps
kill your hero, tear his photo
once it's done have some pie
no one to blame, you've always been
bound to be oh so tired
it's a relevant remedy
a calcination to be free
of that sticking thing that i call : "me"
you are very ugly
it's o.k., so are we
in prettyland, you'll see
in your rotten country
it's hard for the kidney
hey, prettyland, we're here
there's no one by your side
go bare-foot in the wild
lazy just like your rock
it's not "you're horrible"
it's just "it's getting old"
to prettyland, hip hip hip
hooray.
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She flies, she hides
Then she disappears
Just to make me fear
And she's disguised
And she touches the sky
Yes she's so high
Yes she's so high
While I care, she enjoys her life
She's free from the daily hassles
And I worry and I complain
I want her to be by my side
And I should mind like her
And just live my own life
While I care, she enjoys her life
She's free from the daily hassles
And I worry and I complain
I want her to be by my side
Now she's out of my life
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Just 'cause I missed all your previous parties
It doesn't mean that I won't crash this one
Anyone here might think of me as a fifth wheel
Gimme a minute and I'll bring in the fun
Hey, guess what I'm gonna stay (Get out now !) x4
I just came up on the geographic ladder
The South is now just a distant home but
It makes no difference 'cause you know I'm not that older
Nor tired, in fact I'm tired of feeling alone
I felt it drip along my spinal chord all evening
The sweat that pours down from my hair is black
With it I put down all the memories still hanging
And I'm ready to get back on track
Hey, guess what I'm gonna stay (Get out now !) x4
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10. |
Dan McHee - Deedoloowudü
01:45
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"Au revoir."
V-G-E
Holidays
Deedoulouwoudou
Holidays
Dïdoolüwoudou
Holidays
Deedoulüwudhuh
Oh my joly holidays!
At the end of the year
When school is over
You can go on the beach
swim in the water
Holidays
Deedoulouwoudou
Holidays
Dïdoolüwoudou
Holidays
Deedoulüwudhuh
Oh my joly holidays!
Having fun with your friends
Drink iced tea, eat ice-cream
Eat pussy all the month
How cannot you be happy
Holidays
Deedoulouwoudou
Holidays
Dïdoolüwoudou
Holidays
Deedoulüwudhuh
Oh my joly holidays!
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Sometimes I wonder
If things could get better
Come on take a beer
And leave alone your fear
Tomorrow is a shiny day
To pack up my guitar
I just go away
Go to the next bar
I was dreamin' of a summer night
With nothing wrong and nothing right
I was waitin' for the summer time
Got nothing else on my mind
You got a worried mind
But it’s okay you’ll be fine
I’m riding to the west
You should be there take a rest
We have to go fast
Come on have a breakfast
Get ready for the trip
Here is the treasure ship
My mother told me son
Be happy and go home
I said home it’s too far
And I’ve got whisky in the jar
Pretty girls on the road
Just get out the cold
It’s quite warm in there
You can’t refuse a dare
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Svp Monsieur le producteur, écoutez moi je suis un sacré chanteur
Svp Monsieur le producteur, engagez moi n’ayez pas peur
J’vais te dire coco, des gars comme toi j’en ai des tas
Alors ton petit numéro ne m’impressionne pas du tout
Et la crise, t’y penses à la crise ?
Tu ne te mets pas à ma place ! Un peu de sérieux !
Merci. Au revoir.
Svp Monsieur le producteur, parlez-en à votre directeur
Svp Monsieur le producteur, je suis un vrai crooner
C’est qu’il insiste ! Faut que je répète ? Tu ne comprends pas ?
Toi ; ta chanson de merde : hors de question
On va faire simple. Tu comprends ? Toujours pas ?
Tu prends tes clics, tes clacs, allez ouste !
Svp Monsieur le producteur, je suis un parfait songwriter
Svp Monsieur le producteur, je pourrai même être acteur
C’est bien, t’as du mordant mais qu’est ce que tu cherches ?
La bagarre, c’est ça ? La castagne ?
Tu sais qui je suis au moins, hein, tu sais ?
T’es foutu mon vieux je vais te massacrer !
Svp Monsieur le producteur,
C’est pas possible !
Svp Monsieur le producteur,
Toi t’es mort !
Svp Monsieur le producteur,
Je vais te foutre la tête au carré !
Svp Monsieur le producteur,
Je n’ai jamais vu ça !
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13. |
Thelonius H. - Escaliers
02:58
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et ça n'en finit pas
les choses qui vont et viennent
ça n'en finit jamais
de finir
je suis voyageur
et je voyage
et je vais
upstairs
downstairs
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Oscillant dans nos cous
Elles nous espionnent
Elles virevoltent dans nos têtes
Saturent nos crânes
Par nuées s'engouffrent dans l'air
Chatouillent nos artères
Sifflent, sifflent mes yeux
Remplis d'ampoules
Faufile-toi
Cours, transperce, le long des murs
Pourquoi ces soleils de nuit ?
Pourquoi l'arrière d'un corps de suie ?
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15. |
BFL - Gogoflutidance
02:52
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SunJ - Decision
02:51
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It’s like being under a bridge of clouds
For a while
Looking at the shapes the wind provides
Feeling all around the crumbling ground
Lost in the countryside
Back to the city and traffic jams
Week begins
Walking throught the misty morning crowd
On the way to work you’re not allowed
To scream in pain
Willing to get out
Getting in a plane, the first to leave
To somewhere
It’s a one-way trip, you won’t come back
Leaving all their hopes and plans behind
You
Willing to get out
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Summer is so sad,
when fire is coming down,
on you girl, on your eyes of sand,
on your fire, who make me sad,
I try to sleep, near the fire,
I try to sleep, on your sand,
Dogs are standing on the table,
Dogs are standing on the table…
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