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ß - Panda Roux Pygmée
02:52
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% - Airport Business
02:24
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Paris, New York
Moscow, Tokyo
London, Berlin
Pyongyang, Rio
Frisco, Roscoff
Delhi, Bangkok
Oslo, Gagny
Brussels, Orly
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when people pass away
their heartbeats are silent
but the beat is beating still
in the minds of those that hear
when i die, will i still pulse?
in paradise, does it groove?
it’s by dancing that i feel
repeated beats get me up
singing is a way to make sure that my dead heart won’t stop beating.
lorsque les gens ne sont plus
leurs coeurs sont silencieux
mais le rythme ne cesse pas
que l’entendent ceux qui écoutent
quand je mourrai, battrai-je encore ?
au paradis, danserai-je ?
en dansant, je peux sentir
ces pulsations qui m’élèvent
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Annonçons le retour aux choses sacrées
Qu’elles disparaissent à nouveau
Chaque paupière entravée
Une à une
Et pourrie dans nos corps
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Oui: les glaces c’est trop bon,
Oui, oui, vive l’été.
Vive l’été, les glaces.
Trop bien la plage, oui! Oui, la plage!
Oh! Les glaces, c’est trop bon.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Trop bien!
Le sable chaud, chaud, oui. Le sable chaud?
Le sable? La mer? Le sable chaud.
La mer, les vacances!
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Na
Pa
Yeah
J’ai laissé mon cœur à Brières-les-Scellés
Na
J’ai laissé mon cœur à Brières-les-Scellés
J’y ai laissé toute une part de ma vie
Les journées ont la couleur de l’ennui
J’ai laissé mon cœur à Brières-les-Scellés
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7. |
MLE - Le Grand Bain
02:09
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Là où tombe l’eau
sur la fibre et la peau
s’engouffre à flot
dans le Bain des sanglots
Là où tombe l’eau
sur les bras, dans le dos
s’écoule à flot
dans le Bain des sanglots
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8. |
Nephtalie - Celtic Bull
02:10
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I’m in the air,
The Ball is on my head,
The bull is on my back,
With all his redhead hairs,
Green stripes are on my flesh,
I feel no fear at all,
While the game just goes on,
If the two legs are fine,
So you can run again,
So catch me the right back,
Before they won the game,
Now you got to get out,
You just did what you’ve done,
But little celtic bull he just
Broke your Arm,
What about this summer song ?
Just broke your arm,
What about the summer song ?
Now come the rain,
July is hating me,
I’ve got the throat looking,
like a desert at night,
Music is all my pain,
Music is all my joy,
Fucking month of july,
Just give me back my friends !
I feel like an empty school. Happy new year Fucker. Let me time.
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Xiugazer - Activity
01:56
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Let’s just say there’s a point
And you don’t know what it is
Offer
Some other
Some other idea to build on
One that’s perfectly flawed
Activity
Until your cancer declares
Until you figure it out
Order
Your thoughts and murder
The lazy dead ass asking for
His useless hour on radio
Activity
Get on with bein someone
What’s the alternative ?
What’s the solution ?
Activity
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He is shining in the light
Because he is the light
Why do you try to follow
The little light in the night?
I open up my heart
To your ways
ô my light
ô my Lord
Wherever I am or I go
He’s with me, I know
He did everything for me
He’s the one I want to follow
Google it
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Google it for lyrics, dude
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13. |
Le Aids - Degradation
03:04
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whatcha gonna do?
it’s the rain that’s killing you
you’re going «ah ah ah»
light from a screen, switching names but in your dreams
like a copy, call
in a wink or in a wank
missy degradation
a quote is better than yogurt
you go «what?»
third reich at home
like a slap but with the tongue
like i knew it all
and i know it all indeed
oh, baby, why don’t you close the door?
oh, baby, why don’t you sneeze then snore?
oh, baby, why should i spit on god?
oh, baby, why does he sing so loud?
diapers from my mom
yes, she knows i write some songs
but she’s not «wow»
«gosh what a waste
if we could, he would been priest
in the middle-ages, but they are so old-fashioned»
in the gallery
painting’s dumb, walls are pretty
and you go : «sky?»
«what is it for?
if i could, i’d fill it all
with my big big mouth and the trivia of my life»
oh, baby, why do you breathe like that?
oh, baby, why do you call at night?
oh, baby, why those knocks on the wall?
oh, babe, last words of the song
but at the end, i’ll add others like these
the kind you don’t add in the lyric sheet, yeah
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14. |
Period - Pomelo No. 1
02:43
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Ω
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15. |
SunJ - Grassfield Song
02:26
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I’m living on a green, green grass field ground
There’s nothing and no one to bother me around
While I am rolling a big big one
Singing and playing my crappy Grass Field Song
It leads to nowhere, no goal no purpose
But to smile sometimes in these awful days
Making shitty things really helps my mind
To keep going farer on my inner ways
When someone’s going down there’s nothing to do
So I roll joy for him in a double blunt paper
You can kick on my leisure ‘till you get strong,
While listening to my faily little Grass Field Song
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My rabbit wanna ride
Wanna ride
On Le Tour De France
Tour de France
Carrot Juice
To be Strong !
Climb Mountains
Like Amstrong
My rabbit wanna ride
Wanna ride
On Le Tour De France
Tour de France
My rabbit wanna ride
Wanna ride
Wanna ride
Go !
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