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<\/center><\/p>\n\n01 – White Lies<\/a>
\n02 – Somewhere I Can Go<\/a>
\n03 – NRM<\/a>
\n04 – Abilene<\/a>
\n05 – Guzzle the Apple<\/a>
\n06 – The Faces<\/a>
\n07 – Preachy Bomb Dealers<\/a>
\n08 – The Calling<\/a>
\n09 – Rumble<\/a>
\n10 – Unconcern Is Dead<\/a> <\/p>\n
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Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
I\u2019m afraid I can\u2019t do that again
\nMy hands are shaking. My voice is hoarse
\nI can\u2019t control myself anymore
\nI\u2019m afraid I can\u2019t do that again<\/p>\n
Midnight. You have to transcend me
\nLeave it out. Soft meetings are often clumsy.
\nI want it so much.
\nWhite lies don\u2019t falter. Or rarely.
\nSomething to hide on el camino.
\nNow I\u2019ve got it too.
\n <\/p>\n
Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
There\u2019s a time for everything
\nStop the movements of your arms
\nIt\u2019s complicated
\nThe best ways and my convictions are often in contradiction<\/p>\n
Throw this new French connection away.
\nSomewhere I can go
\nLock my new hard concession away
\nSomewhere I can go<\/p>\n
Break the spell and let me breathe
\nStay away from all the clouds
\nI\u2019m suffocating.
\nA long life and my addictions are conflicting. All said and done…<\/p>\n
Throw this new French connection away.
\nSomewhere I can go
\nLock my new hard concession away
\nSomewhere I can go<\/p>\n
Somewhere I can stay
\nI don’t know if I can stay here
\nIt’s better left unsaid<\/p>\n
Throw this new French connection away.
\nSomewhere I can go
\nLock my new hard concession away
\nSomewhere I can go
\n <\/p>\n
Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
I\u2019m a long way from home
\nThinking about what is done
\nEvery second is a second chance
\nAnd it\u2019s gonna save me.
\nI\u2019m feeling good. Obviously.
\nCause nothing really matters.
\nNothing really matters<\/p>\n
It\u2019s the crowning moment
\nNot a real fulfillment
\nEvery second is a second chance
\nAnd it\u2019s gonna save me.
\nI\u2019m feeling good. Obviously.
\nCause nothing really matters.
\nNothing really matters<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t care
\nBlack roses cover me<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a brand new day
\nThe reason why Nina sang
\nEvery second is a second chance
\nAnd it\u2019s gonna save me.
\nI\u2019m feeling good. Obviously.
\nCause nothing really matters.
\nNothing really matters<\/p>\n
Black roses cover me
\n <\/p>\n
Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
I come here as a bull. There\u2019s no surrender. No cue.
\nIs it me or you ? The first.
\nI come here as a bull. I say.
\nWhat do you want ? Like you.<\/p>\n
(I\u2019m) Moving to Abilene. Yeah.<\/p>\n
I don’t think you’re acute. Wait for the answer. But not long.
\nIs it mine or yours ? The game.
\nI don’t think you’re acute. I say.
\nWhere do you go? Like you.<\/p>\n
(I\u2019m) Moving to Abilene. Yeah<\/p>\n
Then you come here
\nYou\u2019re a fool
\nThere\u2019s no reason to feel good
\nThen you go out
\nAbilene is a washout I believe in
\nWatch the comet
\nYou’re next
\nYour dissent is the best
\nIf you go back to Abilene
\nDon’t forget that I’m your king<\/p>\n
(I\u2019m) Moving to Abilene. Yeah
\n <\/p>\n
Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
You don\u2019t have to compare anything. Guzzle the Apple
\nYou don\u2019t understand what it means. Not really sexual.
\nYou can use your brain to break the circle.
\nSheep and lion.
\nGuzzle the Apple.<\/p>\n
You can say you\u2019re not keen
\nThey won\u2019t smash your spleen
\nDon\u2019t let these profiteers walk over you
\nDon\u2019t let them walk over you
\nDon\u2019t let them walk
\nDon\u2019t… guzzle the Apple.
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Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
Hear the bell. People run
\nAll the faces are tense and so cold
\nUnderstand what they\u2019ve lost
\nEverything evokes the grey of production<\/p>\n
I can offer them a smile
\nThe vista is narrow.
\nTheir eyes don\u2019t look inside their own thirst for power<\/p>\n
They live in their own little world
\nFaces with no attention
\nNo hope on the faces.
\nThe faces
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Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
We are the same. We are guns
\nWe are the stars alone on the map now
\nWe are the sun where we were hidden
\nWe’re in the game. Yeah we’re in the game<\/p>\n
Patient like a bomb
\nYou can say we are insane.
\nWe won’t back down<\/p>\n
The inner workings of your mind are obsolete
\nCan somebody tell us how it feels?
\nContext for real<\/p>\n
We are the same. We are guns
\nWe are pain and we are blood
\nWe are justice and also profit
\nWe\u2019re always the same. Yeah we’re in the game<\/p>\n
Patient like a bomb
\nYou can say we are insane. We won’t back down
\nTraffickers are clowns
\nWe\u2019ll be preachy till the end. We won’t back down
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Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
They say lazy. No future. No hope.
\nI won\u2019t settle for less. So Fuck you all.
\nThis is a new shape. A new trip. A new return
\nSwallowed by the ease. Ok I was unplugged.<\/p>\n
A new choice is burning all the cards. This is my calling.
\nAll lights are out and tapes rewind. This is my calling.
\nRemorse falls asleep at night. This is my calling.
\nIt will surely be all right. This is my calling.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sick of \u201cI could have been\u201d \u201cI should have done\u201d
\nI was waiting for something but I don\u2019t know what.
\nThis is a new shape. A new trip. A new return
\nSwallowed by the ease. Ok I was unplugged.<\/p>\n
A new choice is burning all the cards. This is my calling.
\nAll lights are out and tapes rewind. This is my calling.
\nRemorse falls asleep at night. This is my calling.
\nIt will surely be all right. This is my calling.
\nThe Calling<\/p>\n
Sometimes the real things open up your mind
\nIt\u2019s going obvious like a sunbeam in your life
\nThe Calling
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Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
New day. The sun is coming up over the sea.
\nMy head is burning like the sand under my feet.
\nBig waves and gravity.
\nSurf for my sanity.
\nFeel this atmosphere.
\nNobody can remove the salt on my skin
\nOn a board life\u2019s very simple<\/p>\n
Take-off. I’m ready to rumble.<\/p>\n
That is my cure when I need to break out. Say ah ah
\nI don’t really wish anything else. Sing ah ah.
\nOh Baby hide your blue eyes and shout . Scream ah ah
\nFeel the wind on your face. Just enough.
\nOn a board life\u2019s very simple<\/p>\n
Take-off. I’m ready to rumble.
\nReady to face the hurdle
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Lyrics: Y.MESSIN<\/i><\/p>\n
In a world without faith
\nDreams would not be in cage
\nAnother loss today. New funeral lament.
\nCan we stop it now ? Do we feel the bends ?
\nThe Satire\u2019s complaint. That is beyond our ken<\/p>\n
Unconcern is dead. The day is gone. We’re not feeling insecure
\nWhatever we think. Whatever we want. We are all on the same slope
\nUnconcern is dead. The day is gone with the light behind the door.
\nThe scheming of fear always comes to nothing. Thanks to you.Nothing at all.<\/p>\n
And should we put a name to this unknown bane ?
\nWe would have seen the last spark before the blast<\/p>\n
Unconcern is dead. The day is gone. We’re not feeling insecure
\nWhatever we think. Whatever we want. We are all on the same slope
\nUnconcern is dead. The day is gone with the light behind the door.
\nThe scheming of fear always comes to nothing. Thanks to you.Nothing at all.<\/p>\n
Bright obscurity doesn\u2019t hide the insanity
\nNothing to be gained cause unconcern is dead
\nNothing at all
\nPens for history. Emotions in memory.
\nNothing at all<\/p>\n
The Satire\u2019s complaint. That is beyond our ken<\/p>\n
Unconcern is dead. The day is gone. We’re not feeling insecure
\nWhatever we think. Whatever we want. We are all on the same slope
\nUnconcern is dead. The day is gone with the light behind the door.
\nThe scheming of fear always comes to nothing. Thanks to you.Nothing at all.<\/p>\n
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