1. |
It's a War Game
02:45
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It’s a war game,
illness of big cities, big cities big cities,
it’s a war game. (x2)
We feel we’re bound together in the open air
Resting our minds. STOP. When time is dead.
We feel we’ll live forever till someone calls upstairs
It’s a guess. STOP. The plot is unfair.
We’re bout’ to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something but time has come to its end.
We’re ‘bout to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something but time has come to the
War game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities,
It’s a war game. (x2)
There’s a queen in the cloakroom
Waiting for the king of the comic books,
There’s a fire.
There’s a fire.
I don’t wanna walk on somebody’s steps.
I don’t wanna run in a circle race.
I don’t wanna fit in a standardized taste.
I don’t wanna fit in a standardized waist.
STOP.
We’re here for the light when rain goes away.
We’re her for the dance that doctors call sex.
We’re here for the life that we’re willing to get.
We’re her for the life that we’re willing to get.
We’re for the
Game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities,
War game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities,
War game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities.
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2. |
La Transe des Oiseaux
02:51
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It’s a guess,
We should test.
I’m not asking for more.
Just wait and see.
Meet me at the lighthouse of the blue bay.
Meet me with a smile on your face.
Be ready to share till the end of the day.
Tomorrow morning, the ocean be the same.
I’m the girl with the boots and the skirt and the white shirt.
It is sunset, I’m waiting there.
Backlight.
Backlight.
I imprint my name into the wood of the landing stage
I’m waiting.
Still waiting.
I feel the heat decreasing, my min dis overloaded,
I’m a tigress.
Enclosed in weariness.
Meet me at the lighthouse of the blue bay.
Meet me with a smile on your face.
Be ready to share till the end of the day.
Tomorrow morning, the ocean be the same.
I’m the girl with the boots and the skirt and the white shirt.
A veal with a neckless, i’m desperately breathless.
I keep the faith.
It’s a guess,
We should test
…
I’m the girl with the boots and the skirt and the white shirt.
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3. |
She Saw Light
04:49
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Figures, dancing, glittering
Stuck in a hopeless dance, lock in the rhythm of the chest
What if, What if, everybody was overwhelming, change your state of mind, change your state of mind
Those figures are dancing and sweating dor love and peace when the world is cold outside. Feeling full and steady for once ‘cause the future is compromise.
Change your state of mind, change your state of mind.
I remember my friend she felt she was all alone.
She took pills and booze to make her feel above.
Naked in the bathtub it’s a success she lost conscious.
She saw light.
Beams filtered between her eyelashes.
Glittering figures angels of carwash.
She closed her eyes.
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4. |
You Have to Understand
03:17
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I can be lyrical.
I’m also proud to be a traumatic girl.
But in the end you see all is equal.
I’m entertaining.
Speaking loud sometimes I make you feel uneasy.
I wish you luck if you try to look down on me.
(You have to understand)
I won’t wait ‘till you finally think you’re ready.
I won’t wait being nice, lovely and steady.
I won’t wait at the corner of your eye,
Don’t have the time,
I need to be myself.
I’ll make you sway.
And I’ll bend over you, you know me I can play.
I’m not ashamed when I’m a bird of prey.
It’s systematic.
Sometimes I feel like I am anachronic.
I spit on you if you dare to tell me ‘suck my dick’.
(You have to understand)
I won’t wait ‘till you finally think you’re ready.
I won’t wait, being nice lovely and steady.
I won’t wait at the corner of your eye,
Don’t have the time,
I need to be myself.
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5. |
Goodbye
03:02
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I see the beauty of your soul.
I try and catch the deepness of your eye.
I feel the grace of your body.
I smell your hair twirling in the air.
My guilt, I want to try more loving,
Even if there’s no reason,
but goodbye.
My guilt, I want to try more loving,
Even If there’s no reason,
But goodbye.
I wish your voice could enchant me.
I keep traces of your charm.
Sorry by your side I can’t sleep.
I sit and leave a void between your arms.
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6. |
In Your Dreams
02:04
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n your dreams
Creatures of your liquid dreams
Wandering in your head
Ending up with a bunny tail
Whiter than cream
In your dreams
You frown at the mysterious mounts
Fucking hell
Too high to cross
Got to take on the tops
In your dreams
In your dreams
In your dreams
And then you met a spider girl
Dancing all night
Waltzing with her eight arms
Your eyes
Drowning in her eight eyes
You feel the pressure
When you’re not at her measure
And you’re just a fly
Come on in
And you’re drowned
In your dreams
In your dreams
In your dreams
In your dreams
In your dreams
In your dreams
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