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Intro
01:01
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I'm walking those streets
Where I used to wander
Aiming for something new
Was it really me, already me
Trying to be someone else
Now I can tell, I’ll never be alone
I live with the ones I have been one day
I know they can't be gone away
I build new dreams, day after day
With the pieces of the broken ones
My bleeding hands are picking them up
In the ashes of what burnt one day
Listening to the songs
That I used to listen
Pretending to be strong
Was it really me, already me
Trying to be someone else
Now I can tell, I’ll never be alone
I live with the ones I have been one day
I know they can't be gone away
I build new dreams, day after day
With the pieces of the broken ones
My bleeding hands are picking them up
In the ashes of what burnt one day
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Some rivers of mud are made to flow in deep blue seas
And that’s where we’re going
Some dusty roads are leading to big, bright cities of light
And that’s where we’re going
We got to do with what we’ve got
Even if what we’ve got is nothing at all
Let’s turn that shit into gold
Let’s turn that rubbish and that crap into something shining to the world
Let’s turn that shit into gold
Let’s turn that rubbish and that crap into something shining to the world
The saddest tears can’t fall lower than that ground I’m walking on
And that’s where they fall
But genuine hopes will never be stopped by this grey low clouds
So that's where they fly
We got to do with what we’ve got
Even if what we’ve got is nothing at all
Let’s turn that shit into gold
Let’s turn that rubbish and that crap into something shining to the world
Let’s turn that shit into gold
Let’s turn that rubbish and that crap into something shining to the world
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Everything goes wrong
03:34
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EVERYTHING GOES WRONG
There have been fights
You and me on the warzone
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go
Nowhere's safe
There is no remedy, There is no end
Sooner or later, everything goes wrong
When everything goes wrong
Silence is my favourite song
I can't help it
Sooner or later
Everything goes wrong
I'm guilty but we both are my victims
I wasn't lying but my words weren't true
I'm guilty but we both are my victims
We live and we die from what we love
And we love
When everything goes wrong
Silence is my favourite song
I can't help it
Sooner or later
Everything goes wrong
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White mornings when I can't stand
All of what is around
What’s in front of my tired staring eyes
Under those yellowish skies
A match, a lighter and a full barrel of fuel
I wanna burn it all and be cruel
But the city is already burning
So I laugh while I’m walking away
I hate this world but I love my life
I hear their words but I stand my ground
I hate this world but I love my life
I hear their words but I stand my ground
My brain doesn’t get what is going on
How crazy people can be
Can't even tell what I'm really feeling inside
The words in my head are all blurred
The strong needs the weak while the weak is looking for weaker
To feel much stronger again
A match a lighter and full barrel of fuel
How I hate this bunch of fools
I hate this world but I love my life
I hear their words but I stand my ground
I hate this world but I love my life
I hear their words but I stand my ground
I stand my ground, take a look at my broken teeth
I'm smiling at my two fast, impatient feet
I love my life, take a look at my cold dark eyes
They're staring at what is burning out there
And they don't care
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We are the showers on the roofs
The wind and the mist are our roots
We're pouring, we're blowing, we're here and we are there
We're pouring, we're blowing, we are everywhere
We're sticking to the streets they're sticking to our feet
We were here before the sun
We're sticking to the streets they're sticking to our feet
We're not waiting for the sun
We are the shadows on the walls
We answer to the nightfall calls
We're raging, we're blowing, flowing in every gutter
We're whistling, we're floating, going to somewhere better
We're pouring, we're blowing, we're here and we are there
We're pouring, we're blowing, we are everywhere
We're sticking to the streets they're sticking to our feet
We were here before the sun
We're sticking to the streets they're sticking to our feet
We're not waiting for the sun
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12A, Calvary Road
03:00
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12 A, CALVARY ROAD
I live at 12 A, Calvary Road
In a very little village, around here there are loads
Of those useless places with nothing to do
But sleeping if you can, back from work that's what I do
Here the rents are cheaper but cheaper's not cheap
In my overdraft all year I'm sentenced to creep
I'm not complaining things are not that bad
But some dreams cost money and it's driving me mad
There's one month before I get paid
I'm broke, don't know who to pray
There is nothing in my purse
I Could swear that I've been cursed
There's one month before I get paid
The walls are shaking it's the 56th Bus
Bringing back to the city those who down here got lost
Sunday afternoon, in my broken bed I'm lying
On my small computer screen the red and blacks they are losing
I need some money, I need some cash
I should have sold some coke and some hash
Then I could get faster on that salutary plane
Flying with my girl far from kingdom of rain
There's one month before I get paid
I'm broke, don't know who to pray
There is nothing in my purse
I Could swear that I've been cursed
There's one month before I get paid
Meet me tonight on the streets of crime
Let's walk tonight on the streets of crime
Meet me tonight on the streets of crime
There's gold to be made, the future is mine
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A letter to my rain city
04:04
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Rain is making stains
And you’ll never look the same again
As when we first met years ago
Who do you think you're fooling ?
Those new jewels are not shining
More than the water on your dirty ground
You're not heaven, you're not hell
You were there each time I fell
Now you try to change your face
There is make up all over the place
You can pretend, you can fake
You’re the only one to ache
Make up’s useless in the rain
Your street of thirst is dry
No matter how hard the night clowns try
Party's over your smile is gone
You wanna be someone else
In the eyes of somebody else
But you'll never have the fancy looks they need
You're not heaven, you're not hell
You were there each I fell
Now you try to change your face
There is make up all over the place
You can pretend, you can fake
You’re the only one to ache
Make up’s useless in the rain
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Here comes the cold
03:07
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A cross is raising from the black frosted stones
Our dark old streets are where will rest his bones
The sun is dead, don't expect him to shine
Usual suspects will pay for that crime
Others will of course be fine
We woke up this morning, we were facing his lonely grave
With guilt in our eyes
Still and silent, while a storm raved
On top of the city hall a drab flag waved
Who killed the sun?
Here comes the cold
Shades of black : the colors of our lives
We all are wandering in that deadly hive
We don't know where to go now we've no sight
Some use their brain and some find a light
And many like robots turn right
We woke up this morning, we were facing his lonely grave
With guilt in our eyes
Still and silent, while a storm raved
On top of the city hall a drab flag waved
Who killed the sun?
Here comes the cold
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Proud not to be proud
03:27
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You’re proud
And your head is high
But it's hung by all the strings
Of your own fear of transparency
You’re proud, you're proud, you're proud
You’re talking loud
But the loudness of your voice
Is your own fear of not being heard
I hear pride everywhere
How many really dare
To be what they say they are
I'm proud not to be proud
You’re proud
Of what you own
Every trophy that you’re buying
Is another nail hammered in your coffin
You’re proud, you're proud, you're proud
What you say is special
But special is the role
You wisely play in your usual life
I hear pride everywhere
How many really dare
To be what they wanna be
I'm proud not to be proud
If only the world could become blind
You'd disappear from all the screens
You all are your own favourite show
You never mean the words you throw
You're proud You are proud
Now please forget your pride
Try for once to be dignified
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A SMILING BEAST A CRYING ANGEL
All the knives in his back and the dirt in his past
Won't hide the broken teeth on his smiling face, on his smiling face
The noise of the voices talking about him,
Won't cover up the stories, he tells me all night long, he tells me all night long
Take a look, take a look behind the cell door
There's a smile on his face in the honor of future
And a tear on the floor in the memory of youth
And a finger, and a finger raised for you
Raised for you !
He's a smiling beast and a crying angel
A smiling beast and a crying angel
Ohohohoho
With « guilty » tatooed on his face
And pure gold hidden in his heart
But be sure that a demon with an angel heart will never deserve
the hell you wander in and he's telling me
« In a goddam place where victims are guilty
justice is for ever sentenced to death, sentenced to death !!! »
Take a look, take a look behind the cell door
There's a smile on his face in the honor of future
And a tear on the floor in the memory of youth
And a finger, and a finger raised for you
Raised for you !
He's a smiling beast and a crying angel
A smiling beast and a crying angel
With « guilty » tatooed on his face
And pure gold hidden in his heart
You can lock an angel in jail
A demon will get out
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Shining Cage
04:37
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Funerals start
But nothing from your heart
You are empty
Your words are weak
You feel nothing but you speak
I wish you could choke
But your voice never broke
Sentences are coming out
You don't talk, no you shout
You should get out of here
You're singing justice
But you've stopped to fight
You're singing freedom but you're trapped
You must jump off the stage to get out of this shining cage
Fuck the scene, fuck full-time artists
That microphone in my fist
You must jump off the stage to get out of this shining cage
You think you're burning
But you're freezing
You say you're free
But you're kind of trapped
Silence is not the end
There's a life after the bend
I wish you could choke
But your voice never broke
Sentences are coming out
You don't talk no you shout
You should get out of here
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Out of the maze
03:26
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This one is for
The things that keep me out of the maze
That maze where I may lost myself
Printed on my fist, engraved in my shivering skin
Like good old friends they remind me what really cares
One is for singing, one is for future,
one is for learning and the last for adventure
One is for music, one for my brothers,
one is for silence and the last for my lover
I’m singing these words
For all of those who has been forced
To lose their hopes, it’s for the migrant and the poor
My soulful fights, the genuine tears that I have shed
Inspiring lights, leading me until I‘m dead
One is for singing, one is for future,
one is for learning and the last for adventure
One is for music, one for my brothers,
one is for silence and the last for my lover
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Gone with the stream
03:20
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In the subway window I can see my own reflection
I pale tired face with dark rings under the eyes
Awake all night asking myself the same questions
That will be useless when I am real gone
Gone with the stream...
Gone with the dreams I had...
What will be left of those questions and doubts ?
What will be left of myself ?
What will be left of those lonesome nights
When I am gone with the stream ?
I try to make the good choice but there are so many options
It's hard to focus and my coffee's getting cold
Why aren't things simple ? Will I take the right decision ?
While I'm wondering I am slowly getting old
Gone with the stream...
Gone with the dreams I had...
What will be left of those questions and doubts ?
What will be left of myself ?
What will be left of those lonesome nights
When I am Gone with the stream ?
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The Decline ! Rennes, France
The Decline ! was born in 2009 in Rennes (Britanny, France), Their first EP, « An old indian cemetery », released in the middle of 2010, shows what it is all about : genuine punk-rock music with a folk and country flavour. Their first full length "Broken hymns for beating hearts" is a mix between punk rock and acoustic folk tunes. ... more
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