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12A, Calvary Road

by The Decline!

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Intro 01:01
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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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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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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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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
10.
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
11.
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
12.
Shining Cage 04:37
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
13.
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
14.
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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26.04 - Angers / Le Chabada w/ Anti-Flag
03.05 - Lyon / Ninkasi Kafé w/Not Scientists
04.05 - Bourg en Bresse / La Tannerie w/Not Scientists
05.05 - St Dié des vosges / L’entracte deux w/Not Scientists
06.05 - Vauréal / Le Forum w/Not Scientists + Jaya The Cat
07.05 - Les Brouzils / Festival Retotacots w/Not Scientists
09.05 - Tours / Le bar à mines
10.05 - Nantes / Le Ferailleur w/Not Scientists
11.05 - Rennes / Le Jardin Moderne w/Not Scientists + Brigada Flores Magon + 22 long Riffs
12.05 - Brest / La Carène w/Not Scientists
13.05 - Angoulême / Le Mars
02.06 - Paris / Le Gibus / This is my fest
03.06 - Asques / Festiv’asques
16.06 - Clisson / Hellfest
28.06 - Essen (G) / Don’t Panic
29.06 - Berlin (G) / Schokoladen
30.06- München (G) / Kafe Kult
01.07 - Nuremberg (G) / Zentralcafe

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released April 21, 2014

Kicking Records/Pias Vinyl : Kicking Records / Zone Onze / Rural Muzik / General Strike

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Enregistré au Chipolata Framboise Studio.
Mastering Alexandre Ayrault alexayrault.com

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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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