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WILDCAT STRIKE
02:09
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Working for the same bastards
We're begging for an utopian change
I'm getting impatient
They're taking back the scraps they gave
And we're still asleep wake up move on
They're eating worker's spinal cord
But we'll poison them all
WILDCAT STRIKE, WILDCAT STRIKE
IT'S TIME FOR WILDCAT STRIKES
Closing all their factory
We'll stab your boss fuck you bastards
Let's live the workers management
And the chiefs must be locked
Shouting all the slogans we made
We'll fight against the crap shut up now
Pulling down all this slaving world
We'll build our future
WE'RE MAKING HISTORY
WE'LL IMPOSE SOLIDARITY
WE'LL BREAK THEIR STUPID RULES
WE'LL CLIMB THE HIGHEST MOUNT
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2. |
GOOD RIDDANCE
02:19
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The teacher said that I was mad
And my mum told it to my dad
I didn't gave a damn
I lived in my pleasure painted in my colors
I succeeded in forgetting these empty words
Now my boss wants me to stand up
When my legs claim to be at rest
But I don't give damn
I'm lying in my bed I'm sleeping I am well
Praying for a life gotten rid of my stupid job.
GOOD RIDDANCE
TAKE YOUR CHANCE
WE MUST SHOOT DOWN THOSE FUCKING RULES
AROUND THE WORLD
But I'm also wanted for theft
I must admit that I am deft
The cops are spinning around
I'm robbing cause I'm broke
I'm leaving the sheep's flock
Cause I don't want to starve
to death behind the gates.
I won't spend my time as a bum
And I want lounge in the sun
I build my happiness
I'm lazy I am proud I'm doing what I hope
Breathing the scent of all the flowers of my soul.
I'm trampling on my broken chains
For freedom, my rebirth, I make peace with myself.
I'm throwing out their common sense
For my quietness I don't care 'bout the rest.
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3. |
RATP
03:41
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4. |
SOMETIMES
03:17
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Sometimes I put my brain in a strange and sweet atmosphere
Drinking a bottle of wine I forget my name
Driving on the white line my nose vomiting my envies
Breathing the dust of snow I hope, I shout I swallow my pills
SOMETIMES I FALL
I'm looking for upheaval yeah I don't crawl
SOMETIMES I FALL
So I put my head in the fridge
SOMETIMES I FALL
My heart is beating in my breast and I'm so mean
SOMETIMES I FALL
The fire's burning in my veins
Hurt hurt please hurt me now
Cocaine is burning my soul
Tread tread you tread on me
I just need some reaction
Kill kill you can kill me
I'm travelling in an erotic sea
Sting sting you can sting me
I just need some reaction
Sometimes I look outside
The sounds of war are biting my ears
Sometimes I getaway
I forget this world I forget my name
Sometimes I leave loathing
The drug's so nice I go on smiling
Sometimes I am so drunk
I'm hoping, I'm shouting I live in my words for once
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5. |
THE PATSY
01:30
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6. |
TIMES OF FEAR
03:10
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We're living in a new age of fear
The doors are locked but the TV's yelling tears
Now everywhere you can fell some distrust
When I'm alone, I'm always in disgust
But I don't want be scared of people
And I don't need any gun in my soul
They brandish all the bogeys they find
They're shooting and everyone is blind
The right of state is the end of freedom
Newspapers say that we must stay at home
And their justice tries to file all my claws
Prisons are built the bastards make their law
THIS IS THE TIME OF FEAR
TOMORROW WILL BE SAD
THE GOVERNMENT AND THEIR HENCHMEN
ARE TERRORIZING ALL YOUR MINDS
Just thing about wars
That they have made
To establish their silliness
And they control the mass media
Just to confine us in their jail
They're acting behind smog of fear
We must turn over a new leaf
Dictatorships of frightened people
The police state, we must think as some moles
They're spying us we are terrorists
Big brother says just obey you're guilty
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7. |
STRIKE
01:27
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My only ways are in the fashion stores
Some market surveys lead my taste and choice
I waste my time behind the shop windows
I'm a consumer I take part in the show
BULLSHIT BUT I MUST BUY
Like an old actor I know my part so well
Supermarkets always write the screenplay
I'm always waiting for the sales season
I'm a new citizen of this trading world
And I always trust in the brands
The trademarks feed me
I'm always hungry
I'm living like a dog
I'm eating like a dog
I never think cause I'm a jerk
Believe in business, follow their silliness,
open your minds to the salesmen and all their reps
I trust in commercials, you can't see my morals
cause I sold them with my mother yesterday
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8. |
FAKE IDOL
03:22
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9. |
I WANT THE MOON
02:51
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You say that I should burn
my dreams into your flames
But you're too young to catch fire
and you can't see for yourself.
You can vomit your insults
when you're too drunk
I don't listen you no more
yeah let me alone.
Yes I'd rather live my life
in the half-light of my own hopes
My utopian view gives more
than all your stupid talking to
Yes I'd rather close my eyes
considering myself for a bird
Yes I want the moon
and I won't change my point of view
Yes i want the moon
even if you say I'm fool.
AND I DON'T CARE IF EXPERT SAYS THAT I'M WRONG
CAUSE I'M BLIND CAUSE I'M DEAF
I MAKE MY ROAD AND I'M STRONG.
And I don't trust in anything that you could say
I don't give a dawn you know yeah let me alone.
Visions of my own world
That's all I want to see
please tell me now that I am free
My defiance is resistance
I won't forget my dreams
and I won't betray my envy
My defiance is resistance
In the black hole where we live
we keep the rage to be happy
My defiance is resistance
I'll hunt your resignation
to feel my heart in my body.
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10. |
LAZY SONG
04:06
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Take away your idols
just take away your faith
Take away your hatred carry off your panic
We'll fill our void
We'll spend the day messing around
Hey we don't want to sweat
We're feeding on sin we'll go far this evening
The light in my eyes shines
The lack of conviction
A world of deception
We'll leave all that
We're not like some criminals
We will smoke another pipe of peace
We don't follow their morals
We're looking for an exciting dream
People say we're gangsters
cause we don't run every day
Don't listen to the witch
put the wind in their chief
Ignore their common sense
When they're knocking at your door
Hey you've got to run fast
Get away from their schools
don't regret they're such fools
Let's break your inside fears
Carving our passion
We'll forget ambition
During this night
Let's close your thought
to the sadness of your soul
Don't listen to your teachers
stab the stupid leaders
Your life will be dyed in rose
When your days become too sad
Hey you don't have to cry
Throw away your manners
build all your desires
Get off the beaten track
The perfume of freedom
We'll forbid the boredom
During this night
We don't want their privilege
We're living on the edge
We don't want any pity
Just the smell of liberty
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11. |
SUNNY DAYS
02:52
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12. |
BUFFALO VAN
02:08
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They're not human they fell like beast
They've got some horns they smell like pigs
THEY'RE MOOING
They're empty brains make them happy
They don't have blood but rotten beer
THEY'RE DRINKING
I come from the countryside
I am the buffalo van
THEY'RE COMING
I break everything's moving
I hit everyone's standing
We're sending all a sos buffalo van's coming tonight
This deadly night will be tragic
We're sending all a sos new barbarians are in the fair
They're not burying the hatchet
They are skinheads they are brigades
Their violent game their fascist ways
THEY'RE BITING
Their only belief in violence
They are bastards they're the nonsense
THEY'RE CRETINS
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13. |
APATHY
02:40
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They've got their cross
And they follow their boss
They never think about happiness
They still obey their chief
They grovel on his feet
They never ask just "what can I do?"
Swallowing all the news
They're following the rules
Always living in a straight line
They never watch beyond
Learning how to be obedient well brought up
What is the difference?
Between them and sheep?
They work as slaves
Waiting for nothing
What is the difference?
Eat their shit
They always delight in their tears
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14. |
SICK IN THE MORNING
03:10
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15. |
SHOW ME THE LIGHT
02:52
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16. |
ANOTHER DAY
02:04
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They put some lies in all your heads
To control all you have to say
And tomorrow they'll call you for a war
Their jingoism fills all their speech
Flourish your flag serve your country
But I don't love my nation
I'm pissing on my kingdom
They're egging on the male image
To put the boys in their barracks
And tomorrow they'll bomb the entire world
They rise the youth in stupid rules
The pride of strength, the school of hate
But I don't love my nation
I'm pissing on my kingdom
Take out their conceit, Take out their values
Take out their army, We'll be fine
I don't want to think like all this fighters
and all those servant rats
Take out their orders, Take out obedience
Take out their frontiers, We'll be fine
I don't want to think like all this fighters
and all those servant rats
They venerate their football team
Like the dogs worship their masters
And tomorrow they'll plunder my small town
Their reflection comes from their balls
Their violent ways, their strongest law
But I don't love my nation
I'm pissing on my kingdom
ANOTHER DAY
A DIFFERENT LIFE
We'll leave the pigs going on their wars
ANOTHER DAY
A DIFFERENT LIFE
We'll cut their dicks to them in a jar
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17. |
LIAM
02:33
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18. |
KILL ME
02:39
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19. |
ABAJO
04:18
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22. |
WHERE ARE MY WORDS
03:09
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There are some words that fill my eyes with gold
They are my words
The name of flowers, the words like freedom or justice
There are some speech that swamp my soul of fear
It get my goat
Smooth talkers, popes of all kinds you should be hanged
There're the voices of oppressed nations
They are my voice
Cries of Burma, the shout of children of nowhere
Please sing me just one sweet tune right now
Tomorrow will be too late
I need your sound
Visons of Eden
I'm searching for some hope
Which kind of drink could give me
Pictures of liberty
I think that I will wait and see
Please give some fun, give me your smile,
give me your flames
I need some cure, light my skyline
to break my fear
You are my drug, tell me my words,
give me your help
We're in for it, but we don't mind
There are some words that fill my eyes with gold
Thay are my words
They take my soul, they make my way to happiness
My conscience needs a better food to work
It's not too late
The past belong to the dead men in their coffins
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23. |
MATTER OF GRUB
03:04
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24. |
WELCOME TO HUMANITY
02:28
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Samy's working for some scraps
Saïda's crying her boy is dead
Always suffering never laughing
Cause they're the slaves of this empty crowd
So you can come and I'll show you my neighbours
They've got poodles they're so nice
they're so stupid they're so proud
In my country of pigs we all believe in bullshits
We are sitting up and begging
we are swallowing their craze
So how many million years for this shit
Humanity stinks her reality
We're still mugging like rabid dogs
So how many million years for this shit
Humanity kills your own history
So you should better run away from this jail
You can knock all around the world
If you don't take my word for it
Just turn around don't turn away
Did bankers made this earth for me?
So you can leave our planet
and you will never come back
You can get some Mickey's ears
you can take away my chief
There is nothing you can find
in all this inhuman state
People's greed'skilling nature
because money rules my world.
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25. |
DEPRESSION
03:32
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Light up my small spirit
Ring me up to tell me
If my stress not too loud
Rig me up as the rich
Call my old small jelly
She'll take me for a last walk
For that what I could I ever do
When I'm crossing their smiles
I've got too many silly questions
to answer in my deep throat
Why should I sleep while we can't dream
There's nothing sweet in all my spirit
There's no fun even in night's call
In the half light of my small dusk
My pockets are yelling, for some trumps
I'm harvesting in my own ignorance
You can give me some weed
Grow my old taste of greens
But I've got some sore guts
You can fill up my glass
of a great burgundy wine
But my liver's like a sponge
For that what could ever do
to say I'm happy too
When my body grow old
I've got too many bloody decays
to restore in my old throat
I close my eyes but nothing takes my tired mind
Only pictures of war or the angels of death
I can't wake my arms up I can't pull this trigger now
Give me your worst poison I will leave you for sure
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26. |
LOOK AT ME
02:11
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I was locked up by chance
in strange plastic jail
An angel with both chipped wings
can't stop this evil spell
Two abyssinal cats
bit their their lips to the blood
I find nothing to warm
this unknown neighborhood
I spent my first hours
crying psychotic sounds
These beats of confinement
seem to me rather strained
A living dead monster takes my jail in his hands
But his parkinson moves drop it on the ground
LISTEN TO ME AND LOOK AT ME
I DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE ANYMORE
LISTEN TO ME AND LOOK AT ME
I'M LOOKING FOR SOME HELP TO PUSH THE DOOR
Listen to me and look at me
I need a mirage to keep the faith
I can break my shell easily
My mouth is full of a bad taste
I want sleeping pills to go away
There's too much panic in my nightmare
I don't need a gloomy Sunday
I'd rather die on an electric chair
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Tapes From The Crypt Recordings France
Tapes From The Crypt Recordings is a no profit DIY label driven by passion & love.
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