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| 1 - IN THE CEMETERY OF THE HIDDEN
TRACKS Never thought it would last forever Travellin' across the hidden tracks This is our long fugacious journey, Just the next season to play back Before this life, before this season, In fact they were already dead You can be sure that after death In the end they are still alive Time scratches hard against this island I know it's light that shows us dark Every play back, I learn to forget Every play back, I hope to try If everything has been done We have to find where Before this life, before this season, In fact they were already dead You can be sure that after death In the end they are still alive If everything has been done We have to find where If everything has been done We have to find where Time crashes down upon this island Flirting with keepers of the place Previous disorder built for walkers, Epitaph cuts, copy and paste, Push me to find another exit Than the one written with my steps |
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| 2 - GUIDE DOGS' MAN On his way Trapped inside This cemetery of Singing ghosts, Through his ears, Cold and square Songs will rock Nightly pain Guide dogs need Their own guides In this mess he's The last sign Through his fears, Cold and square He will feel Roughly trained |
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| 3 - UNDERGROUND MOVES Drums were drawing A real dancing house Land was crackling Like an old vinyl I was hanging on To the core of this story Vaguely standing Dead on time to be late And through muffled bass Sly female inflection Instinct for stage Inner games and mirage Plea from the tomb, Underground moves Profanation, Between the grooves My memory, beautiful noisy memory She was born during an accident She got the plan of the underground She said : "A guide dogs' man needs A claw on the face, Nails down to the chin. You, are definitely a tourist And that's why I kiss" In actual fact, We never really met I was just slipping From track to track Wandering on her snaky Silhouette shapely My prison cell changing With pressure in my skull What a diversion ! Round-about countries, Digital bodies Weaving the lie Plea from the tomb, Underground moves Procreation, Between the grooves Thinking seems to me you know As though I'm talking to a stranger, Talking to a madman In cryptic words She wasn't there anymore Had she ever been ? They ask me for her whistle To save it for years But I'm definitely a tourist And that's why I kiss My memory, beautiful noisy memory My memory, beautiful nasty melody My memory, beautiful noisy memory |
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| 4 - INTO THE RUSH Skeleton, skeleton, what have we here ? Skeleton tunes, in skeleton gear Melodies lying around underground Have to be shelled, sound after sound We are into the rush Oh we are into the rush Repetition is our kind of defeat There's no mutation inside my meat I look at your face and think that it's mine What musical breeds can we hope to find ? We're into the rush (remanences, remanences) We're into the rush (remanences, remanences) Here comes my friend the genetical chord Dig this, dig that, check out the record A turn is ending, but what do we know ? Unlock the grave, bring us what is below We're into the rush (remanences) We're into the rush (remanences) Write down my sayings, feel my intuition I think I was famous here in a former life Is there something to say between pop notes ? A new tongue is suddently growing in my mouth ! |
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| 5 - ISLAND MINDED These beautiful moments How will they cease ? As I lower my body, I can't tell In her cage I go down The secret track Down labyrinth hole Well, I guess the lost ones Lose themselves again They fasten their lives But my anchor says... No trace of the call No trace at all No trace of the call Down labyrinth hole She sang like a quiet ambulance I was supposed to catch a siren Goodbye men I go down A secret well Deceitful tunnel So, I guess they will lose Lose themselves again They fasten my life But my anchor says... No trace of the call No trace at all No trace of the call Snake's in the well No trace of the call No trace at all No trace of the call Down labyrinth hole Hear me fall, here I fall, Lonely trace of the call So limitlessly Hear me fall, here I fall, Lonely trace of the call So limitlessly, so limitlessly The anchor will disappear from my sight And I from yours Hear me fall, here I fall, Lonely trace of the call So limitlessly Hear me fall, here I fall, They are taping it all So limitlessly Hear me fall, here I fall, Lonely trace of the call So limitlessly, so limitlessly |
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| 6 - DEAF AND
DUMB (Instrumental) |
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| 7 - DANCE ALONG
PARASITES (Instrumental) |
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| 8 - SCARECROW I am the scarecrow, no one needs Planted in a field with no seeds See the dead wheat in the shadow Of my dry and twisted straw You can believe me, There is no foolish presence I'm asking for a glance, Even hostile, I don't care I am the scarecrow, behold my field Black wheat is no better shield Nothing to save, or to defend, Nothing to hunt, just wait You can believe me, There's no foolish existence I just asking for a glance, Even hostile, I don't care Believe me, There is no foolish presence I'm asking for a glance, Even hostile, I don't care |
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| 9 - DEAD SINGER I'm on the wheel Mute and still Holding my breath I don't want to be killed anymore Like I swear I've been They cut samples Of my songs In the studio, Use my voice in a commercial line And it's sold as mine How could it seem so human To sing without lungs ? How could it seem so human To touch without feeling On the wheel again Still muted Biding my death I don't want to be here anymore But I know I will |
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