1. |
Made of Wounds
03:47
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We’re talking about the shame, we’re taking a step forward
We’ll leave this sea, where the salt still burns this body made of wounds
We’re hiding our arms under long sleeves, only our finger tips can be seen
So our scars can exist, hidden in peaceful places
But it’s summer and we’re smoking and drinking so much
We lower our guard with clumsy moves, in a search of a soul to share our wounds
An inner storm is crossing the borders through our opened skins
We’re confessing to ghosts and we’re flirting with shadows
Motionless watchers, expecting a better life
With our elbows on counters, we’re the illness of the first morning lights
We’re trading excuses and silly statements
May September save us and may autumn make the days shorter
All I can feel is salt falling on them, though I thought all my wounds closed
May our wounds remain hidden, and our thoughts locked at home
And I wish we never talked at all
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2. |
A Scar on a Lip
03:40
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A motion in a memory, an await squeal from an inner child
Sometimes I can recognize a few words in this plea
And it’s all about breaking weirs
I swear, I try to pay attention when people talk
While they are walking in ranks on those busy pavements
I’m countaining a necklace of words I’d like to throw up
Nothing but a chain of sounds in empty discurses
I try to pay attention when people talk
I swear, I try to pay attention
Soft torture, I’m behaving while I’m waiting for my turn to speak
I just need to hear my own voice
But they are not into breaking weirs, in ethanol they slowly steam
A motion in a memory, an await squeal from an inner child,
living withdrawn in his fancy
I’d rather walk with my eyes closed, through shivers and colours that only belong to me
I’d rather walk with my eyes closed and remember
I’ve been watching you dancing, you were the weakest light through an autumn noon
And you dispelled the surrounding slowness, though everything was floating, hairs and leaves
An organism reacted through the automats parade
And you filled the void for a while, with written secrets and afired paper planes
An echo from an innocence
But when I’m facing mirrors, all I see is a scar on my lip, an endless reminder
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3. |
Devenir le Vent
02:37
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Their voices are yelling
As far as I can recall, over and over, they spread the resilience
Lame moralists, they sold us a world where dreamers are the weak
Lame moralists… May they burn
Liars, dummies… Their only faith lays in the norms
Don’t forget, you’re not able to fly
An empty costume surrounds your disappointed mind
You’re starving for interest, this is the resilience
So stop trying to commit suicide
You’re launching flashes by yourself
Anything to get these voices to fade away
Don’t forget, you’re not able to fly
So stop trying to commit suicide
They won’t take our lives tonight
They won’t steal our lives tonight
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4. |
Disparaître ici
02:30
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There was something left, something to cherish in the unbalance of your nails
And fears we’ll never cure, mundane things, such as boredom and loneliness
Those lies are heavy on our backs, I mean…
It’s ok to be sad, it is fine to feel lonely
I’d like to take a breath and stop pretending, just for a day
I built a world in my head made out of wishes and thoughts
So grab the last pieces of the time we’ve lost
Burn it and throw the ashes in the wind cause all I can recall is tiredness and sweat
So much words for so little or no sense
And one day soon, we’ll be walking in the midst of the empty windows of small stores
Cause they’ll be all closed down, and there’ll be nothing left but empty rooms and ghosts,
standing at the counter of our wasted nights
I’ll shed a tear for every broken glass, and I’ll smile in memory of our innocence
We defined ourselves by the void that we shared, but I’ve never felt more alive
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5. |
The Town Without Me
02:08
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We’ll give it the sweat it takes
And we’ll switch the tracks of that fate they planned for us
Here is the town where I disappeared
Hidden for ages in the rust of its arteries
To sketch my own map
So you can keep those streets where I lost myself
To get what you want, you have to make an effort
You have to try and improve
That's how you’ll keep yourself inspired
That's how you’ll change
So I’ll give it the sweat it takes
And I’ll leave this town without me
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6. |
Echoes (Feat. Hallali)
05:20
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We’re still making efforts not to stare at the floor when people come to close
And we walked, sober, despite the growls of these crowds
God knows I tried to bear their words and their voices and stop seeking for meanings
God knows I tried…
And once, I remember, I day dreamed of a fire
But I ain’t done no move, and than I’ve seen god laughing
We’re still making efforts not to stare at the floor
Or to stay sober despite the surrounding crowds
God knows I tried to bear these utterances
And stop seeking for meanings
And I wish so hard that your hand in mine would have mean more than a brief smile on a descent
Under a morning that got up too fast
More than a weight to drag afterwards
When we felt from the edge we had only ethanol to relay on
But poison keeps dropping through our veins
And once, I remember, I day dreamed of a fire
But I ain’t done no move than I woke up and I’ve seen god laughing
For every step you felt your legs swinging on the left side
Attracted by the next place where you’d drown in
The night is sweating overturned liquids
It shines on the sidewalks, and colours your footprints
A little darker than the void
At least there’s a mark of this useless walk
Trains and trips left behind
In foggy memories, of ashes and flesh
My ghost and I, we share our nerves and our pleasures
Far from home, far from us and these pictures of our wasted years
Those words are remains, like echoes and a voice shout
Memories, shakes, cold sweats, fires...
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7. |
CASTANEDA
01:50
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The smile is subtle and the knife is hidden behind the back of the thousand dashed
So you’d better worry, yeah you’d better worry
You’d better stay awake cause the blade is sharpened and the butcher is sleepless
Your morning will come, you bastard
Ads and meds aren’t heavy enough to bury as all
It’s like you ate the whole feast and vomit your rests to our feet
Plebeians, dazed between the rush and the descent
The blade is sharpened, the butcher is sleepless
Struggling with our hangovers, locked up in our safety
Your morning will come
Competing for leftovers… We’re struggling with our hangovers
Our grounds are poor and your walls are high and ubiquitous
Well, I thought riots were made out of bodies but our bodies are busy, starring at screens
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8. |
Choke
01:48
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We’re all so blind that we’d better look with our hearts since the truth is invisible to our eyes
Well, sometimes I get wasted, just to forget about that shame I felt when I got wasted
When I was searching for the glaring city lights, I guess we’ve lost ourselves among the beauty and the void
Mind and scars wide open, well, you thought that was the last time you’d choke
Mind and scars wide open, and you thought that was the last time you’d choke but your lungs just opened and you've just learned to breath
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9. |
Nautilus
04:21
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We dived and sank deeper than any sea floor
Anchors welded to our ankles
Like we’d never surface again, with our necks maintained under waters
Out of breath, like we’d never surface again
With our faces bleached of any expression
You numb parasite
You kicked my back so hard that I heard my bones breaking down
And I tasted the soil
You, numb parasite
We’re raising from the deepest shames
We’re planning riots behind your back
Our banners are dark
And they’re dancing with the wind
Between our hands, paper written poetry freely moves
And you’ll never burn it
You, numb parasite
We raise from the deepest shames
Our banners are dark and they will dance with the wind
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10. |
Chimères
02:47
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