1. |
We Need To Talk
02:21
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"We need to talk"
With these four words everything was clear from the start
We felt like teenagers breaking up
You made this band
Brought us together we never thought there'll be an end
But your job had a different plan
You left us with an empty space to fill
It took a while for us to realize it's real
How are we going on?
You're not replaceable
We were making plans
You were sincere about them
But everything changed
We lost our precious man in the shadow
Let's say it is just a break
We continue without you, no matter how much time it takes
Even if we have to wait for years
The empty spot between us is yours
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2. |
Do It Myself
02:33
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You left me no options
I run out of patience
I thought your role was clear and fair
I'm wondering if you really care?
You say you run out of time
Does it mean that I should spend mine?
You're the expert the one who gets it done
But I stopped waiting for some
Signs of progress in your talks
Signs of interest in our cause
If you don't realize we need your skills to carry on
I'm afraid we'll fade away
If you can't compromise and take some time to focus on
I will have to find a way
I don't know where to start
What's actually state of art?
Each time I tried can't be seen as success
I envy your ease I confess
You put me out of my confort zone
I have to do this on my own
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3. |
We Miss You
02:04
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I'm looking at this stupid tattoo
I'm Feeling sad thinking of you
There's too many time you left the crew
Coming back's the best you can do
You fucking have to come home
You've written your story, your last tome
Your place is now far from London
Your trip is over, your journey is done
I'm looking at this stupid tattoo
We enjoyed your place many times
Stoned enough to forget
Drunk enough to regret
We used to be partners in crimes
I argue, you don't bend,
I give up, we're best friend
We're missing the way you hit on
You've now crawled each London's pub
French girls are waiting for your brawn
So come back and fire the club
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4. |
John Doe
02:49
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When I watch the whole world we've created
And all the people we've cheated
Promising them a better future
For their kids and for nature
I am guilty, leaving this legacy
A selfish made society
Focused on army and money
More slavery and less humanity
Work people work
We are the rapists, we're the jerks
Die people die
We are the leaders you should defy
I own your soul I own the wealth
No matter how I spend your health
You go skinny I go fatty
Just carry on and cut the tree
Rise up fellows rise up
It's not the time to give it up
I have no name, call me John Doe
It is the time to overthrow
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5. |
The Dropout
04:43
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Sorry for all the mistakes I've made
Too late to tell you I was afraid
And that I wish you had stayed
Sorry that's on you the blame was layed
I realize how my life's been greyed
Another sad song about an end
Another letter written by hand
This is an obvious waste of time
But you gotta know you're my lifeline
I used to keep my words buried in me
You used to be such a banshee
And I think of this joyful spring
It's when you lose someone, something
You grasp it was your anchor ring
I send this message, stuck in a bottle
But for too long its neck's been throttled
Is there a single way to drag it out?
Is it enough to sing it or should I shout?
I can't stand to be this damn dropout
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6. |
Absolutely Fabulous
01:11
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We were polite, when we came around
Begging for a gig
We were so pleased, to play in your town
We gave you everything
To think about it
There was no hurry
You could have taken more time
To find a better explanation than
Not acoustic enough
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7. |
We Don't Dream Anymore
03:36
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Waking up at 6am
For a brand new day a brand new game
But the tune is still the same
Tried to get a thought from this night
My memory seems not so bright
This amnesia gives me a fright
I let my head hit the floor
To free my mind from its anchor
And set it as an open door
Cause I don't dream anymore
Watching news on the TV
Too many things I can't agree
All those hookers make a fool of me
A lot of promises they never keep
Too many words they use to strip
And they dope us to fall asleep
We grow old and the time flies
I suppose I've lost my child's eyes
We uncover traitor in his disguise
And figure out all of his lies
You can't fool us, you can't cheat us
Now we'll rise, now we have guts
We'll no more do what you ask for
Cause now we don't dream anymore
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8. |
Give Me Your Heart
04:08
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Remember the good time we spent
Remember the good things we did
There's no time to waste
Nothing to forbid
Let's make the most of our life
Let's stop being on the edge of the knife
It hurts so bad, I need you today
I have more to add, listen to my pray
For too long we were living apart
So be kind and give me your heart
This is the end for you
I am the one you have to rescue
It could be rebirth if you do accept
To drag out your heart from your chest
You gave me your heart, you gave me your breath
A new life to start, a fight against death
So thankful for this special present
I found a good reason to start my repent
My ticker is now beating like it never had
I will seize the day and never be sad
I promise your gesture will stay engraved
And we will remember the life you saved
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BAD WOLF RECORDS Dijon, France
Sweaty gigs in darky places.
Cool and cheap records and merch to sell.
Fuck your racist, sexist and homophobic bullshit.
#dijonpunkrock
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