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Amsterdam
03:32
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Amsterdam
(Paroles : Alphonso. Musique : Alphonso, Buxton, Jegalina, Petit)
I row down these boulevards, cruise through
The avenues of this city sea
Across the shipwreck of my dignity,
Here in my hand is another land
As I sail this sea of faces my disgrace
Arises in the eyes I see
Before I sink into my ignominy
Here in my hand is a wonderland
And I can get any girl
'Cause the can says I can
And I can conquer the world
'Cause the can's Amsterdam
I follow this ruddy glow, this beer light
And heaven holds a magic star
To lead us from the hell we are
Here in my hand is a wonderland
Here in my hand is another land
Here in my hand is a wonderland
Here in my hand is Amsterdam
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2. |
Another night
03:54
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Another Night
(Buxton)
Got ourselves in a tricky situation
I can't see no easy way out
Don't need no fancy explanation
We're in trouble there's no doubt
We could go to a very special party
Where lots of people wait and see
And maybe you will find the right one
And she'll be special, just like me
We could find something new
We can go where we've never been before
See a different point of view
We've got nothing much to lose
Well, what would you chose?
Let's give it another night
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3. |
Bobigny
05:09
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Bobigny
Oh why did you come here?
There's nothing to see
Just a fine Sunday morning
In Bobigny
The water is glistening
Like a baby's blue eyes
And police have left ribbons
Fluttering in the sky
It's just
One day in a perfect world
Now you want to be gone from here
You can't take all the talk
But you know I belong here
In the arms of the Ourcq
These accidents happen
You can't take back the shots
And there's no good in vengeance
Unless that's all you've got
One day in a perfect world
And now I wheel to the water
I just want to give
A life back to you father
So we both can live
One day in a perfect world
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4. |
C Kom Psy
03:05
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C Kom Psy
Une mimique méthodique de l'amour,
Je murmure
La mélancolique cadence mécanique
De l'érotique
Je fabrique des algorithmes romantiques,
Je te les explique
Dès la réflexion de vos perversions,
Narcissiques
Et C'est comme si ma mère m'aimait
'Suis fait comme ça par papa parfait
Je suis ton dieu, suis tes yeux, c'est pas moi que tu vois
La spirale infernale des avis
D'autrui
Une mimique méthodique de l'amour,
Je murmure
La mélancolique cadence mécanique
De l'érotique
Et C'est comme si ma mère m'aimait
'Suis fait comme ça par papa pas fait
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5. |
Criminal child
02:13
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Criminal Child
(He's a criminal, what a rotten criminal)
And so, in you go
Outside of everything we know
Criminal child
We'll find, 'cause we're kind
A school of crime to grind your mind
Criminal child
When you're a criminal child
A memory to be reviled
When you're a Borstal boy
There's no future tense
You learn love as violence
When you're a Borstal boy
Teach you how to paint
Make you into our sinner-saint
Criminal child
Shall we steal your eyes?
Pretend to be what we despise? (you)
Criminal child
(He's a criminal, what a rotten criminal)
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6. |
Gently
03:10
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Gently
I tried to be a warrior...
Couldn't have ended any sorrier
So I tried to find myself
I found me; I was just like everybody else
So I raged against the zero-one
Against the rhyme upon the pun
I raged against you all
But it looks like you won
So let me go, gently, into that good night
Don't make me fight
The dying of the light
I tried amphetamines, hallucinogenics
And I played the theremin,
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
In the quest for knowledge
And for fun
I lived the philosophy of sin
Dr Zen-zen's yan and yin
Soon found out enough to know nothing means anything
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7. |
Into the black
04:31
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Into the Black
Gone
You watch her into the night
You want to hold her back
But put out that lovely spark?... No
You watch her into the dark
The velvet sensation of
A moment's unholy joy
This feeling that you call love
The feeling she must destroy
She glides into the black
And nothing you can do will bring her back
She glides up to the moon
She has cut the cord of her balloon
The damage was done to young
She learned to love the pain
Her heroes have all been sung
The heroine's back again
She glides into the black
And nothing you can do will bring her back
She glides up to the moon
She has cut the cord of her balloon
Gone, into the black
Forever gone, into the black
Forever gone
Gone
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8. |
I regret everything
03:01
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I Regret Everything
I regret every word ever believed
I regret every thought ever conceived
And when you're not here, which is all of the time
I regret my regret: it's a crime against crime
I regret everything
The Antarctic sunset that nobody sees
All the dead planets tossed across dead galaxies
All the universe furled in a jewel of dew
Is nothing to me: I'm not with you
Everything that begins is only to end
The deepest of love, the greatest of friends
The closer you cling, the stronger your will
The harder you choke, the cleaner the kill
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9. |
I will haunt you
04:12
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I Will Haunt You
Tried to drown me in the black of your mind
In a suitcase full of bricks under the fog of the Tyne
In a nuclear dump, in the North Sea drain
But the poison radiation's gonna seep in your brain
I will come to you in the blackest of dreams
And your life's all full of signs, but you don' know what they mean
You'll hear my chains grind with the weight of your years
And feel 'em growing rusty with the salt of your tears
I will haunt you
I will haunt you forever
Crucify me to keep your mind clean
In the crosses of the boxes in your women's magazines
And your friends all come around to assure you you're right
Your mother, she's so happy now that you've seen the light
But did you see that something moving when the light came back on
Like a cockroach crawling through the back of this song
If you can find it you can crush it, but it's stuck to your heel
Now a million eggs are hatching, can you hear the babies squeal?
You'll hear my voice whispering on the wind
Look for me I won't be there
I will haunt you
I will haunt you forever
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10. |
Into the sun
03:45
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Into The Sun
We had the time,
We drank a lot of wine
We had the rum
We had a lot of fun
We had the coke
And our life was but a joke
That's all gone
We gotta run
Into the sun
The happy man
Will do the best he can
All of his life
For his family and his wife
He'll do what he could
'Cause he knows that's well and good
We all wave our happy man
Into the sun
I raise a glass
To my country and my class
Look at me, I'm your future
Watch me piss away your past
This is my song
I know my song's all fucked up and it's all wrong
But pretty soon
It'll be gone
Into the sun
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11. |
J'ai enterré mes poupées
03:41
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J'ai enterré mes poupées
Un jour j'ai eu ma première poupée,
C'était à Noël, le premier noël dont je me rappelle
J'ai ouvert le paquet, s'y trouvait un bébé !
Un poupon tout mignon, tout round, avec de grands yeux bleus
Et plein de cheveux blonds ; était-ce une fille ou un garçon ?
Je ne sais pas, mais je l'ai appelé Noëlle ; original, non ?
Puis, je ne sais pas pourquoi, ce qui m'a pris une fois
Puis encore chaque fois, j'ai eu envie de …
L’ENTERRER!
J'ai enterré mes poupées
J'ai enterré mes poupées
Et j'ai pleuré (elle a pleuré)
Et j'ai pleuré
Kiki ? Qui est-ce qui a eu un Kiki ici ?
C'est comme une sorte de poupée mais avec une tête de singe
Moi, j'en ai jamais eu
A la place, pour mon deuxième Noël, j'ai eu une grande rousse
Triste mine, pauvre frimousse
Avec ses tâches de son, elle avait surtout une tête de con
Je ne pouvais pas l'encadrer,
Celle-là, elle va finir à la poubelle, comme Noëlle
Elle faisait tout mieux que moi :
Marcher, parler, j'ai eu envie de
L’ENTERRER!
Troisième Noël, ah ! Encore une poupée
Oh non ! Un poupon : un garçon (un garçon?) un garçon ?
Comment je vais l'appeler lui ? Louis (Louis?)
Ah ! Il a un kiki (kiki?)
Pas le kiki d'avant, hein, oh, celui-là je l'aime bien …
Je sais. Oh, je l'adore ... mais, je ne sais pas ce qu'il a, avec ses yeux là ...
Il me regarde bizarrement, mais qu'est-ce qu'il me veut ?
Mon Dieu ! il va finir …
ENTERRE!
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12. |
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(Ain’t gotta) Klu Klux Kaliphates
See yourself imperious
Big and bad
You're just ridiculous
You make me feel sad
(Ain't gotta) Klu Klux Kaliphates
You're never gonna have our hate
You essay suicide
But we're never gonna run and hide
So onward sacred soldier
Go and form your brave platoons
To fight your fearsome enemy:
The girl with a pink balloon
And you can bomb the bomber
But that makes you just the same
You'll always be a terrorist
By any other name
So thank you all you presidents
For your media war
It's the rich that get the glory and
The poor get the gore
Yer Grabin 'em by the pussy cos you gotta show your balls?
(You're never gonna have our hate)
Look at your masculinity: it's ever so small
(You're never gonna have our hate)
What women wanna wear's been driving you to slay
(You're never gonna have our hate)
Why don't you be a man an' just admit you're gay?
(You're never gonna have our hate)
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13. |
Obsession
03:40
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Obsession
I guess I'll never learn the lesson:
You are a dangerous obsession
You destroy all my defences
And take control of all my senses
Colours blowing through my mind like wind in willow trees
Like seaweed swaying in the swelling of the seas
Oh Tutu Pele
Dancing on the fires of
Desire
I should've left you well alone
Now I never can go home
You made the night right with your strange light
And you're cooler than the moon
You made forever change, alone and more again
You cut a lee into the centre of my brain
You are Electra flowing through the wire of
Desire
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14. |
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Syracusa
I'll hear the sirens cry
Oh why oh why oh why?
Until I die
Oh feel the sun boom on
Great silent golden gong
Like nothing's wrong
In Syracusa
Wind's lullaby will blow
The words we'll never know
Del angeleto
In Syracusa
Through catacombs
Echo the sighs
In blue lagoons
Forever will you see the eyes
In Syracusa
I'll hear the sirens cry
Oh why oh why oh why
Until I die
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