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Goonies never Say 'Bye'!
03:01
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Do you remember when we were playing, hiding from monsters
Building blanket castles, having pillow fights?
Childhood mindlessness: we thought this friendship would never end
But everything must come to an end
I still remember the first day I understood that you were gone
First time I felt old: it was a Tuesday in autumn
And we grew up in different towns, we found new monsters and new swords to lead our fights
Now we’re not afraid of getting old, even if we don’t have no more toy-box to hide
We’re not afraid anymore of getting old
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2. |
Bastien Balthazar Bux
02:21
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Walking on and on through darkness
Where shadows blend with the livings
Searching for better days
Or at least for better pills
A few months passed since sun
Hasn’t shine through the window
Perhaps the fault lies to my closed shutter I guess
Spring has come! Or maybe that’s what my fucking TV says
It still rains in my books
The wolf devours my world, his gloomy breath folds memories
The Nothing gains ground
My luck dragon will come
I won’t die in swamps of sadness
My luck dragon will come
I’ll finally find you a name
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3. |
Dear Hometown
04:31
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I remember sidewalks and benches disappeared
I remember the old blocks, where the livings really lived
I saw a part of me, destroyed by machines as buildings fell down
The Green Valley reminds me an afternoon spent to play
The Castle is still there, but it looks clinical
The churches are still up, but trees were washed away by the concrete
But I love to watch the rain, hitting the theatre place
I like to cross the Prairie, and go down to the river
I enjoy lying in the grass of the old Campus esplanade
I belong to this town, I belong to its walls
I grew up in these streets, I found friends in its bars
I met love a few times, I endured pain many times
Oh dear hometown
But I do believe in these outlaw spaces
Where some friends are building fights, some bands are playing loud
Where drums are setting your heart aflutter oh fuck you dear hometown
I belong to this town, I belong to its walls
I grew up in these streets, I found friends in its bars
I met love a few times, I endured pain many times
Oh dear hometown
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Me as a Believer
03:25
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Well you know, I was there hours ago
And I saw every single part of the fiasco
Each nonsense, each time you said black and you did white
Damage done, I just have to smile and to go back
How can we listen to the requiem
Lies falling from your tongue
I will not listen to the requiem
I will burn your requiem
I will stay and watch your empire sinking
Your power is not endless
I am not one of your believer
Can you close your eyes on your own sins?
There's a failure in your heart but there's not blood
No blood, no heart, no feelings, nothing at all
I'm not one of your believer
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Astoria
03:40
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I’d never thought my life would go on this way when I was young
31 years unemployed: still singing songs about growing up
What the fuck? Am I stuck in Astoria?
Do I refuse to grow old?
Or do I refuse to walk all alone?
Do I search for memories which are gone?
Why did I never leave my hometown?
Well, fuck these thoughts
I’d never thought my life would go on this way when I was young
31 years unemployed: still throwing bricks and yelling at cops
I don’t have to and I don’t need to build a new life
When we share breath, words and chords,
Or when we destroy banks we know we’re not alone
Each time is like building a new home
Let’s raise our glasses to the future
That is raising from here
From scenes to barricades
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6. |
A.C.A.B.
01:15
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Finally cities are burning: head-corteges are leading the dance
Banks’ windows are falling down, walls are speaking out our rage, our joy, our pain
ACAB: Burn them down!
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Overseas
04:32
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You’re sailing on, sailing on
Crossing seas to start over your life, and to left all behind
Home became so stifling
You hope that drizzle of the north will fill your lungs and your heart
But overseas, loneliness substitutes to boredom not to problems
So far away, you still can stand by us to sail
From shore to shore we won’t let you
Down in this town, we’ll drive until Galway or drink
To the edge of Lough Corrib
And we’re sailing on, sailing on
From Portobello to the Cobblestone, passing by O’Connel
And if the Liffey becomes Jameson,
We’ll become duck and dive to the bottom
And never come up
Because overseas, we’ll bring you warm pieces of home you left behind
So far away, you still can stand by us to sail
From shore to shore we won’t let you
Down in this town, we’ll drive until Galway or drink
To the edge of Lough Corrib
Eighteen hours from shore to shore, November brought us closer together
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