S​/​T

by Cold Heart Days

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Astoria 03:40
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
6.
A.C.A.B. 01:15
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!
7.
Overseas 04:32
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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released September 20, 2019

La basse et la batterie ont été enregistrées à la Ferrière-Harang par Guillaume Doussaud @ Swan Sound Studio

Une partie des guitares à été enregistrée à Villexanton par Sébastien Bedrunes @ Empty Fields Room

La deuxième partie des guitares et le chant on été enregistrés à Neuilly le Malherbe par Thomas @ L’Étourneur

Mixé par Guillaume Doussaud @ Swan Sound Studio

Masterisé par Sébastien Bedrunes @ Empty Fields Room

Photo : Christophe Halais

Layout : David Mareau

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Punk rock / emo punk, Caen, Fr

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