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Fellow
03:45
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My Fellow
This is the way
There's no pain, no more
There're no pain, no shade no more
Hey Fellow
Now, feel cool, feel fool and dance
My fellow
Take stormy kisses before you go
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2. |
The Living Dead
03:08
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They're standing, like skittles
They're going to do dirty works
Bring them deliverance
They won't pray or even light a candle
Their taken hands full of needles
There's no more result with painkillers
They're forgiven
They tried hard to struggle
But the master strikes harder
And he doesn't let them pass over
They're undead
They won't pray or even light a candle
Their taken hands full of needles
There's no more result with painkillers
They're forgiven
We are the living dead
We bend over the weight of fears
Those to see dying our spirits
We are the living dead
And if it's not the case for real
We count our wounds
They stare each other when sirens ring and strike
They stare each other when starving wild dogs bark
We are the living dead
We bend over the weight of fears
Those to see dying our spirits
We are the living dead
And if it's not the case for real
We count our wounds
They're undead, they are undead
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3. |
Opposite
04:47
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Opposite to your mood
You play again
with your shadow
You play a game
Move you and visit sunny places
Shake you and stay with rummy places
But, night comes too soon
Catch this train
And scatter you
Everytime, everywhere
Give pieces from you
Share you and visit unknown places
Scatter you and enjoy breathing space
It comes the moon
Hey fellow, you'll never be separated from your soul and your kind
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4. |
To Visit Brighton
02:25
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I felt better when i was a kid
Now i'm in a coma that's weird
Because someone said to me one day:
« You're not going to go to paradise, you never gave love enough by your lost »
I'm tormented. Am I dreaming?
Sticky, stinky thoughts go away
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5. |
To Be Strong
06:26
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Be strong, you're not alone
Can't you realise all the things you've done
Minds make noise since you're gone...
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Friendly Birds
04:24
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This lonely face lives under the sky
But you've grown to be a taller man
Pain stops you to love thrills as a swift
I'll bring you wings and you'll be a king
Let's fly away
(Take off)
We ran, we ran we flew so fast, faster, faster
The sea became into
Altocumulus, rainy embryos to relieve your sorrows
Let the setting sun hijack you from hazy minds
Let the starlight divert you from gloomy night
A new day is getting up outside
Friendly birds fly and sing
In the stoneware of winds
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7. |
A Beautiful Rage II
04:09
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A butterfly in a cage of glass.
Knocking, projecting and hurls itself.
Magnifying glass gives us such a sight.
Eyes supplying respite or a truce
It's sumptuous but nearly drowsy.
That gives us such a sight.
Butterfly......
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8. |
Wash
02:03
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Wash
Make your body clean
Wash
Your dirty sins, caus'
You Rash
Put your soul in a trash
And Wash
Make your body clean
Wash
You Nasty
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9. |
Urbanism - After Goya
06:07
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Carry them all like a burden
--- these notes and lines
Walk everywhere with them, in all weathers,
And see them sneer at you, bugger you
In sleep, and, like Goya’s dog, look out
From their troubled buoy upon a sea of yellow
And ochre, awaiting their awful pummeling
And thrash.
So (and so), when they outdistance you, already
Standing in the road, idle playthings,
They come as saviors and fuck you up,
Breath caught at the throat, in isolation,
In solace. Here’s the burden. Now go.
I must be good
I must be nice
I must be good
I have to
« Or, don't do that » - they said
Come towards Pandemonium
Turn up Pandemonium
Turn up!
I must be rude
My heart is vice
I must be cruel
I have to
« Oh! you can do that » - they said
« Yeah! just like that! »
They killed that one, thus I did
Shot the fauna
Bodies just get bogged down
War, sacrifices
Welcome to Pandemonium
What a trauma to see trees trunks burning down
What a trauma to see trees falling down
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10. |
Far & Wide
04:27
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Please can you not make flee the dove?
These people who believed we hate them all,
Roamed, far and wide...
Crying, shouting, loud
They escaped sounds of fire and bombs...
We're your slaves
We were your slaves
Now, we don't care...
We don't stay there
We won't stay there
We laugh into the face of death
Please can you not make flee the dove?
Along the sea, we shall be lucky
Along the sands, far away from unquiet lands
Let's dance
Let's sing
Let's love
It sounds like love...
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Impersonal Freedom France
Impersonal Freedom is an independent record label and recording studio based in Rennes, Brittany, France. Founded and run by musician producer Thomas Poli.
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