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Sons
06:15
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I fell down your stairs
06:29
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I went on a quest, an imperial quest. There's a scarecrow there, that I want to know. I told you all my shames, that I kept in hold. There is a million of them that I left at home. I fell down your stairs, I fell I didn't know. There's a riddle about yourself, I want a little of your love.
Scarecrow, scarecrow, scarecrow.
Scarecrow on your road.
You came over my chest, you came on your own. There is no mystery there, just a scarecrow on your road. I fell down your stairs, I fell I didn't throw any needle on your breast, I want a little of your loss.
Scarecrow, scarecrow, scarecrow.
Scarecrow on your road.
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Serf in USA
04:12
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There's a fire on the train, there's a fire at the front of the train. From a distance it fools the kids, from a distance it fools the adults. Through the trees everything looks fine as the train goes down the line.
Oh yeah.
There's a fire on the train, there's a fire at the front of the train. Going fifty-three miles an hour, going fifty-three miles an hour.
I met a poet in the dining car with a red-scratch suit on.
Oh yeah.
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Le scaphandrier
05:54
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Le scaphandrier se penche et il descend dans la pénombre.
Il n'y a que dans l'océan qu'il puisse oublier son ombre.
Tous les poissons se demandent quelle est cette drôle de chose.
Ils n'aiment pas qu'on les dérange les habitant de ce monde.
Et si le scaphandrier tremble il se jette quand même à l'eau.
L'azote jusque dans le sang, l'azote qui coule jusqu'à l'aube.
Mais il aime tant le silence, ici-bas il se repose:
là-haut il y a les gens, là-haut il y a ses fautes.
Sous l'armure blonde son corps blanc.
Et ces tuyaux dont il dépend,
Et cette masse qui le gêne ;
Ne valent-ils pas mieux que tous ses problèmes.
Ici enfin je respire, ici enfin je suis moi-même.
Et si ce gaz c'est vrai m'abîme, au moins il me fait vivre un rêve.
Et si le scaphandrier tremble il se jette quand même à l'eau.
L'azote jusque dans le sang, l'azote qui coule jusqu'à l'aube.
Mais il aime tant le silence, ici-bas il se repose:
là-haut il y a les gens, là-haut il y a les choses.
Sous l'armure blonde son corps blanc,
Et ces tuyaux dont il dépend,
Et cette masse qui le gêne,
Ne valent-ils pas mieux que tous ses problèmes.
Ici enfin je respire, ici enfin je suis moi-même.
Et si ce gaz c'est vrai m'abîme, au moins il me fait vivre un rêve.
Et si le paradis ressemble à l'océan je reste à l'eau.
L'azote jusque dans le sang, l'azote qui coule jusqu'à l'aube.
Et si le scaphandrier tremble il se jette quand même à l'eau.
L'azote jusque dans le sang, l'azote qui coule jusqu'à l'aube.
Et le scaphandrier se penche et il descend dans la pénombre.
Car il n'y a que dans l'océan qu'il peut oublier son ombre.
Et si le paradis ressemble à l'océan je reste à l'eau.
Là où il n'y a plus de gens, là où il n'y a plus de choses.
Tous les poissons se demandent quelle est cette drôle de chose.
Ils n'aiment pas qu'on les dérange les habitants de ce monde...
Dans ce bleu où meurt le vent, dans ce bleu où meurent les choses.
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Not suns
05:51
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Stars are not suns, the earth doesnt move, big jawed SS faces lied to us again. Countless lights above us, they figured them all. Salt on the marble floor, lied to us again. Stars are not suns, the earth doesnt move, big jawed SS faces lied to us again.
Stars are not suns
Flickering like epilepsy, a million seizures in the sky.
The earth that I know, no celestial flicker. Always orange never blue, it burns, it burns and it burns.
Clear blue sky, I'm on the run again. Clear blue sky, I'm on the run again.
Stars are not suns
Flickering like epilepsy, a million seizures in the sky.
You don't need anybody's place, because I tell you to. Don't need anybody's place, the stars are not the suns, the stars are not the suns.
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Damn Jane
06:03
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In the Moisty day again, she goes
The ribbon off her hair in the snow
Dragons on her side
With no tails, no heads
Fire as she walks
and bishops under rain
The distress in her hands she knocks
Her body all convex for a reason she ignores
Damn Jane, damn Jane,
You're more pretty than you would've thought
Damn Jane, damn Jane,
Your naked legs arouse the crowds
Damn Jane, damn Jane
Your loss is close, don't leave the house
Damn Jane, damn Jane
You're more pretty than you would've thought
Her innocence, her gaze she knows
But she doesn't know the sense of love
Dragons on her side
With no tails, no heads
Fire as she walks
and bishops under rain
She climbed the wall
She climbed the fence
And hurt herself a lot
The fairies of her shame
Drove her to the spot
And in the deep fountain
Dirty Jane is drown
And in the slits of her legs
Her innocence's fault
Damn Jane, damn Jane
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OF THE GOLDMINE New Orleans, Louisiana
Siham Thery -
bass, vocals
Michael Parsons - guitar, vocals
Ulf Bjorkböm - drums,
nice shoes
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