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What the world needs now
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There used to be mossy banks round the trees,
ferns among humus and leaves. Branches once fallen
remain remembered on top.
There used to be river stream down the hills.
The free flowing drops of our souls, the shimmering
destinies all bound together til the sea.
Our ancestors were compelled to bow down where joy
used to spread some roots. It's now dry like the hearts
that have shed their last tear. It's dry like the eyes
that have bled their last blood.
They've been soiled in the dirt
Soiled in the dirt.
If you put one life in a cage
and smother its cry of revolt
When you dont pay a decent wage,
pretend it's someone else's fault
If you enslave a broken man,
will it repair your fallen soul?
only one to suffer from the rest
is enough to condemn the whole.
trainin' someone how to sing,
LET THE OOTHER COMpare
so that they can all feel inFEErior
find the burden kind to bear
DO MI DO / RE
you're conquering, destroying the world
and you show no remorse
it does not need you now
Leave this body old friend. For once let the buzzing
circus of your stompin thoughts aside
be quiet and listen to what the world needs to wrap
in sounds, just be a part of the wave : the silence
that we save, be what the world needs now
Live through this party old man, for once let the spring
of your endless anguished words run dry, be still and
care for what others would try to shape in songs
Just be a tiny role in the play, acting could replace
the words you wanna say
be what the world needs now
Not here spinning fast, shattered hopes, splitted mind
voices in the walls swaying mildly
a slave behind the mask grinning gloomy
fooling us, greedly, confused, breathing quietly
There's a net with kind of meshes
Filled with darkest voids
Where sufferings're a point of sense
And meditation doesn't help
Meditation doesn't help
But into my clenched fist
I hold a rock, son of a bright moon and the sweetest salts
It will keep me moving on
It will keep me moving on
Loving everyone
I live by the cemetary
the crows never look down on me
they're not gruesome company
I'm wasting my youth at this factory
the system will crush what remains of me
for what remains of my familly
I will give and end to this insanity
I will make a change for decades to be
I will break the chains of humanity
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S.L.S.T.S France
La musique est ici le vecteur d’une quête de soi-même. Si le texte veut occuper l’espace et être verbalisé, la richesse des
tons et des couleurs est aussi la constante dans la musique.
L’endroit où dark-folk, pop et chanson française empruntent dans une richesse presque baroque son foisonnement harmonique, une souplesse rythmique pour se rendre fidèle à l’écriture originale.
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