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Landscape
06:08
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Just one last landscape, just one last sleep.
Another day of defeat, a life to sweep.
The sea is calling me, and I can hear my nature.
I'm punching like a baby, to get out of this failure.
I know how everything repeats.
Nobody can reassure me.
I can feel your weakness, deep inside your heart,
Like everything that breathes on this entire earth.
Did I try ? I'm not sure.
But my limits are so clear,
That I saw them get closer and closer.
Just a deaf scream between us.
Those things I'll left behind,
So much love, so much friends.
As the feelings deep inside,
A dead tree keeps its roots.
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Black Clothes Blues
03:12
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It's saddening like a motionless kiss
Coming in here.
Slaves by day and pricks by night,
Guardians of a flame you won't ignite.
Covering your bodies with marks of daggers that never stabbed you,
Boasting about these sickles and hammers you never lived up to.
What's a smile? What's novelty?
It sounds all similar to me.
Nothing nice to hear, nothing nice to say :
I got the black clothes blues.
Preachers by day and creeps by night,
Like cowards bestowed as knights.
I got the black clothes blues.
Nothing is ever good news around here.
There's nothing ever to fear.
But since the chords are all the same,
Our cigs burn brighter than our fame.
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Le Silence De La Foule
04:42
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As if we yelled in a black hole,
No one seems to hear us.
The echo makes me feel we're a crowd,
But the silence burns my hopes
Do you see us,
At the door of the venue?
Do you hear us,
As we look at you?
We grow in a tiny space,
Trying to reach a light you don't want to share.
Outside seems too far,
And inside too weird,
For you to understand.
Do you feel us,
In the fog of your lands?
This space we won't fit in.
Do you hear us,
As we stare at you?
We're no longer silent,
Our words don't reach you.
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Birds Still Singing
07:37
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The night's choking our minds, the hopes are running out.
But we still can hear
Birds singing wereas the world's falling.
We are the people who can't sleep, obsessed by the shiny moon,
Like dogs we feel the storm,
And know it comes soon.
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Dark Days Bordeaux, France
Julien - Basse
Léa - Batterie
Marc - Guitare
Maxence - Guitare
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