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Times Beach
05:20
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Road trip, smokin' ten thousand cigs.
One per mile. One per broken thought.
No single look side by side in the car.
A few words lost in the hunger's garden.
We drive to Times Beach.
Find its dry ground, poisoned soil.
Catch some beers, there's no turning back.
Wev'e played the last note ending into a feedback. Back.
Feedback of worried treebles.
And we left our guitars behind
We left our guitars behind
The piano in the cellar collecting dust.
Fields of stones, chemical moon
And we put on our plastic shoes.
(And sing two different songs.)
In the sea at Times Beach
Did my parents look at me
Going in the water with dead fishes?
Swimming with my ears...
Show my white belly to the sun
And make it burn slow.
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2. |
The Girl From The Lake
14:04
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3. |
People Are So Noisy
07:10
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I won't go home
No.
That ugly city
Is not for me
I won't stay
By the window
Listening to their
Angry lives
Finding them
Alibis and excuses
For being so mad
For being so sad
For being such a bunch of dumb asses
Let 'em live and let 'em die
But far from me, please
'Cause people are so noisy
People are so noisy.
The only thing that could make me move
Is watching the great show
Watch it all burn down in flames
The devil has its ways
It speaks to me
Through the wind in the leaves
Through the very slow growing of the grass
Through the calm power of the trees
And through my great hate
Oh people I hate you
Oh people I hate you so much
Oh people I hate you
Oh people I hate you so much
Even friendship has gone
To its bitter cul-de-sac
Drunk and drowned
Into a cynical approach of our personal and common failures
Frustrated, castrated, humiliated
We couldn't build anything
We couldn't build anything
Oh my good friends I hate you
Oh my good friends I hate you so much
Oh my good friends I hate you
Oh my good friends I hate you so much
You make me remember me.
You make me remember me.
I have found a new faith
I have found a new faith
I believe in destruction
But makin' a mass massacre
Wouldn't change a thing
I know that.
We the mad ones
Haven't got
Enough bullets
For every skulls
So let's pray for change
Watching the trees
Calm
Like after the bombs
I won't go home
My heart is
Where I belong
In the humus, rotting
In the forest
Of my lost innocence
But now I'm a big man, yes I am
And I'm full of noises.
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L'Œil De La Chute Belfort, France
L’œil de la Chute c'est David et Gep, deux guitares et de la voix. On ne fait pas de Blues millésimé comme il faut, on n'se
carre pas le Folk traditionnel, ni l'Indie-truc, on tente quelque chose de spécial.
L'oeil de la Chute is a duet, David and Gep, two guitars, two buddies, and some vocals. We love Blues and Rock and so many more but we just try to do our own thing. Something special. Period.
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