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War & Exile
03:14
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He wanders in dream scapes
Crossing the wools, the deserts
He have traveled the earth,
and whistled his song
Among the prisoners,
he saw the leaden manacles
Nameless faces,
harboring a soul
Travelling in a circle,
above the disease of humanity
Over satanic tyrants
Over cupidity
In this world,,
the tumble weed
is spreading everywhere
Heavy balls and chains
Desire to power
Tyranny, slavery
Corruption and war
But he saw redemption,
freedom and happyness
From now on, the stick
will be his only friend
until the end
He'll keep his mysteries
away from prying eyes
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Salvation
02:31
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If you look too hard youo will not see
If you talk too mutch you will not hear
If you think too mutch you will not heal
If you walk too fast you will not arrive
If you are true to yourself you'll be happy
And You'll find the gate of peace
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Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy our casual joys
We shall go on playing or find a new town
Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin, and you know this is it
Strange days have found us
and through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day to a strange night of stone
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4. |
Drone Game
02:33
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Shot 'em all game has started,
iron bird goes up in the air
Hand on joystick trigger,
the murderer sweats
Sucking his trigger-finger
gamer's thumb
Thousands of miles away,
death awaits them all
Magnificent landscape pass
before his wondering eyes
The'll become places
of bloody desolation
He thought that he
would get rid of terrorists
But bombs swept away
whole familys
But In this game,
there's no player, only killers
May we have mercy on him,
His soul is stained
with the children's blood
The coldness of the iron bird
won't warm his broken heart
Bloater nutter, hell raiser
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Coming from an age moving way to fast,
fate of the world is now in your hands
Will we bring destruction to an end ?
and wash away our madness in the sand
Wolrd is dying right before our eyes
but we still blacken our skies
Sunrays burns our children's faces
but we still destroy our rain forests
Every day go through their daily motions,
waiting it out for measly promotions
Crime stories are found oRRn every newspaper page
People loosing control in an uncertain age
We must take control
of our actions today
or our children will pay the price
Trends are patterned and patterns trended
Stop believing that we'll continue eternally
Our house is burning and we look away
The denial of our countdown that has begun
Our house is burning and we look away
you had a good time but did you leave it to your son
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Human Chain
03:47
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Self-satisfaction is now over,
let's take each other's hand
Join together to build a human chain,
to mend our mistakes and sorrows
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7. |
A walk in the universe
05:47
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PART 1. "Milky Way"
Down the highroad of the Milky Way,
we go riding
On horses made of stars
the clouds flit like
white butterflies
But we are dry, and we don't know
it is raining upon earth.
Roses of opal and pearl
sway back and forth
in the muisical wind
Pine trees like emeralds hang
A pheasant's wing
like a fan is spread
White mountain-peaks gleam
Purple and silver is the
sunrise.
Quiet lakes shine along
the Milky Way
Like mirrors
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PART 2.
When I am asleep,
this is what I shall dream
Things can never really go
They come again and stay.
When your thoughts are put on
beautiful things,
they come alive and stay alive in your mind.
Let's cross space and time on a thread of light
Nothing but immensity and eternity
Breathe dust of life origins
Push back the limits of perception and mind
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8. |
Leave and live
03:08
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PART 1. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die
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PART 2. There Is No Night Without A Dawning
There is no night without a dawning,
no winter without a spring
And beyond the dark horizonn
our hearts will once more sing…
For those who leave us for a while,
have only gone away
Out of a restless care worn world,
Into a brighter day
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Two nights of parties without sleeping
My eyelids are so heavy
Take off my boots and release my swollen feet
The silence of the night
The wind caresses my face
I fall asleep in my little paradise
Millions stars twinkle
in the dark sky
Milky Way cross the sky
like a great arch
I think back to those three nights
The tinnitus reminds me of the show
These hours spent
kissing, dancing
My body is numb,
my mind is at peace
Out of body experience
Somewhere in between dream and reality
Suspended animation
Confusion between dream and reality
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Fafa (lyrics & music)
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11. |
Don't be fooled
02:33
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They made laws to dominate
your life
They decide to keep you
form breathing
You won't play rock'n'roll,
you won't organise parties
But these outlaws
politiciens
will keep their meetings
They continue despise you
with their empty promises
Don't be fooled and be
rock'n'roll,
don't let them beg you
Don't be fooled and be
rock'n'roll,
they sold their soul to the
devil
Hey Mr President, go see your
mother
She made you chocolate pancakes
to make you forget for a moment
that you have become
But don't worry, the day will come
where you will join all the dead
digested by the earthworms
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12. |
Mr Clint is a Mule
04:08
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Crossing the state head in the higway
A mysterious cargo
in the back of the truck
Don't ask him a question
about this ride
He prefers no one to know why
He feels nothing about it
Just wana get the place
before midnight
Go fast, one more time,
Go fast, Mister Clint
Go fast, maybe a last time
Go fast, Mister Clint
Spent all his life working
but staying poor
Could not decline,
this was his last chance
Today, it's too late,
he'll run the ret of his life
Beeing a mule till the day he'll die
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Fafa Blagnac, France
Auteur compositeur interprète. Multi instrumentiste. Né le 28 décembre 1972 à Albi, mais Lotois d'adoption à Albas (46), un
territoire très marqué par les courants alternatifs, punks et babacoolllls...J'ai traversé plusieurs formations, les Parasites (Punk), les Dusty Bottom's (Folk), Les Pattos (Rock Garage)
Les Crickets (Rock Bluegrass)
Big Fools (Post Punk)
... more
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