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He said : Hey man ! My skin is yellow skin!
I said : Right Brother ! You're part of the human race
He said : Hey man ! My skin is black skin !
I said : Right Brother ! You're part of the human race
He said : Hey man ! my skin is white skin.
I said : Right Brother ! You're part of the human race
He said : Hey man ! My country is in the north
I said : Right Brother ! My country is Earth
Racism is madness
Even if I'm wrapped up in the night
Racism is madness
My soul is white as the stone of the law
Racism is madness
Even if I'm wrapped up in the day
Racism is madness
My soul is black as the ink of the law
Racism is madness
In this life nothing belongs to us
Racism is madness
Most people prefer robots
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Marceau
04:09
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He's the last of a wealthy family
But he chose another way
Jewels n paintings have disappeared
He sold his gold for wine
In this old and empty house
His bedroom is Noah’s ark
He's a free man
Free of chains
He's your charity case
Give him a drink
He'll give you back a smile
And a moment of freedom
Everyone knows him here
Spending his time sharing jokes
Give him wine and whisky
Mother nature'll give him the rest
Nothing’s gonna stop him
He has all the time
Share a drink or two
Or three or more
He's a free and happy man
Nobody will take that from him
His name is Marceau
He won't forget to give back
Imagine happiness ? It's not where you would think !
But, where is happiness ? Does it come from within !
Imagine happiness ? It’s all around you !
But, where is happiness ?
It’s in the words you say and the things you do !
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Short Story Of Humanity
03:25
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When he was a child,
he believed he’d change the world
Believed that everything
would be easy
But these past years,
taught him he was wrong
7th continent is born,
ice caps have disappeared
How can we stop this greed ?
How can we stop this nastiness ?
How can we stop this bleeding ?
How can we stop this darkness ?
It’s too late ! nobody can !
When he was a young boy,
nature was wild and untaimed
Nights were sweet and magical,
our future was bright
But in these past years,
things have really changed
Religion and war rules,
babies drown in the sea
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Stolen Paradise
05:06
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At the end of a secret garden
A generous and sunny land
A few seeds, a little skill
Well scented flowers grow,
It's almost time, little Marie-Jeanne
A new harvest for colorful evenings
Lying down in his smoky house
His brain restless
like a runaway prisoner
Lost in dreams he escapes
To the land of love
Rock'n'roll echoes in his head
His actions are not without risk
He must remain discreet
But narrow minds and fools
have spotted this little paradise
And Now is the time to say goodbye
Goodbye little Marie Jeane
Lying down in his prison cell,
His brain restless
No sign of a visitor
Lost in dreams he escapes
To the land of love
Rock'n'roll echoes in his head
And he's flying away
They won't steal his dreams
And he's flying away
Music lives in his daydreams
And he's flying away
With Crosby, Still, Nash and Young
And he's flying away
With Paul John George and Ringo
And he's flying away
With Roger Pete John and Keith
he'll fly away with rock'n'roll bands
he'll fly away far away from the jail
he'll fly away for a new Marie Janne Harvest
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Electricity's in the air,
Ready for the comin' of the night
Sometimes expected, and sometimes feared,
They're kings of anarchy
Ripped jeans and punk hair,
Sex Pistols on the radio
Tonight anything can happen,
The great thrill is right in front of you
They don't have no limits
With sex drugs and rock'n'roll
They don't have any limits
Till the end of the night
One night with Gabbies
Let yourself go
And don't be afraid !
One night with Gabbies
Sure you won't ever forget it !
Electricity's in the air,
Ready for the comin' of the night
Sometimes expected, and sometimes feared,
They're kings of anarchy
Ripped jeans and punk hair,
Sex Pistols on the radio
Tonight anything can happen,
The great thrill is right in front of you
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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)
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