1. |
Starting Grounds
03:00
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city creatures roam the streets
searching for a place to meet;
we’re looking for a place to hide and love,
somewhere we can throw our gloves.
with our ears down to the floor
we listen to the earth for more
and more of all the stories, the ones untold,
of all the floyds put in a hole
in the ground,
in the ground,
in the ground.
with our ears down to the floor
we listen to the earth for more
and more of all the stories, the ones untold,
of all the floyds put in a hole.
city creatures roam the streets
searching for a place to meet;
we’re looking for a place to hide and love.
Somewhere we can throw our gloves
on the ground,
on the ground,
on the ground,
put your ears down to the ground
and listen
with me.
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2. |
what matters is love
03:45
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this ain’t a song ‘bout you and me
or the stories we’ve made up for years.
what happened to us?
what happened to us?
when you’re down on your luck and you feel alone
and you have your crying sister phone:
what happened to home?
what happened to home?
where are those who didn’t ask,
each time ur fleeing from ur past,
what happened to you?
what happened to you?
and you’re being told how you should be,
how you should dress,
that you’re a freak.
what happenned to you?
what happenned to love?
it doesn’t matter what you’re called,
what’s your wealth,
and where’s your car?
what matters is love.
what matters is love.
it doesn’t matter where you’re from,
which shade you are,
whats ur income?
what matters is love.
what matters is love.
it doesn’t matter how you feel,
i hope you’ll find the time to heal.
what matters is love.
what matters is love.
it doesn’t matter what you have,
it’s not like this shits’ gonna last.
what matters is love.
what matters is love.
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3. |
Comrad mary
02:21
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Comrad mary’s doubting herself Only when it suits her best.
Comrad mary’s doubting herself
Only when it suits her best.
Vandalizing all the repressed
Infos and emos that she gets.
Don’t you miss the sweetness of the
Kerosen that made you come?
International love affair:
Letting go of whats unfair.
Love it’s what we’re supposed to be
love it’s what we’re supposed to be
love it’s what we’re supposed to be
love it’s what we’re supposed to be
Say it, say it,
louder
love it’s what we’re supposed to be
love it’s what we’re supposed to be
say it, say it
louder
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4. |
you
03:00
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Cheers to you whenever you’re there,
Longing for the summer air.
Are you wonderting where to go?
Calm your horses, come back home.
Let me fold you up my bed,
Only Us and nothing instead.
I was smoking my cigarette,
Letting ashes (burn) silhouette.
Of all the creatures that I see,
Very far yet very near,
Every road will always lead, to
YOU my dream within a dream.
oh you
oh you
oh you,
oh you.
Cheers to you whenever you’re there,
Longing for the summer air.
Are you wonderting where to go?
Calm your horses, come back home.
Let me fold you up my bed,
Only Us and nothing instead.
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5. |
the late sam
02:31
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if i’ve met you now
would it be the same?
when the lights went out
did i feel the blame?
did i let him down?
did i let him know?
that there’s so much more
i’ve loved him for
i’ve loved him for
i’ve loved him for,
i’ve loved him for.
if i’ve met you now
would it be the same?
when the lights went out
did i feel the blame?
did i let him down?
did i let him know?
that there’s so much more
i’ve loved him for
but it’s over now.
sam took off,
he left his phone,
his soccer ball.
(i) didnt think about
all we’ve lost
without the chance of little talks
oh little talks
oh little talks,
oh little talks.
if i’ve met you now
would it be the same?
when the lights went out
did i feel the blame?
did i let him down?
did i let him know?
that there’s so much more
i’ve loved him for.
if i’ve met you now
would it be the same?
when the lights went out
did i feel the blame?
did i let him down?
did i let him know?
that there’s so much more
i’ve loved him for
i’ve loved him for
i’ve loved him for’
i’ve loved him for.
oh little talks
no little talks,
no little talks.
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6. |
a german love
04:26
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count your sins, they come in pairs.
dance like fire on your bed.
hair, like a leash you cuff me with,
you’ll see me break some toys and head.
summon my horses, don’t be scared
one eye contact, if you dare
tie me up to the ship fools
as long as its me and you
yawning
alone,
rain
as ashtrays.
yawning
alone again,
rain,
as always,
as ashtrays
warm as water down your spine,
all that matters’ in your eyes
long live how these stupid things
make me love those perfect sins
warm as water down your spines
all that matters’ in your eyes
long live how these stupid things
make me love those perfect sins
yelling
aloud, alone
run,
away. come home
my love cries in germany
my love cries somebody
i hope my love cries for me,
i wept and weep for eternity.
my love cries in germany
my love cries somebody
i hope my love cries for me,
i wept and weep for eternity.
my love cries in germany
my love cries somebody
i hope my love cries for me,
i wept and weep for eternity.
yelling
aloud, alone
run,
away. come home
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7. |
burgundy
04:09
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take those kisses back to the time
if only we could sleep the night
where we were holding hands
and didn’t let go,
turned off the lights cause you said so
to dream and dream of love and sex
and to forget all our regrets,
we shut the lights so we can’t see
what is lost in you and me.
no more lies or hiding
i know i can be flying.
i wish that i could be on fire
to show you how deep’s my desire
for gently sleeping over
on your breast,
velvet rivers flow my chest
goes down my throat to reach my soul,
this love hangover won’t get old
for years to come and years that past,
starting first to arrive last.
and though we’ll be apart
we will stay wild at heart.
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8. |
the room
04:20
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i’m in a room where nothing changes
i’m in a room where no one blames me
i’m in a room where nothing moves,
i’m in a room that suits my mood.
i’m in a room there are all my things
i’m in a room where i keep my wings
i’m in a room where i feel my bones,
i’m in a room i can call home.
it’s someplace beside the river where we can sit and wash our
feet,
people come and people walk and think of something sweet
it’s in the middle of the streets
it’s in the middle of the streets
it’s in the middle of the streets
it’s in the middle of the streets.
(it’s in the middle of the streets)
it’s in the middle of the streets
i’m in the middle of the streets.
i’m in a room that i can call home
i’m in a room where i feel my bones
i’m in a room where i keep my wings,
i’m in a room there are all my things.
i’m in a room that suits my mood
i’m in a room where nothing moves
i’m in a room where no one blames me,
i’m in a room where nothing changes.
people come and many leave with self love written up their
sleeves
to someplace beside the water where we can spen the new years
eve
it’s in the middle of the streets
it’s in the middle of the streets
it’s in the middle of the streets
it’s in the middle of the streets
it’s in the middle of the streets
i’m in the middle of the streets
and i’m in my room.
and i’m going nowhere.
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9. |
up’n’down/ the speed
03:57
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last night you told me,
and i won’t forget:
« don’t worry love now
u shouldn’t regret »
fallin’ over many times in’n’out of you and i.
nothing’s fake when you hit the ground.
get on over make no sound
make no sound.
every moment might
reign o’er me
somewhere between
our injuries,
so why dont you come when youre scared?
are we so naked and afraid?
or are we just being right and fair?
unless theres something more to say
more to say,
more to say.
last night you told me,
and i won’t forget:
« don’t worry love now
u shouldn’t regret »
fallin’ over many times in’n’out of you and i.
nothing’s fake when you hit the ground.
get on over make no sound
why?
make no sound,
make no sound.
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10. |
e.x.p
04:10
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sometimes we’re on the run,
lurkin’, til’ the break of dawn
oh yea oh yea
instincts come, all thoughts gone
mourning, oh! my sleepin’ sun
oh yea oh yea
efforts for a-standing ground
learning how to get around
oh yea oh yea
open up, open wide
vaudeville shows, vacant eyes
oh yea oh yea
sometimes we’re on the run,
lurkin’, til’ the break of dawn
oh yea oh yea
instincts come, all thoughts gone
mourning, oh! my sleepin sun
oh yea oh yea
efforts for a-standing ground
learning how to get around
oh yea
open up, open wide
vaudeville shows, vacant eyes
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need,
e.x.p. is all we need.
one more time
sometimes we’re on the run,
lurkin’, til’ the break of dawn
oh yea oh yea
instincts come, all thoughts gone
mourning, oh! my sleepin sun
oh yea
oh yea
oh
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need,
e.x.p. is all we need.
one more time
(e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need
e.x.p. is all we need,
e.x.p. is all we need.
e.).
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Horse I'm Virus, un groupe de 2 voyous qui font rage, ramène le post-punk des années 80 couple a l'intensité exaspérante de la musique électronique des années 90. Valentin Savio et Serge Ghazale, apporteront cette musique d’égouts directement dans votre gueule, que vous puissiez goûter l'angoisse qui vous libérera de vos propres démons. ... more
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