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@realDonald
02:59
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Be blessed for telling me
How you feel after that last movie,
The real meaning of politics,
Or that cat so cute you can’t handle it.
Stop typing before processing a thought.
And while you bitch about life,
Times flies
And runs out of your hands,
Stuck on your keyboard.
One forty characters are a hell of a thing,
I wish you could take back the shit you’re writing.
You post and comment just on anything,
I hope you realize before you get beat up.
One forty characters are a hell of a thing,
I wish none of your points of view could last.
My opinion to improve your writings:
Take a pen and shove it up your ass.
Stop. But it seems you just can’t help it.
Nobody gives a shit about your holidays.
Nobody gives a shit about your kid’s first steps.
Nobody gives a shit about the food you made.
Nobody gives a shit about the chicks you nailed.
One forty characters are a hell of a thing,
I wish you could take back the shit you’re writing.
You post and comment just on anything,
I hope you realize before you get beat up.
One forty characters are a hell of a thing,
I wish none of your points of view could last.
My opinion to improve your writings:
Take a pen and shove it up your ass.
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2. |
Anyone, Evermore
04:43
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I have been spending years acting like you wanted me to.
Letting you lead us, at every step we stumbled.
Keeping my soul quiet, my mouth shut, my wishes to my inner self.
Our relationship sucks and all our bonds are crumbling.
All that’s left from this is a bitter taste and a call to fight for better days.
I had my part of lies and I can admit
I wasn’t always right. Now comes the careless end.
Whoever, tomorrow. Anyone, evermore.
These things you say, to anyone who’s awake.
Sure he is worth taking a shot to free your mind away.
And you will be back again, and I will let you in,
and you will sneak in my bed just before night gives in.
Foolish hearts are always blind.
Careless end, wasted years.
All you left is a bitter taste and a call to fight.
Unknown. Alone. Howl on.
Whoever, tomorrow. Anyone, evermore.
However, from now on. Anyone, evermore.
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3. |
The Night
02:32
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It is not that I can’t control the pressure,
I got a bag full of tricks to avoid it.
Got no idea where I’m driving to,
I couldn’t care less I just need to go through.
As long as I can hit the mark and score,
Tonight is the night and I won’t spend it alone.
Tonight is the night, got my demons to watch my back.
Once again it’s just me, myself, and I,
Wandering through the city lights,
Howling for love under cover.
Every curve, every smile, every blush, every time.
Once again, against the night.
Got my demons to watch my back.
Wandering through the city lights.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
It’s not that I can’t control the pressure,
Got a bag full of tricks to avoid
That desperate feeling that I die to hide,
The bitter taste that sticks around.
Bottoms up! I use booze as a shelter,
I drown my sorrows, being in high spirits.
If you see me drinking it’s only to recover
From a life that I made full of shit.
Every drink, every bar, every street.
Every time against the night.
Got my demons to watch my back.
Wandering through the city lights.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
It’s not that I can’t control the pressure,
Got a bag full of tricks to avoid
That desperate feeling that I die to hide,
The bitter taste that sticks around.
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4. |
True Friend
02:36
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I’ll take a breath to tell you what you’ve done.
Where stories of lies and betrayal can start.
You fooled no one acting all shy and innocent,
We’ve reached the bottom line. I am done.
You can’t rely on anyone, anymore.
I won’t waste another minute for you.
I should have seen it from the start:
You’re a fucking mess who tries to look sharp.
I gave it all, I give it up.
Take your shit back cause we ain’t buying
The loser preach that you’ve been selling,
Your failed attempts to stick around.
It’s not how a true friend would act.
You’re demanding and never caring.
I’ll take a breath to tell you what you’ve done.
Where stories of lies and betrayal can start.
You fooled no one acting all shy and innocent.
This is the bottom line.
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5. |
Earth
02:23
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At the end of each road, there’re always city lights.
Modern life is a trap I need to escape.
And where ever I stare, it’s like I can’t be alone,
Among these geometric shapes.
Just contemplate the planet.
Just contemplate the planet earth.
Could I ever tell you what these landscapes mean to my life?
How can I describe a sunrise?
I loose all fears facing this view. How sweet is its sound.
And should my death come soon, bring my body at the foot of this tree.
I share her blood, Mother Nature.
You’re not lost, we are one, we are awake, we are alive.
My only wish: I hope this place will never change.
At the end of each road, there’re always city lights.
But oceans belong to those who dream.
I feel the wind on my back reminding at every steps
that our land should be praised.
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6. |
Wave I
01:17
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7. |
The Books
02:42
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They told you so, how many times they said it:
Just listen, nod and repeat!
Religions are just books
With the same writings, with the same look.
Disgust disguised in trust, stories turned to truth.
So we will take to the battle front
Whatever it takes to prove them wrong.
Raising a call from the heart to send them back where they belong.
We are men with no god.
Fighting blind faith, as long as we’re alive.
For better days after bitter nights.
Speeches don’t last long, buried under the sand.
On and on and on, time wins in the end.
Don’t close your eyes, don’t shut your ears.
Don’t smile to this crooked space and time.
Spit out in their faces
The hundreds of lies remaining
In every one of their verses,
Cause their beliefs, nobody cares.
Spit it out in their faces.
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8. |
CIFO
02:16
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This is for the outcasts, the rejected, the misfits, the imperfects,
That can’t live by the book when everyone ask them to fit in.
Shout out to the dreamers believing in themselves
Who won’t let their future be guided by someone else.
The cursed, the incompletes, the freaks, the offbeats.
We can’t reduce our life to fucking 9 to 5.
Resist and refuse to die for a vision that ain’t ours.
Dark eyes with a goal in sight,
We clear off straight when the clock strikes five.
Clear out my desk before any submission.
Stood up this morning only to drive with passion.
We won’t be fooled. No commitment to them liars,
Cause no matter what’s their hook,
No go getter wears white collar.
Cursed, Incompletes, Freaks, Offbeats.
Dark eyes with a goal in sight,
We clear off straight when the clock strikes five.
Clear out my desk before any submission.
Stood up this morning only to drive with passion.
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9. |
Wave II
01:09
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10. |
Wise
03:18
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Will we ever be responsible for one’s madness?
Would a heavier burden bring back the ones sentenced to death?
For every acts of pure violence that a few could control,
I dream of a massive peace movement, held by a worldwide crowd.
Cause on both sides, we can’t decide who’s right or wrong.
And on each and every step they take, ideals drip blood all around.
Can’t reach for the better by cutting someone’s down.
Can’t pretend to know better, cause ever since you’ve been told how to live, you got a blindfold on.
All in all, nothing will remain, of us all.
The deads swing slow, singing so low:
“A wise man said: ‘we reap what we sow,’
You will live to regret it, no one will save your soul.”
A wise man said: “we reap what we sow.”
All in all, nothing will remain, of us all.
The deads swing slow, singing so low, howling
in the meadow: “a wise man one day said:
‘we reap just what we sow.’”
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11. |
Ubac
02:32
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I can not understand
These mixed feeling inside,
The darkest side that stands
Once I have pulled the blinds.
And I can not control what I keep behind closed doors,
I wish to leave behind, but always comes for more.
I know what’s right and I can tell it’s wrong.
It’s just too hard to fight when these thoughts come around.
I know what’s right and I can’t blame no one.
If actions speak louder than words,
Then why mine always make things worst?
When I let it go, when I let it talk, when I let it act,
Border gets blurry between reason and insanity.
When I let it go, when I let it talk, when I let it act,
Innocence falls apart in a blink of an eye.
Does everyone have a second side?
Cause sure I can’t be the only one
Ruining lives, tearing everyone apart.
But in my everyday life,
who could guess what a creep I am?
When I let it go, when I let it talk, when I let it act,
Innocence falls apart in a blink of an eye.
When I let it go, when I let it talk, when I let it act,
Border gets blurry between reason and insanity.
Ruining lives, Tearing everyone apart.
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12. |
Linger over, Linger on
04:11
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Pack your shit cause we’re leaving
For the third kick we decide to give it.
We meet again in this distorted space.
It looks familiar but it another place.
There comes a time to choose wether we get stronger or if we cut loose.
We could not call an end, when some might think we should.
So if you don’t know where to stand,
I will take a stick and draw a line in the sand.
Choose the side where you want to be.
So do you join my gang?
And if you don’t know where to stand,
I will take stick and draw a line in the sand.
Empty words make me tired and sick,
Either join my gang or you’ll get a kick.
Pack your shit cause we’re leaving
For the third kick we decide to give it.
Memories at every corner, flashbacks won’t last forever.
There is no wonder in wandering,
So push your fate till you make it.
We couldn’t leave it where it was:
Falling head first to the ground.
After what it survived, we’ve earned it more than anyone.
So if you don’t know where to stand,
I will take stick and draw a line in the sand.
Choose the side where you want to be,
So do you join my gang?
Pack your shit cause we’re leaving
For the third kick we decide to give it.
Memories at every corner,
Flashbacks won’t last forever.
There is no wonder in wandering,
So push your fate till you make it.
Now I know which side I want to take.
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The Great Divide Paris, France
Combining energy and melody, The Great Divide resounds with positivity and unity.
After the release of its first EP in
2012 on Useless Pride Records, the Paris-based band hit the road, sharing stage with Comeback kid, Backtrack, Everytime I Die, King Ly Chee, and many more.
In 2014, the band presented its second EP “White Bird“ and played it around Europe and Asia.
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