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So do you think we’re paranoiacs?
Oh yeah that’s right!
Or do you think we‘re total maniacs?
Oh yeah! Escaped from asylum!
Hey! Big Brother is all around the place
What a dirty trick
He watches our every move!
This town is making me feel down…
The reality show turned to black
Beyond the game illusions fall down
Until the tapes burn out
We’ll kick up resistance
The game is over
So do you think we’re paranoiacs?
Oh yeah that’s right!
Or do you think we‘re total maniacs?
Oh yeah! It’s our right!
In each corner of the streets
Cops and lens shoot liberty
The big blackout loops back on itself
Power uses insecurity...
We fight for our right! Fight for your right!
So why not become masked hijackers?
Yell, nag, throw out to keep the smoke screen
Now run after me
And catch me if you can!
This town is making me feel down…
The reality show turned to black
Beyond the game illusions fall down
Until the tapes burn out
We’ll kick up resistance
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It’s a Big Bang baby
Are you deaf or what?
It’s a Big Bang baby
None of us can stop time
It’s a new start I think aloud
I whisper through a megaphone
Cos’ nothing will catch up for the time
In view of the situation
And the riot squads are restless
Because the circus was in town
Just another countdown to Big Bang
We form pockets of resistance
Feel like I’m loosing control
But I won’t sell my soul even if I crash
Now the moon is almost full, all stars begin to shine
You gave a smile of welcome
But we were miles apart... let the spirit pass
Everything is silence there’s nobody home
I’m my own prisoner writing on the wall
What’s going on?
I should be wise, this time I’m all alone to find myself
What has become of all our dream that we build
During our trip
It’s hard to believe that you’re still here
Whereas you can not stand me now!
As two suns appears over horizons
I try to give the best I can
I was coming home late at night
Drunk again but it’s alright
Counting the day ‘till you come back
I’ll never be the same after the final act
Don’t be so nervous all our dreams will become real
We just need little patience
And all our dreams will become true
Take each day as it comes, and find your way again
My heart is beating faster let the spirit pass! |
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Since the Human is on earth, Nature’s been dying
They steal, they throw their shit on the ground
Without care about what they leave to the future!
Let freedom ring with a scream...
Yes it’s a funky traffic-jam
All those decadent states of mind...
It’s Human Nature
Never never take this way
Let’s pick up your will, pick up your soul too!
Never never coming back
Let’s pick up your will, pick up your soul too!
You know that you are tall and strong
In your urban jungle
Instead of living in a perfect harmony
You kill, you burn, you cry, you break...
I’d rather live with an animal...
So far away from your war!
All those decadent states of mind...
It’s Human Nature
Hey now it’s time to start a riot for revolution
Hey could you try to think about it for evolution?
Do revolution for evolution!
Do revolution we need reaction!
Do revolution for evolution...
It‘s Human Nature
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Believe that it's not a useless fight
Cause' everyone is not dupe
Put on the light!
Keep one eye open on Big Brother’s spy
We’re just some white mice
In our prefabricated homes
We rise to the bait! We rise for the bait
It’s paradise on earth for white coats
Give it some true my friend
The government experiment
The odd human specimen
Stop making such a mess of things
We stay united against... the single thought
Take care of what the people thinks
We stay united against... the single thought
Bleach is your favourite shampoo
It cleans your brain Frankenstein used it too
It’s a brainwash stop guzzle all this shit
Human is force feed!
It’s up to you! Don’t ask yourself what?
Your government can do against you...
But what you can do against the man in blue!
Check your head, free the slave inside of you
Don’t let the single thought shatter your dream
Fight for your right, take control of your life
You’re the only one who decide
We represent the old school!
And we represent the new school too!
Once upon a time the man in the street
The guy who got his dog, his wife
And his home theatre... for his cushy life
Don’t ask me why his pretty house
In the open countryside...
Is equipped with the latest alarm type...
Locked up tight
He goes to mass every Sabbath
Confess his sins and listens to the truth
Cos’ the priest always says: God Bless You!
Back home our crafty devil sees, a N.R.A. ad on TV
It’s time to protect all the family
The election is a load of hogwash...
All excuses are good, that’s the media brainwash...
This time you won’t get away from us
You will pay for the blood that you flowed
You proclaimed yourself defender of the peace
Whereas you kill the child from any other tribes
It really gets to me
And I want no part of it...
This is the last judgement
And you who got the faith will not be able to lie...
Stop all your business war!
I will stand on your grave
‘till I’m sure you’ll be dead...
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There must be something good out of here
In the subterranean of our soul
So you can take a deep sweet breath and keep an open mind
Far away from the foolish lie that make you blind
There must be something else, so turn the page
But we must stay on the ground, like an angel in a cage
And watch the river flow... as long as it does
But there are clouds on the horizon...
Shake me up, for all the time we didn’t share
Shake me up, and we will never be so scared again
I’ve walked many miles for a while
With a lot of smile, smoke is in your eyes
Too much confusion to fly...
That’s all pie in a sky...
Gotta travel faster than the speed of the sound
Shooting stars are falling I must be getting along!
So shake me up!
Struck by lightening an idea is born
And the wind begins to howl!
Then let’s get this show on the road!
This is the life, don’t miss the boat!
Then shake me up!
I don’t want to know which way the wind blows...
And I will just go free with my thoughts
I caught the full moon of your dream
And even kiss the snake pit, in the lonely night
In the hills of destiny
My love will never cease to be...
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If our area is in genetic engineering,
Atomic bombs and megalopolis...
The area of aborigine is really different
They live on one side of all modernism
In the hostile and so silent jungle,
They resist to invasion of capitalism!
Every day it’s war for territory...
Enneri Blaka is a heritage of the Australian indigenous
It’s a rock painting of Wandjina people
The spiritual life focuses on the Rainbow Serpent,
The ritual dance, supernatural things...
That’s Dreaming!
Don’t destroy the jungle forest
Forest of hope
Each tree contains eternally the aboriginal memory
So we groove... ‘till the jam reflect the move...
Nothing to prove or I could be in a bad mood!
I hear sounds round around my head...
When the world and the rhythm are falling down
Spinning around above the ground
Stop lights burn away my mask...
No time to question cos’ it makes much more sense...
To live in a present tense...
Burn away my mask, let the funky spirit pass
Spiral vibes take me down to the underground...
Can’t control me... Can’t even feel my body
My poor brain is on fury
I‘ve been possessed in harmony
Words turn to reality!
If the natives were first Australian inhabitant
They had been hunted of their own estate
Destiny of aborigine can be now just a dream
New towns and buildings have sprung up like mushrooms...
In the hostile and so silent jungle
They resist to invasion of capitalism!
Every day it’s war for territory...
Enneri Blaka is a heritage of the Australian indigenous
We must be grateful for their voice of reason...
Don’t destroy the jungle forest
Forest of hope
Each tree contains eternally the aboriginal memory
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Don't need an alarm clock thanks to the pneumatic drill!
Wake up at seven with a headache every morning
I’ve got little time for the breakfast and the shower
I can’t even spread on my bread the marmelade
My legs dabble in the bathroom
And my hands are cooking
While my head stays in the bedroom
Ouch! I bang my little toe...
Go work! Like in the Chaplin’s Modern Times
Go work! As all the ants for their queen
Go work! As fast as you can
Go work! While I am really lazy
Welcome in urban jungle!
There’s no time to lose!
You’ve got to fight for your life
Chase after wealth...
The sharks are starving, they want to squander you!
Get out the ring if you wanna get your ears boxed!
Unplugged yourself from this stressful world
Keep out of klaxon
Keep out of pollution
Keep out of this civilisation
Be sure that the concrete will not win!
Stop this nigtmare I want
To have a little bit of peace and quiet!
Puppeteers throw gold dust curtain, but we’re not blind...
We tattoo the earth, for best and worth
It’s a good start to flunk tomorrow’s birth
And now it’s time to meditate, what will be left behind
Think in order to awake our mind...
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Ma muse s'évapore
Désemparé
Mon corps s’apprête
Âme torturée
Toutes les heures
M’ont brisé
Tu me pries, me pleures et m’implores
Que puisse le silence conjurer le sort
Vert empoisonné
Sonne la larme
Mon cœur s’arrête
Rends les armes
Le sablier
S’est écoulé...
Tu me pries, me pleures et m’implores
Ce sont tous ces cris
Qui m’ont fait du tort, à tort!
Que puisse le silence apaiser mon sort...
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Definitely I'm the leader
I get everything you want
Sorry, you won’t ever match up to me!
I’m so styley, like nobody else!
But what the hell you’re looking at me?
Don’t you see I’m crazy, walk on home boy!
In my hood
They all respect me everybody knows me
And I say:
Come on the mates, kick this asshole!
Steal his shoes, his phone, his honor and
With what he gets high, gets high!
Just tell me who the leader is
Tell me who the loser is...
I put a curse on what you trust
Who‘s gonna build an empire
State of ruler... no pity!
Cos’ you don’t care about us!
What we got here is failure to communicate
No questions I’m right you’re wrong...
I got all the answers
Go buy a lollipop and some sweets...
Hey you! Passport please! Stop! Stay here!
The stuff is too much smelly
They will smell it...
And it was hard to keep my own head!
When the doggy comes sniff out my socks...
And find out my rocks...
I dreamed about a pad
But keep your feet on the ground
If I twist they will shoot...
I’d like to get high, get high!
The screw welcomes the guest, a lot of prats!
The whore, the dealer and all the psychopaths
Goddamn it’s time for a Big Bang
Don’t touch! Come on bang bang
You don’t know who I am! Crazy!
If you wanna catch me keep on trucking...
Why on earth am I in this mess?
I just need to tell me it’s painless!
What a gang of rats!
Here my connections are useless
Oh what we got here was failure to communicate!
Definitely I’m the leader
I get everything I want
My mates roll out the red carpet for me
I’m so styley, like nobody else
And it was hard to keep my own head!
When the screw released me from the jail and said
See you again...
I dreamed about a bat
I’d better hold my tongue
Should I turn on my heel?
I’d like to stay high, head high!
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Oh, let’s do it, right now, cos’ we are all together... All united
Ah, our music comes from your positive vibration...
It’s not so easy every day
Cos’ we have to rehearse for
In the bug backyard
What a pity do they think?
Of their ear protection?
Enneri Blaka makes a funky racket!
Until seven on the Richter scale...
Oh guy the telephone has rung
Manager sends us to the front
We’re leaving our bunker
It’s gonna be a long time bearing!
The smelly, stinky feet
And the poor chambermaid getting us
Out of bed again!
Thirty minutes before the opening
Nothing works already...
There’s no sound, we’re going crazy!
The jacks look like a can of worms
Digging to the Whammy!
We don’t care we’re on stage... Do it
Come on, on the dance floor... Right now
What’s joining us at this moment... Funky music
We’re just here to have fun...
It’s time to have a little break
It’s so hot, let’s have a drink
Oh shit the drunk yard fell on the drums!
Last time it was the Jimi Hendrix resurrection!
It’s not so easy every day
Yesterday we were broken
A hard sleep in the bus
Tomorrow a new gig, we’ve got to give the best...
Enneri Blaka makes a funky racket!
Until seven on the Richter scale!
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Born in L.A. Huggy the good tips
The african gangster is eating...
A hamburger from royal Mc Donald
He loves them a lot yeah!
At the wheel of his car
His dread locks float in the wind
The radio blowing up, a joint in his mouth!
His pink Cadillac
Is a hell of a car!
Huggy needs to leave Los Angeles... now!
If Marie Juana makes him a happy face
He knows that the cops build some
Roadblocks all around the frontiers!
Out of danger, Huggy the good tips
The african gangster... can be cool... now!
He’s driving down to Mexico City!
It’s good to be free!
At the wheel of his car
His dread locks float in the wind
The radio blowing up, a joint in his mouth...
Come on Huggy!
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