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If all you have is only a hammer
Are you as limited as people say
Could they do better just with a screwdriver
Or any another tool by the way
I can hit the night, can hit the day
Can hit on everything I want to hit
The first one to use stones just as a hammer
created the spark and the fire is born
What the USSR flag be without its hammer
No sickle would be forged, red would left alone
So I hit the night, I hit the day
I hit on everything I can hit
I hit the night, I hit the day
and more than anything (I) hit
The rythm
Don't you know that Thor, the Norse god of thunder
had just it to keep the giants away
A stake hit in the heart will kill any vampire
Hit the dead to the head on the zombie's day
You can hit the night, hit the day
So hit on everything you can hit
You can hit the night, hit the day
and more than anything, (I) hit
The rythm
Mister Christ himself who was known to walk on the water
Saw his ride take ended by 3 nails and a hammer
As kind as he was and as son of a carpenter
Sure he appreciated the work of the hammer
Two thousands years after, he's still fixed on the cross
If all you have is only a hammer
You're not as limited as people say
Judges can not be heard if they replace their gavel
With any another tool by the way
I hit the night, I hit the day
I hit on everything I can hit
I hit the night, I hit the day
and more than anything (I )hit
The rythm
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2. |
Jackie Wild
04:20
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Once upon a time,
And another time,
And so many times
That this kind of story isn't told
There was a wicked man
Holding a woman
And their four children
In the hell of a family vault
What happens behind their clan walls
is a private affair, no one calls
For help from outside
But one of the main characters
has a name that sounds like a curse
For the bully guy
She shot him one evening for an ending, they call it homicide
But this time for once the one who was on the right side,
On the right side of the gun
Was a woman called Jackie Wild
For self-defense,
No other evidence
Than a punch in lips
And the three sisters who testify
To their dad's violence
The blood on his hands
His hands on their breasts
But the general attorney
Wasn't convinced by what they said
and dared to ask her why
Why she let him do this way
Why she never ran away
Why no complaints filed
The shame of being mistreated, of fail, the fear to be beat are not
For this red dressed donkey known feelings. Has he never thought
What 'd be his own mother's life
Under the strokes that took Jackie Wild
She never regretted
As the court expected
That wasn't accepted
By a justice which's afraid about
All the wicked guys
Away of the laws
Can soon feel the jaws
Of their victims like Jackie's man had
It seems that forty-seven years suffering weren't enough for her
So the judge, the attorney and three jurors decided to give her
Ten more years without sun
For a woman called Jackie Wild
She shot him one evening for an ending, they call it homicide
But this time for once the one who was on the right side,
On the right side of the gun
Was a woman called Jackie Wild
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3. |
I gonna
02:00
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I gonna kiss you
I gonna kiss you baby and I swear
That anyway, I'll never love you
Then I gonna love you
I gonna love you baby and I'll swear
That anyway, I'll never leave you
So I gonna leave you
I gonna leave you baby and I'll swear
That anyway, I'll never miss you
I gonna miss you
I gonna miss you baby and I'll swear
That I better should not have kissed you
And I gonna kill you
Yeah I gonna kill you baby and I'll swear
That anyway, I've never made this song
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4. |
The apple tree
02:41
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I had been walking for a long time
I was exhausted and starved
'til I saw the tree along my road
The life had been mostly hard
It was first days of november
The tree was redlighting of fruits
The ground around was even redder
So I crossed the fence without a doubt
When my teeth bit into the apple
I felt somethnig like a great heat
I didn't hear the detonation
Before the cold, even more great
I was shot by the field owner
who had no mercy for the thieves
no mercy for the apple eaters
who bites the fruits he doesn't give
Oh man, why did you kill me ?
It was just an apple
Yeah son but it was mine
And all these apples are mine
And the Apple tree is mine
And the field around is mine
This world is mine
And laws are mine
And justice says
It's mine
Apples are rotting under the tree
And now I'm rotting myself too
But die for an apple is better
Than by starvation, for sure.
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5. |
Little chinese blues
04:02
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Some people think that we'll become the masters
And far away from here, fear the rise of new masters
Who will soon rule the world, who will impose their word. The new masters
are building their empire and will destroy the others
Scared cause our flag is red
Afraid that we're ahead
Because in our country the sun rises earlier
And the real masters become richer
And from my ten years old
I've been under the hold
Of a master
And each day, I spend sixteen hours in a factory
Making the clothes of white people fearing men like me
I made the shirts they need, I made the shoes they need
For 2 bucks by hour but they still see me like a threat
They're asking for hot deal
Talk bout' yellow peril
How can they be so inconsistent
And the real masters become richer
And from my ten years old
I've been under the hold
Of a master
Can you explain to me
How I can be your master
Spending all my time stuck underground
Making shitty stuff for shittiest buyers
Making all the shit you need to own
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6. |
Sonny's sleep
04:50
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Wake up, Sonny, they're all gone
Wake up, Sonny, job is done
The bartender is bored and won't give us anymore
Game is over for tonight
So wake up, Sonny, they're all gone
Wake up, Sonny, it's late now
Wake up, Sonny, you're the last one
You're asleep at the bar since the very last drink
That bastard deigned to serve
So now wake up, Sonny, they're all gone
Wake up, it ain't funny, they're all gone
Wake up, damned Sonny or I leave you alone
I shake you really hard but you don't make a fucking move
Shame's upon us one more time
Please wake up, Little Sonny or I leave you alone
Oh please wake up, damned Sonny, now the doc is here
Wake up, please please me, don't let flow my tears
You're too young for the end and the bartender will back
In an hour less or more
Oh wake up, my friend Sonny, don't leave me alone.
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7. |
Mary Lane
03:58
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Oh Mary Lane
You want me free
You want me free but you don't see
That in my pain
You make me free, you make me free
Oh Mary Lane
Oh Mary Lane
You make me free
You make me free and want to be
To be again
When I'll be free, to be with me
Oh Mary Lane
All this time wasted in prison
Mary Lane, without you, sure I'd be gone
All this nights stuck in detention
Mary Lane, thanks to you I can hold on
In my cell all alone
Oh Mary Lane
When I'll be free
When I'll be free, I gonna see
See you again
Waiting for me, waiting for me
Oh Mary Lane
Oh Mary Lane
They set me free
They've washed the stain which was on me
Oh Mary Lane
They set me free, you've waited for me
Oh Mary Lane
Oh Mary Lane
I can't be free
I can't be free when you're with me
You're the worst chain
All around me
You're my worst pain
Oh Mary Lane
All this time stuck in detention
Mary Lane, wasn't worse than your hold on me
Between each of these two prisons
Mary Lane, I choose the cell where I'm alone
Without you to keep on me
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8. |
Tom goes to the church
02:49
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When Tom goes to the church, it ain't the lord he's looking for
When Tom goes to the church, it ain't the lord he's looking for
But it's so cool inside so he takes a seat
This is the best place to hide his poor body from the heat
When Tom goes to the church, it ain't the lord he's looking for
When Pam goes to the church, it ain't the lord she's looking for
When Pam goes to the church, it ain't the lord she's looking for
But there's this handsome guy always on the same seat
Her mom will like his faith and Pam will like his heat
When Pam goes to the church, it ain't the lord she's looking for
The lord goes the church, sure he's the one they're looking for
The lord goes the church, sure he's the one they're looking for
But he's coming too late and Pam and Tom have left
The freshness of the church for the sweetness of the bed
When Tom goes to the church, it ain't the lord he's looking for
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9. |
The veil
03:31
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Look 'em, how foolish they are
When they're going on fight for pieces of rag
When one's pulling you to the right,
The other pulls to the left with as much might
Poor girl stuck between their claws
You're soon be tear apart in name of their laws
One thinks to speak with the voice of god
The other one's talking / with the voice of mod
They want you on their hold
No matter how hot or how cold
The rules made by males
Should better stay under the veil
Law against law, thought against thought
But what you really want none of them cares about
They both pretend to be on your side
But there's always a part of you they want you to hide
They want you on their hold
No matter how hot or how cold
The rules made by males
Should better stay under the veil
They can each choke / with their own truth
There's only one thing they don't see through
The veil, your tears behind their flags
When they're going on fight for pieces of rag
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The cat
03:45
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Oh it's way too early to leave the bed
And their damn alarm clock rings in my head
So I put my paws in front of my ears
I pretend to be asleep, I won't move from here
For a long long life, I take the lowest pace
And to avoid jolts, I run the slowest race
So I can't understand why they need to hurry
To succeed in the life, better be lazy
And I hear their voices saying that I'm in need
And that I am unable to eat if I'm not feed
But I feel like waste my time when I'm busy
And the few tasks in my life, I do it lazily
Now I feel a hand gently stroking my back
But I know she cheats hoping to bring me back
From the land of dreams that I find so much cosy
Know that waking a cat can turn him angry
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11. |
The immortal's lament
03:28
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Today it's my son I am burying
Rest down, rest down, rest down
My only son is now sleeping
Rest down, rest down, rest down
How hard it's for a mother
To see her son six feet
Under her own
feet for a last
Sleep down, rest down, rest down
My only son give me a sweet
Grandson, grandson, grandson
But my grandson is now deceased
Rest down, rest down, rest down
How hard it's for a grandmother
To see her grandon six feet
Under her own
feet for a last sleep
Rest down, rest down, rest down
My grandson let me a poor great
Grandson, poor great grandson
But my great grandson was badly sick
And let me down, let me down, let me down
How hard it's for a great grandmother
To see her great grandson six feet
Under her own
feet for a last sleep
Rest down, rest down, rest down
Son, grand son and great grandson left
Me down, me down, me down
Waiting my impossible death
I stay down, stay down, stay down
How hard it's for an immortal
To be among a field
of graves that you're alone to keep
I stay down, stay down, stay down
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12. |
Alone
04:12
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Honey, sure you'll never guess what I've planned for tonight
Honey, take your coat and get ready to go out
Tonight the city is yours, waiting for your course across it
For my part, I stay alone, just alone, all alone
Honey, do not thank me for what I've planned for tonight
Honey, take your best warm clothes and enjoy being out
Take your time, the night is yours, you're a star getting its course across it
For my part, I stay alone, all alone, quiet alone
Honey, sure you never guessed what I planned for tonight
Honey, take your coat and get ready to go out
Tonight the city is yours, you're going to cross
Night is also yours, lightened by your course
Tonight the city is yours, waiting for your course across it
I stay alone tonight.
Oh quiet alone tonight
Let me alone tonight
Oh quiet alone tonight
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13. |
Alzheimom
03:03
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Who are these strangers planted in front of me
They're certainly insane because they pretend
That I am their mother though I am only six
So it's impossible, I'm too young to have sex
They say « Mommy, do you recognize me ? »
(Idiot), of course I don't, I've never seen you before
But they insist and ask if I remember something
About saturday past and the last time they came
They're carressing my hair, these people are frightening
And when I'm frightened, I piss on myself, it's
Normal when you are six but they call another
Stranger in a white blouse, what does she in my house
I cry, and I call for my mommy
But mommy doesn't come, I() hope they didn't hurt her
They ask me to keep quiet, the girl in the white blouse
Pulls out a huge syringe and sticks it in my arm
Oh my children, you are here
I'm so glad
It's been a long time
Oh my kids grow up so fast
Dad will be proud
When he'll be back
What ?
Why do you say he's dead
Do you find it funny
You hurt your poor mommy
You shouldn't joke with that
Of course that I'm fine
Why you ask if I'm fine
You're seeing that i'm fine
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
Who's this guys in my room
Besides, this's not my room
Why do you look so sad
Bring me back to your dad
Bring me back to my home
And now listen to me
Cause I'm your fucking mom
You have to obey me
Who are you ?? What do you want ? What do you want to me ? Assholes ! Dickheads ! Sons of a bitch ! Motherfuckers ! Motherfuckers !!!!!
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14. |
Blackmailing blues
04:51
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Well, I know what you're thinking
And yes, you know that we're playing
One more time
The same old worn blues
The same old three chords overused
Of course the tune has started with an E
Besides, it always starts with an E
As King says
Then time comes for the A
And to be what it has to be, the tour ends on a B
You say how it's an easy playing
And all the wankers wank their strings
On the same song
We have to admit that you're not wrong
I agree with you, this song is too much long
But look at the hat in front of you on the ground
We haven't seen you throwing anything inside
So toss us all the coins you can find
And we'll stop as soon as you'll be kind
Well, I know what you're thinking...
You can see it as a blackmailing blues
But if you're as smart as your luxury shoes
One buck or two less won't change your life
Or would you prefer that we ask you for it with a knife
You want us and our damned guitars to burn
To find a real job for which money's hard to earn
And nevermore listen to this song
But if you confiscate us our strings
But if you don't give us anything
We'll still be there
We'll still be starved
And what you don't want to give,
We'll come to you to take it, we'll be thieves
Toss us this coin that you will not miss
Toss us this coin , it's a small price for peace
Toss this coin cause we're playing
Toss this coin cause you're listening
One more time
The same old worn blues
The same old three chords overused
Toss this coin cause you're listening
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