1. |
From Dusk Till Dawn
04:09
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I'm rising at sunset, warm colours reflecting on glass and metal
The strain in the back, the sleep I lack, but I carry on
Cause I'll still be here
Jumping and thumping all night long
Running and working from dusk till dawn
The only lights I see are the ones from the city, alive and yet killing me
The grey heart keeps me awake, addicted, disgusted at the same time
Like a lie made out of truth, like what I want, not what I really need
Here's the money for my pill, the pill for my sleep, night after day
Cause I'll still be here
Jumping and thumping all night long
Running and working from dusk till dawn
From dusk till dawn
From dusk till dawn
From dusk till dawn
From dusk till dawn
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2. |
WorkQueuePay
02:44
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Pay to drive, pay to park
You got to pay to play and pay to stop
Pay to go, pay to stay
Pay pay pay till you've burn your pay
Pay pay pay the bills or find a better way to fall
Pay pay pay the bills or crush my skull against the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Queue to eat, queue to piss
You got to queue for in and to go out
Crushed in crowds, even to be late
Queue queue queue you got to queue to pay
Pay pay pay the bills or find a better way to fall
Pay pay pay the bills or crush my skull against the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Take the coke on workdays
To get the job done and stay awake
Earn your pay for the drugs
To work work queue work and queue and pay
Pay pay pay the bills or find a better way to fall
Pay pay pay the bills better live fast before you stall
Pay pay pay the bills or find a better way to fall
Pay pay pay the bills or crush my skull against the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Till my head breaks through the
I'm too poor for a whore
I'm too poor for a whore
I'm too poor for a whore
I'm too poor for a whore
Till my head breaks through the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
Till my head breaks through the wall
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3. |
Teleporters
01:03
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4. |
Coriolis
04:28
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I'm riding on my bike
Soaked by the rain
But a teleporter would be
The easy way out
I'm in Paris, you're in London
That's a pretty long run
A teleporter could sure be
Handy to hang out, handy to hang out
With my friends
But I'll never be the genius
My mom wished I'd become
Teleporters will be built
By men with guns
Physics and good devotion
Can speed up the rotation
I'll build something huge and crazy
A machine the size of the sun, the size of the sun
Cause as the force of Coriolis gets stronger
My jumps become longer
As the force of Coriolis gets stronger
I get a few steps closer to them
Logic is made for grown ups
Help them predict the future
Sometimes the simplest ideas
Are the ones that get you further
And I'm still on my bike
Still soaked by the rain
And now my silly ideas
Are keeping me moving, keeping me hoping
That as the force of Coriolis gets stronger
My jumps become longer
As the force of Coriolis gets stronger
I get a few steps closer to them
To them, to them, to them
Oh… I wish I'd know how to achieve such goals
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5. |
Peanuts
02:34
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We've been waiting for so long
We've been waiting for so long
Peanuts
Keep calm
And carry on
Nice shot
Peanuts
We've been working oh so hard
We've been working oh so hard
Peanuts
Keep calm
And carry on
Nice shot
Peanuts
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6. |
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"The weather report is not so bad!" says the politician on TV when it's twenty degrees above zero in mid-January. And you know what? He's right.
If you think it's getting warmer go to California
Where the blond bikini babes are used to the heat
"Hip hop old boys sporting gold chains and busting beats – amazing!"
"Rude boys sucking thumbs, bus attracts weirdoes!"
Does the twenty-four hour news channel make your brain go on a fucking diet?
If you think it's getting warmer go to California
Where the blond bikini babes are used to the heat
If you think it's getting warmer go to California
California
California
If you think it's getting warmer go to California
Where the blond bikini babes are used to the heat
If you think it's getting warmer go to California
California
California
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7. |
Cruisin' On My Longboard
04:07
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Cruising through a king on my longboard
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Floating on the old path of my memories
Places smells, it's all there
Telling myself stories
Again feeling strangely like the lost heir
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Cruising through a king on my longboard
The warm summer breeze pushes me swiftly
My thoughts are gliding somewhere
Smoothing up the curves, my hand grasping calmly
Your underwear
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Between the common buildings
The light changes
In these city streets I'm…
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Cruising through a king on my longboard
Longboard…
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8. |
Our Destroyer (part I)
03:00
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Blue lights twinkling down your veins
Around my head glowing music
Speeding through your spine
Through your flaring spine
Gimme gas I'll pollute with sound
These sparkling city streets jammed
Jammed with fuzz
Time for our getaway
Step on the gas
Come and hit the road
We've got miles to do
And I've got some fuel
Our future disarray
The line would lick the wheel
As the road would suck our souls
The road would suck our souls
Time for our getaway
Step on the gas
Come and hit the road
We've got miles to do
And I've got some fuel
I've bought candy, sounds for our souls, landscapes to explore
I've got a friend to meet, driving the car that leads us to dawn
The car that leads us to dawn
Destroyer of our disarray
Safe from the cops and the thugs
In the car that leads us to dawn
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9. |
Our Destroyer (part II)
02:56
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Alone in the car
Hark the radio
A face reflecting is my scar
Crank up the bass and let the music flow
Absorbed by the atonal notes floating free
Through the Paris lanes I know
In the car that leads me to dawn
Destroyer of my disarray
Safe from the cops and the thugs
In the car that leads me to dawn
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10. |
NoID
02:57
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When the boss is shouting
Co-workers are yawning
You might start feeling
Like your head is melting
On your desk
When the wife is boring
And the kids complaining
That the dog is barking
And the road starts looking
Quite endless
Is this what you really want babe, what you have foreseen
Is it the set you want to play in sweat, drowning in money
And you know if you play this game… well, you'll end up falling
When markets are plunging
And sex spam harassing
While your dick not rising
You might start thinking
To take those pills
When ego takes over
One cuts out the others
Your might consider
What you thought was a brother
Is a disguised bastard
Is this what you really want babe, what you have foreseen
Is it the set you want to play in sweat, drowning in money
Cause when you think of rising, your brain milkshakes with greed
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Shoefiti Paris, France
What if Shoefiti was France's indie scene’s best kept secret?
Never quite garage, not completely
psychedelic or shoegaze, borrowing from noise without being totally so, Shoefiti is resolutely an indie rock band, sometimes pop and under control, sometimes abrasive and unbridled like a San Francisco ice cream truck whose brakes would have broken.
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