1. |
Chut!
00:42
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Chut! Chut!
Les amis, écoutons la nuit!
Chut! Chu!
Les amis, la terre s'est endormie.
Ouh! Ouh!
Quel est ce bruit qui me rend fou?
C'est peut-être un méchant loup ou bien un hibou?
On ferait mieux de rentrer, je suis effrayée.
Chut! Chut!
Les amis, écoutons la nuit!
Chut! Chu!
Les amis, la terre s'est endormie.
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2. |
Slingshot
03:19
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One, two, three,
Do you remember me?
Four, five, six,
An old thing to fix.
Seven, eight, nine,
It's gonna be a bit wild.
Cause I'm coming for you,
Then, Buddy, you’d better run!
Bragging with your red nose,
And your dirty big toes,
You won't survive the end of my story.
I swear, we're gonna play in the dark,
Cause I come, come for you,
You & me, me & my bravery.
I saw the depth of each of my depressions.
And I don't know when I became an exception,
But I'm ready to fight,
And as we say:
"He who creeps last creeps best", Bobby...
So stay calm, when I start to expose,
My confidence grows,
Seeks revenge for all our dead broz.
I’m floating to you,
Look out of your guts,
When I pass you through!
My balls will make you explode,
And I’ll throw your bones
Into the drain, with all your dolls.
And you’ll never see me coming.
Cause, you know what, Buddy?
It's a fucking robbery!
I'll wait ‘till falls the night,
I'll find your aerie.
Along with my fears,
I'll jump into the hole...
I went beyond warnings and cautions,
I spat on all of my frustrations.
Now it's time for ignition,
Slingshot in the hand, and friends in ranks.
Ladies & gentlemen,
Welcome to my fancy nightmare!
Come and float with me.
Come and float with all my dolls...
‘Cause I believe in fairies,
In pixies, in Santa.
Cause it's when I don't fear,
That I kill the witches.
So, keep your red nose,
Be my puppet.
And dance for me,
Cause it's my birthday party!
I'll wait ‘till falls the night,
I'll find your aerie.
Along with my fears,
I'll jump into the hole...
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3. |
Shoot the King
04:00
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Can't you feel it coming
?
It's rushing through all the streets.
In the air,
Screaming like sulfur.
With the Hydra, it sings:
"What the blacksmith swears, the blacksmith does".
So precious, time,
And this new pride, found at last.
Now something is crawling, exulting, exploding,
Feverish,
Rushing through your fucking street.
But you sowed well,
And now it's time to reap.
We didn't want much, now we're starving.
There once was a time when on and on we went!
Don't you hear the scum screaming:
"Shoot the king! »?
The scum is here!
Don’t you hear?
Howling at the feet of your queen.
"Shoot the king! »
If you say :
"The Poor on the knees"!
They answer, full of anger,
White-hot fire in their hearts.
For more than just a tower, this time,
But always in the air, the same smell of sulfur,
Cause where you see envy, disgust we see.
Like something inside that hurts so much.
And you can call all your dogs,
They would be nothing compared to the scum
Howling like crazy bitches!
The soldiers of the past are gone.
And their: "What are we waiting for to set it all on fire?"
And their fever dead.
As sad to see as tired lions.
But we're great.
As great as a million crowns,
We're the Hydra.
Look at the sky, it's too small for us,
And the street, our feet, sing for us:
« Spread your wings, now! »
Don't you hear the scum screaming:
"Shoot the king! »?
The scum is here!
Don’t you hear?
Howling at the feet of your queen.
"Shoot the king! »
Rise.
Flame.
In the heart.
As strong as a million heads.
We are the Hydra.
Cause one soul in your ranks is worth a hundred in ours.
What the blacksmith swears, the blacksmith does,
And he will never back down.
You know, he never backs down!
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4. |
Les Ames Crécelles
04:01
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Et puis...
Raconte comme ça brise, parfois.
Comme ça ronge et gâche le coeur, dis...
Y’a bien mille ans que ça meurt,
Se tord de peur.
Comme ça crie, parfois,
Comme ça gronde et se contredit...
Une sombre vision de toi
Taillée dans la rumeur.
Alors, fais-en bien le deuil,
Des mots des Ames Crécelles
Qui dévorent.
Qu’elle clame haut, la sale rengaine!
Une fureur assoiffée,
Que rien n’apaise jamais vraiment.
Elle ne s’aime plus depuis longtemps, tu sais...
Que le venin des autres te porte, ma Belle,
Face à ceux qui gesticulent...
Toi, ma Belle...
Que le venin des autres t’inspire enfin!
Et que les somnambules jugent,
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en balance, putain!!
Et puis,
Raconte comme ça crâne et écrase,
Quand ça plonge dans la fureur, dis...
Ces phrases qui sous-entendent,
Qui prennent mais jamais ne rendent.
C’est la rumeur assoiffée,
Que le détail obsède toujours plus fort.
Elle n’en dort plus depuis longtemps, tu sais...
Que le venin des autres te porte, ma Belle,
Quand ça veut que tu recules…
Toi, ma Belle...
Que le venin des autres t’inspire enfin!
Et que vienne le temps de la purge,
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'en balance, putain!
Petit corps,
Plane au-dessus de tes rancunes.
Tu voles bien plus haut que la lune, n'est-ce pas?
S’en est bête à pleurer,
Mais qui te pense autrement,
N’a jamais vraiment creusé.
Laisse faire, laisse dire, laisse aller...
Et puis,
Fais ce que tu veux,
Ma belle et bonne,
Comme tu le fais déjà, dis...
Ne crains rien de personne,
Quoi qu'en aient la haine et l’envie.
Et puis tu m’as,
Ma belle et bonne,
Si tu m’accordes,
Un peu de ces miséricordes,
Tu m'as, ma chère, pour te défendre.
Laisse faire, laisse dire, laisse aller,
Il n'y a rien de meilleur.
Et puis parle-moi,
Parle-moi de toi.
Raconte ton coeur qui bat,
Je t'aime comme ça, tu sais.
Tu es toi, tu es là,
C'est bien suffisant, ma foi!
Laisse faire, laisse dire, laisse aller,
Il n'y a rien de meilleur.
Et puis, parle-moi de toi.
Il n'y a rien de meilleur.
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5. |
Your Fists on my Cheeks
05:21
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I remember the day I felt.
And the one when we met.
That first night when we melted together.
But I have no regrets.
That time when you said the words
That exploded inside my chest.
And maybe it wasn’t all your fault,
Cause I wasn't really myself.
And then, I’ve become so clumsy,
I run into so many walls, so many lampposts,
And fall down so many stairs.
Maybe it's because of this feeling with you...
As though I’m somebody, at last,
But I don't see myself becoming weak.
And I am so thankful.
Cause I guess I am so happy.
But when you’re in love,
You don't see the price
That it's gonna cost you.
But I won’t find someone better than you.
And even if,
Your voice is less melodious, some days...
I stay.
And then,
You made me feel,
Your fists on my cheeks, that night.
But I want to believe in it.
I need it so much.
For I believe I'm not strong.
For I believe I’m so happy.
Despite this pressure
That’s growing behind my smile.
No one asks any questions, anyway.
And you told me,
You wouldn’t do it again...
You swore!
But if you want to hang me from a tree,
You can hang me from a tree,
Cause I'm ready to die, Honey...
But I need more broken arms,
More needles, more scars,
Before I realize,
That something's wrong,
That maybe, I am not so happy.
But I can’t stand all alone.
No one asks any questions, anyway.
And I’m always wondering
How this day’s going to end, Honey,
And If you’re going to make me feel,
Your fists on my cheeks, tonight.
Will you make me feel
Your fists on my cheeks, tonight?
But I feel so lucky, you know,
Because once,
You did this little thing,
That made me very angry.
And I began to realize
How many heads I could raise.
But how long will it take
Before beginning to react?
But I swear to you...
One day, I'll hang you from a tree.
I swear, I'll hang you from a tree,
Cause I don't want to die, Honey...
And I could make you feel
My fists on your cheeks, tonight...
But now, comes the time of rebirth,
The time when holy wrath reigns.
Now comes the time for sabotage!
I declare:
I'm not a warrior anymore.
I have no more wars to win.
I don't have to deal with your weakness anymore.
I'm laying down the weapons.
I declare:
I wish to haunt your nights.
I wish to become your biggest fright.
I'm not a warrior anymore.
I have no more wars to win, honey.
And now comes the revenge!
And I'm gonna make you feel
My fists on your cheeks, tonight...
I'm gonna hang you from a tree,
You'll never make me die, Honey...
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6. |
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Will you remember me?
I feel better now!
Who's the boss?
Just, say it!
Give me the night,
All the dark places,
And I’ll take care of the meetings...
Show me your smile,
The way you move in the silence,
Cause it gives me a thrill.
And if you're nice,
I'll keep your lips,
To remind me of how delicious you were.
Your skin makes me wanna hunt.
Come closer…
"Pleased to meet you, Dear..."
I have a big appetite,
And I’ll never be satisfied, Honey,
As long as you can hold your breath,
Stand my touch.
So tell me, Baby...
Will you remember me?
I feel better now!
Who's the boss?
Just, say it!
A brighter smile for a better life.
The tension when I show my calling cards.
God knows the despair of my soul,
The weight of their bones,
When I try to fall asleep..
A charming knight, a charming knife,
The price of my suit where they bleed, sometimes.
God knows the despair of my soul,
The weight of their bones,
But how I love it..
And you must be so tasty
With a glass of champagne!
If I could eat your ears, and rape your brain!
You'd be so lovely in my plastic bags.
Let me play, let me play!
A brighter smile for a better life
The tension when I show my calling cards.
God knows the despair of my soul,
The weight of their bones,
When I try to fall asleep..
A charming knight, a charming knife,
The price of my suit where they bleed, sometimes.
God knows the despair of my soul,
The weight of their bones,
But how I love it..
Because I love it...
You know,
When I make them strike the pose,
God can't stop me.
You know,
That's the way it is,
God won't save me.
God won't save me...
I feel better now!
Pleased to meet you, Dear.
I think you will never forget my face, Dear…
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7. |
The Biggest Wiz
04:00
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Don't you know I've got time under my skin.
That's why I clap my hands, always on the beat.
I inhale the Now,
Shoot down the Next.
Winning without cheating, always...
Don't you know I'm on time from night till morning,
I'm the tic-tic-tac, and the clic-clic-clac.
I'm breathing, I'm floating...
I promise, I never touch,
Until that day when you'll suffocate,
I’ll whisper...
It's too late, old coward!
Cause I'm juste passing by forever.
I get you in line,
Always.
It's as a kind of a law,
I can turn off the lights.
Move forward or move back,
I'm still the biggest wiz!
And it's a fucking good job
To watch you running around.
Fucking awesome how you drive at it.
Who do you think you are to defy my tic-tic-tac?
Who do you think you'll be the day I'll whisper...
It's too late...
Cause I'm juste passing by forever.
Slow.
Go slow.
It's when you run too fast
That you dry the flow.
Go.
Let it go.
Don't compete with me,
I'm the boss of your show, you know...
And it's always too late for something,
And you'll never see me coming.
Bless your regrets,
They mean, you live for real,
And let things come and go, Darling...
I'm the wave that you can't escape.
The dance that never ends.
I'm your clock that is ticking.
I'm the one who never fails,
The eternity with me,
And your clock in my hands...
Don't you know I've got time under my skin.
That's why I clap my hands, always on the beat.
And it's a fucking good job
To watch you running around.
Fucking awesome how you drive at it.
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8. |
La Guerre des Rois
04:01
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Je ne suis qu'un blabla difforme
Mais je dicte la conduite et inspire les pleurants.
Un ancien du fond et de la forme,
Mais la grenouille et son boeuf seront toujours bien plus parlant, tu sais.
Un flot informe de mots déformés,
Bien trop flou dans le scripte,
Bien trop bâclé, dans le dénouement.
Un lexique, en papier mâché,
Une armée de symboliques.
Mais Emma et Valjean en diront toujours bien plus sur toi, tu sais.
Les étoiles.
Le divin.
La chance.
L'élu.
Le miracle.
Les transes.
C'est moi.
Toujours..
Je fais des rimes, je rêve des choses,
Je dicte la conduite.
Je fais mine, j'impose des poses,
Et puis, j'inspire les pleurants.
Je donne le ton,
A en embraser un peuple entier,
J'en fais même plier le genou au plus grand des frères.
Je commande les géants,
Et je console la misère.
Car je suis le plus vieux de tous,
Celui qui compte et qui raconte le dogme.
Je suis bien le plus furieux de tous.
Un fond.
Trois formes.
Les mêmes bastions de la horde.
A genou,
Implorant le poème.
Des mots détournés vers le ciel,
Et direct, c’est la guerre des rois.
C’est fou,
Ce qu’on peut faire dire au soleil,
A travers la persienne.
Et toujours, toujours,
Tu crois que les étoiles,
Le divin.
La chance.
L'élu.
Le miracle.
Les transes.
C'est moi.
Toujours..
Mais moi, je voulais juste écrire une histoire.
Je voulais décrire
Ce qui touche les âmes,
Et qui pousse aux larmes.
Un truc qui claque et qui ait de la gueule,
Et puis, qui donne envie d'aimer, surtout...
Des mots, pour y croire un peu, à ce que nous sommes.
Mais toi, tu as besoin de légendes,
De glaives,
De héros hystériques, ivres de gloire.
De fièvres mystiques,
De punchlines qui sonnent,
Et puis, des « Que quelqu’un me pardonne ».
Alors...
Je peux bien bosser ma diction,
Rien y fait,
Tu sanscris tout de travers.
Tu t’emballes,
Et comme vous êtes tous experts, ça dégénère...
Bon sang,
Tout ce temps,
A me faire passer devant tant d'illustres
Qui ont gravé des mots,
Bien plus grands que les miens.
Tu t’égares, je crois...
Moi, je ne suis qu'une fable.
Garde ton calme.
A genou,
Implorant le poème.
Des mots détournés vers le ciel,
Et direct, c’est la guerre des rois.
C’est fou,
Ce qu’on peut faire dire au soleil,
A travers la persienne.
Et toujours, toujours,
Tu crois que les étoiles,
Le divin.
La chance.
L'élu.
Le miracle.
Les transes.
C'est moi.
Toujours..
Je voulais juste écrire une histoire...
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9. |
I Cannot Die
05:34
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We're the throng.
Glorious inside.
We are alive.
We cannot die.
We're the throng.
So much love inside.
Cause we are the Life.
We cannot die.
Make me shut up.
Shoot the impulse.
You can think you're God.
Think you're God.
We cannot die.
I’ll close my mouth,
But just for a while.
Tell us who we are.
Turn the hope into black.
We're still alive.
We cannot die.
Make me blind.
Make me scars.
Stop the sound.
Make me feel resigned.
I cannot die.
I can’t deny
That you get me wild.
You’ll take your time
But I’ll come back each time.
I'm still alive.
I cannot die.
Make me come here for nothing.
Change the lyrics.
Make me sleep juste a bit.
I’ll still be alive.
I will never die.
Come and change the meaning.
Push the limits.
Make me weep,
Crawl on my knees.
I’ll still be alive.
I cannot die.
I am the throng.
Anger inside.
But I am so alive.
I cannot die.
I am the throng.
Burning inside.
But I am here, now.
I cannot die.
You can say it's agressive,
A bit too offensive,
Look how we smile!
You can charge,
We're still alive.
We cannot die.
I know it's impressive,
Fucking impressive,
But where’s your child?
Watch your guys.
We cannot die.
Break my heart,
A thousand times.
Stubborn is my mind,
For I was born to shine,
Not to die.
Look into my eyes.
Tears know how to dry.
I can fall on the ground.
This ground is mine, is fucking mine.
I cannot die.
For I am eternal, fucking eternal.
I can dance with stars.
And I feel alive, feel so alive.
I cannot die.
For I am more than a soul.
When I touch the sky,
I feel alive.
I cannot die.
Cause I dance for the Forever.
I am the Together.
I'm all the Others,
Fragile and sad.
I am fine.
Mum, I am fine.
The greatest battle.
Tell me you're proud.
With me in your arms...
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10. |
The New Classics
01:34
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11. |
Despair and Die
03:44
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Play with the man.
Be the first.
Don’t ever give a damn,
‘Cause your words,
They never count for real.
Anyway.
Lead the game.
Take the third.
Don’t ever give a damn,
‘Cause your words,
They say: ”Die or live”.
Anyway.
Don’t forget to cry.
Don’t forget to play pray out loud.
Before voices shout: “Despair & die”.
Oh, oh, oh . . . .
Lead the men.
To the third.
Don’t ever give a damn.
‘Cause bad is the world
And you were born so sick, `
Anyway.
Play the game.
Be the first.
Don’t ever give a damn
I know why you hurt.
Life made you so weak.
So wicked.
Don’t forget to cry.
Don’t forget to play pray out loud.
Before voices shout: “Despair & die”.
Oh, oh, oh . . . .
A horse
Your kingdom for a horse.
You know that wrong hath but wrong, my Lord.
A dog
An ugly mama’s dog.
You’ll go exactly as you’ve come.
You should have held your tongue.
Oh, oh, oh…
You’ll go exactly as you’ve come, my Lord.
Don’t forget to cry.
Don’t forget to play pray out loud.
And despair & die!
My Lord.
Oh, oh, oh . . . .
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12. |
Winston & Julia
06:22
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Keep close,
And remember me.
If you can, my love.
Your touch,
Such an amazing thing;
Make me stay, for more.
Cause your taste, in my mouth . . .
It’s so good to kiss.
It’s so good to be with you, honey.
In your arms, like a strange something . . .
And it makes me feel that
I
t’s so good to live,
It’s so good to be with you, honey.
But forgive me,
‘Cause when rats eat my head,
Suddenly I’m not really myself anymore.
Since that day when you touched my hand,
Something grows, and it grows and it grows.
If I could just freeze time,
With us inside,
I know it, baby,
You’d never forget me.
Talk to me again
About this space between my lips and your tongue,
Like a kind of golden country.
And as long as we don’t turn our backs on each other,
There will be nothing than your eyes in front of mine.
Talk to me again
About this space between you and me,
‘Cause we’re so close to this fucking end.
And as long as we don’t turn our backs on each other,
There will only be the sky in front of us.
It’s not that I hate my cage,
I hide my rage,
It’s not that I’m tired of being a slave,
But I just want to dream, baby . . .
Just dream once, baby,
And breathe.
Just breathe.
Come and breathe with me.
But when I look into your eyes,
I’m coming.
It makes me feel so strong,
Feels like getting out of the ghetto.
You sleep in my arms,
I’m falling.
It makes me feel so young,
Feels like getting out of the ghetto.
‘Cause with you, I’m dreaming.
I’m dreaming that I breathe.
But when I look into your eyes,
I’m coming
I forget everything,
We’re already dead, anyway.
You sleep in my arms,
I’m falling,
I forget everything,
We’re already dead, anyway.
And this something I have to hide,
It could make me almost happy.
Nothing’s better than you and I.
Nothing’s better than your body on mine.
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LNH (La Nébuleuse d'HIMA) IDF, France
Created in 2011, LNH has always focused on mixing different musical genres.
As each song is composed and produced
by different artists, the EP offers the group the possibility of embracing a common style, inspired by heavy metal music, but also hip-hop, pop, lyric-based songs… at the will of the group’s desires and collaborations.
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