1. |
Intro
02:45
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Intrumental
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2. |
Balkan Social Club
04:39
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Old lady Europe had us forgotten
Hidden behind the walls of balkan mountains
But we stayed on the chain
Keep the gas coming
Endure is not a shame
We live with no restrain at all.
They all went blind but one day they'll see
That east is still on the map.
If you ever cross the borders of madness
You'll find the Balkan Social Club.
Before the west will crumble
We wait in the sun
World is ours.
Old lady Europe
We still can be friends.
Just come and see our smiles,
Once in a while.
If you survive till nine,
You will run for a thousand,
Always at leat a roof;
If you can give a hand for all.
They all went blind but one day they'll see
That all you need is a good dentist !
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3. |
Bass With The Bass
05:05
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I am just a hobo !
Got used to play on the darkest stages
From ten to three in the night and later
A pushover for a young man but I'm sixty. Sixty !
I am just a hobo !
I can hear no sound
Smoke has made me blind
I'm finished !
Rusty strings on my bass guitar will last until
I'm death and blind.
I am just a hobo !
I harldy manage to read the scores now.
The drummer walked on my glasses last night.
I have to learn all the parts before I've gone blind.
Too blind, So sad !
I'll play music until I die on a stage
Under the lights and the smiles and say
"Goodbye my old man" and face the death.
I am just a hobo !
Time to look backward
Is there a reward for talent !
Many years to learn
No money to earn in Birdland !
Playing music down Paris and London
I'm just a jazz metal pensioner.
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4. |
Cyanide Flowers
05:34
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I am the ashcan for all of your fears
Unscratched feelings
I try to avoid this toxic relationship
I don’t want to go further anymore
It’s hard to beathe
I have to escape this toxic relationship
I am just a man
Breakable man, so frail and sensitive
Now the time has come to say
« Goodbye brittle bone desease »
You can do no harm, you can use no charm
You can bite, you can shout
You can try but you can’t reach me now
It comes to an end, you don’t understand
All you say will turn back and poison you
like Cyanide Flowers
This painful feeling I have to escape
I feel so odd
There are no pleasure I have to expect from you
The air I breathe I dunno longer care
I’m not unscathed
There was a time when the sun was brighter for me
You won’t leave a stain, I do what I can
To protect me from you
To expel and to set you aside
It comes to an end, you don’t understand
All you say will turn back and poison you
like Cyanide Flowers
I came out a little battered and bruised
I had to escape this toxic relationship
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5. |
Sleeping Masses
05:09
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The flying watches seem to cross my way
The elephants have to spread their wings
Scanning the dreams of a spannish painter
I hope to find what’s inside the clay
The bruising path is getting closer
The bruising path is getting nowhere
We did not found the roaring answer
That's what we’re searching now
I’m lost into a maze of floating ashes
And no one there
I’m lost beneath the veil of sleeping masses
I need some hope
It’s getting worse as I try to move on
The landscape has grown with no limit
I feel so sick of this heavy nightmare
I had to escape from the snakepit
Soft pictures of destruction
Just have a nice day with a silky creature
The melting pocket watches cross the sky
Welcoming the scene with a stunning pleasure
The melting pocket watches are my eyes
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6. |
Bells & Dogs
04:57
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Teach me how to destroy my reason
Teach me how to heal this strange fashion
I just need to reconcile with my nature
When you're wandering around with my pleasure
Show me how great it is to be deshumanized
Show me how great it is to be exorcized
Mr Ivan, these feelings are raping my mind
I'm haunted by all those things I left behind
The sound of it, The vision
When suddenly it happened
It got me triggered, Regulated
By my deepest fear
Repair me my dear!
Drooling bells, ringing dogs in my brain
waiting for dinner,
Oh yeah...Starving, one lover
Bells & dogs are singing in my head
Making me unfair, Aw yeah...
I'll never stop until you give me what I prefer ...
Try new bonuses on my integrity
try new ways to make me feel your pain
Try me before you buy my nature.
Before you run away with my pleasure.
Show me how it is to be pushed beyond insanity
Show me how it is to be rewarded for luxury
Mr Petrovich, you know how contitioned I can be
I'm just a process in computing misery ...
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7. |
Shuffle
05:49
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Instrumental.
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8. |
Starsheep Troopers
04:44
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Choose my side or pay the price
Nothing compels me to follow the solitude
I am whole before my crimes
I feel no guilt, nor sorrow.
I was born before the crack
Painting the seas as my new home accross the world
I am whole in many times.
Dreaming the sun and the stars.
From the point of no-return, to the definitive
Death of a lullaby
All I need is a U-Turn
Fluttering of a butterfly
I am lost in emptiness
Afraid of my lack of emotions and empathy
Starless are are my blood red eyes
Floating in forgetfulness
Don’t trust my charming smiles
I decide if you can pee
Don’t cross my burning eyes
I am so hungry
Profusion of knowledge and science
For your good
Just try to work faster and silent
Until the bell ring
Settlers everywhere
And we just killed the last whale on earth
Don’t trust my charming smiles
I decide if you can pee
Don’t cross my burning eyes
I am so angry
And you’re the one to blame
We burn every single though
We crush any resistance
Humans ready for the bow
Good dogs waiting for the bone.
I am just the only ape
Holding the power to fiercely destroy the earth
Drain the rivers, drying the lands
Kill any piece of kindness
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9. |
Hearse Accident
06:01
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You look pretty in your box
Too much damn pretty to be that cold lady,
To be that dead
We charged you in the back of your last
Abyssal-black vessel
Chrome, glitter, we even got shaved on the road
To your grave
Isn't it too bad, Hit by a drunk driver's cab ?
After having found love, even got over your rehab...
How things could be worst ?
How things could be worst ?
Smash that pedal, I’ve got to deliver faster
How things could be worst ?
Is it real, or just intox,
I heard you died the worst way
Too much pretty in that box
And now the hearse is on the way
Too much pretty in that box
And now the hearse is on the way
Sorry babe, can't feel sorry,
It's not me on the back seat
Sometimes destiny rimes with shit
At least you didn't suffer a bit...
Already half a day dropping corpses
No time to feel sorry
Half a life shoveling ashes
Damn pretty Freaking hurry
Come on, you were nobody before
No offense, no shame
Just nothing yet, same as the one before
Got to deliver faster
Is it real, or just intox,
I heard you died the worst way
Too much pretty in that box
And now the hearse is on the way
Too much pretty in that box
And now the hearse is on the way
I've got lost in thoughts
still driving, a phone call
All of the sudden, new adress, new corpse
No holy duty, only a job
sorry babe, we're just in a hurry
Got to deliver faster
Engine roaring, wheels on fire
More than an hundred miles per hour
One body to come, the previous not even out yet
But the business doesn't wait
As death convoyers, always in the rush
Bouncing beauty in coffins six feet under
How things could be worst ?
How things could be worst ?
Well, we had a hearse accident.
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10. |
Last One Standing
06:10
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Flawless drowning
Heartless slating
Lost yourself in forgiveness
Towards all the things you are.
Locked off your cowardly heart
Thoroughly veiled any scar.
A conscience tolling distress
For a dying evening star.
Belittling hope to yearning,
Staring your internal war...
One-way shedding
Last one standing
On my way to abnegate you
Lost myself in some blindness
About how mere life was vain.
Understood it was asking
About caring on the strain.
An absence tolling madness
And regrets drawn in the rain.
As an angel of wandering,
I resurrect from my pain.
Lost yourself in forgiveness
Towards all the things you are.
Locked off your cowardly heart
Thoroughly veiled any war.
A conscience tolling distress
For a dying evening star.
Belittling hope to yearning,
Staring my internal war.
Flawless drowning,
Heartless slating,
One-way shedding,
Last one standing.
At night, dreaming,
I keep thinking,
Understanding,
This is living !
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Anger In The Reward System PACA, France
Anger In The Reward System was created circa 2010 by members of two progressive rock bands, in order to stand out from progressive-ish musical formalism to a more song oriented style. The result is a mix between Rock/Metal/Jazz and Electro/Indus on steroïds ! ... more
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