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Moaner
04:47
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Trash your creative ego, let it burn…
We’re so proud of you !
Dump this depressed friend who drags you down.
We’re so proud of you !
Still in bed you dumb millennial ?!
Are you proud of you ?
How come you are such a moaner now ?
We were proud of you…
In the old days...
Mama’s cooked you fish fingers with fries
Cause she’s proud of you
How come you are such a moaner now ?
We were proud of you…
…In the old days…
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2. |
Tom Cat
03:14
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I don't have opinions
My mind's a straight one
i don't even trust my feelings
I'm of no value
You're a second choice, and nobody wants you...
You're trying so hard to be someone you're not...
You're such a waste...
You're such a waste...
I don't have opinions
My mind's a straight one
i don't even trust my thinkings
I'm of no value
You're a second choice, and nobody wants you...
You're trying so hard to be someone you're not...
You're such a waste...
You're such a waste...
And now that the tomcat has purged
His mind is at rest
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3. |
Fakir
06:02
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Now you're stuck with me in limbo !
Take a number, get in line
I'll absorb your opinions
And pretend your thoughts were mine
Greasy food and porn
Here's your medication
I'll make you dance
Like an indian cobra...
I am your fakir
One more cup of Saint John's wort tea
Then i can get out of bed
Purple spots on turquoise mushrooms
Now i must clean up my mess...
Greasy food is porn
Your shopping mall is your home
I'll put you in a trance
Like a true believer...
I am your fakir
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4. |
Jane Mary
05:10
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I'm nervous, i'm nervous, i'm nervous
She made a fuss, i made a fuss, we made a fuss
There's no bliss, we feign sleep
There's no bliss, we feign sleep...
Heal me Jane Mary...
She fucked up everything
I fucked up everything
She fucked up everything
I fucked up everything...
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5. |
Black Robes (album mix)
04:45
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When crawlers need their dope you'd better serve them fast
Sugary meat and bones, one big bite and they're fried
Don't let your lips get dry, vanilla scented balm
You touch but cannot kiss, we don't play groom and bride
Oh no...
Hey Lucifer !
My soul is yours !
I'll never find peace...
...In Black Robes
I used to be an overly inquisitive child
Now i'm a pathetic guy with a wandering eye
You'll never find out the disgusting things i hide
There's only shameful shapes beneath this robe of mine
Oh no...
Hey Lucifer !
My soul is yours !
I'll never find peace...
...In Black Robes
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6. |
Sun Dog
05:38
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He's of the privileged race
He conquers and devastes
He loves to play
With himself
And when a sacrifice is made
It only fuels his hate
Wood to feed
the furnace...
And you'll never find a cure
For your idleness's too pure
One more sigh and he will rise
Never look him in the eyes
He's a sun dog
A sun dog
He's from a cosy place
Where there's no human race
He came to me
As a friend
An angel as he said
And "Satan" is his name
Wood to feed
The furnace...
And you'll never find a cure
For your idleness's too pure
One more sigh and he will rise
Never look him in the eyes
He's a sun dog
A sun dog
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7. |
Livyatan (album mix)
04:29
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They have a god that provides instant oblivion
Put down your bows and your spears, they have already won...
We are not grown ups
We are not grown ups
We are not grown ups
We have all grown up
in Dunwich
Dunwich
I'll stay an ignoramus, from the cradle to the grave
Livyatan Melvillei, devoured all the whales
We are not grown ups
We are not grown ups
We are not grown ups
We have all grown up
in Dunwich
Dunwich
We're Satan's Siblings...
Satan's Siblings...
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8. |
Frog Love Foam
05:37
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I’ll drag you to the bottom
Where fishes lay their turds
We’ll pet salmon alevins
And make them our chums
Warmed up macaroni
Leftovers for the birds
Some thoughts atrocities
are better left unheard
My priestess, my pride…
My dear satanic bride !
you don’t have a clue…
you don’t have a clue…
In joy for no reason
I've never felt so dumb
In boiling salted water
It's painless, they go numb
My priestess, my pride…
My dear satanic bride !
you don’t have a clue
you don’t have a clue
The plague dogs surround me now...
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9. |
In a Barn
03:35
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You're in a barn
Having a barn dance
Repeating this axiom
This reassuring lie
You're in a barn
Having a barn dance
Repeating this axiom
This reassuring lie
Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage !
Old and grey...
Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage !
Come what may...
You're in a barn
Having a barn dance
Repeating this axiom
This reassuring lie
You're in her barn
Having a barn dance
You don't really love her
You're preaching a lie
Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage !
Old and grey...
Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage !
Come what may...
We'll never be creative
We're a bunch of reactionnaries
Slaving for privileges
We, the sons of meritocracy
Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage !
Old and grey...
Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage !
Come what may...
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10. |
Charioteer
05:13
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Leave the race
Free your horses
Just one whiff
Let me regress…
Charioteer...
I will gorge
on nostalgia
Till my thoughts
Taste like old farts…
Charioteer...
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