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For God's Sake
04:03
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What's the point in crying
It won't go away
Any quicker
Than it came
What's the point in praying
To save the day
The real answer
Lies in all of us
I asked God what I should do
And I got this only reply for you
I cried out for God's sake 'what should I do?'
I didn't get any reply at all that's true
What's the point in denying
It hurts like hell
Time is a healer
Well not for me
What's the point in shouting
Nobody listens
The change
Lies in all of us
I asked God what He would do
And I got this only reply for you
Only silence and doubt I knew
After I shouted for God's sake what to do!
I asked myself what I should do
And I got this simple reply for you
I asked myself what to do
So I picked up my guitar and wrote this song for you
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Quarantaine
05:48
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J'ai beau essayé tant bien que mal de voler
Je vois que ce n'est pas la peine d'espérer
So I walk along the street, all I do is daydreaming
J'aime aussi de temps en temps me projeter
Dans un avenir sain où il fait bon de respirer
So I walk among the trees, all I know is daydreaming
Je donne un grand coup de battement d'ailes pour m'élever vers le ciel
Et rejoindre les oiseaux par la voie des airs aspiré comme dans un rêve
La vie me donne un coup dans le derrière pour remettre les pieds sur terre
Hélas j'approche vite de la quarantaine et c'est bien cela qui me gène
Je me souviens de ces voyages du passé
Dans le transSibérien, plein de monde, d'amitiés
So I walk to the station, empty, all I do is daydreaming
Je souhaite un jour repartir au loin, voguer
Sur la mer bleu des Hébrides en voilier
So I walk along the sea, all I know is daydreaming
Je donne un grand coup de battement d'ailes pour m'élever dans le ciel
Et imiter les oiseaux par la voix, des airs inspirés par mes rêves
La vie donne un coup de pieds dans le derrière pour remettre les idées claires
Hélas la terre entière est en quarantaine et c'est bien cela le problème
Je veux bien croire que la vie va continuer
Mais j'ai du mal aujourd'hui car tout est à l'arrêt
So I walk home and sit, everybody is daydreaming
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3. |
Consumed
04:39
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I was already seventeen when I started plucking the guitar string
To follow in the steps of many other men
Who much later consumed themselves to a certain death
It’s not all about sea, sex, and sun when you get nothing in return
I’m sick of this atmosphere, ever in restrain,
A strong feeling tells me I need to sort out my shit again
Can’t you see that all we care is consuming all the earth's wealth?
Can’t you see that all we share is our humanity and it’s going to waste?
Not in my name, not in my name but still I fornicate
Again and again
Again and again
Why should I travel the world I’d rather trip on LCD screen at home
And what if I’m gaming all day long, does it make me a freak or someone connected to the new social form?
I’ve got nowhere else to go, nowhere to be seen, and no problems to solve
We used to walk the earth not anymore, farewell my friends it’s time for me to answer the call of my ancestors
Can’t you see that all we care is consuming all the earth's wealth?
Can’t you see that all we share is our humanity and it’s going to waste?
Not in my name, not in my name but still I fornicate
Again and again
Again and again
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4. |
From Many To None
05:03
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I'm a wanderer in a wasteland,
A no-man's land / Man-made hell of ashes and sand.
I'm a sinner in an empty bed,
All my lovers and followers are gone, dead
It’s hard to master our Soil & Soul
When the economy is out of control
From the many to the few, from one to none
I'm an orphan in a foreign land,
A divided kingdom blinded by its own legend
I'm an infant born to be manipulated
Entangled in webs of endless deceit
Our illusion is Infinite growth
Our extinction is just a second thought
From the many to a few, from one to none
We will see who will be the last one laughing
We will see who will be the last one standing
We will see if will be the last one laughing
We will see if will be the last one standing
Ahah Ahah Ahah
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5. |
The Good Old Days
04:30
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You start thinking of the good old days
When you were young and free, nothing stays
The way they were neither do you I’m afraid
Is it the person you miss the most
Or the time when you were in love, or both?
The memory kicks in and you go down a rabbit hole
You thought for so long to see me again
But you gave up the idea in the end
You thought for so long we could meet again
But it was a bad idea, my dear friend
I started thinking of the good old days
As I had nothing to do or little anyway
I put some music on and that’s me going for the day
What was unique, the time or the person?
The moment was perfect but life feels wrong
I wanted to ask you so many more questions
I thought for so long to see you again
But I gave up the idea in the end
I thought for so long we could meet again
But it was a bad idea, my old friend
I guess I’m not so sure about anything anymore x2
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6. |
A Field With Long Grass
04:04
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Where is that field you’re talking about?
The one in your dream you had last night
I came to this place to see you there
It seems in the end there was no one else
You can write and rewrite things out
But all is written on the skin and in the eyes
In the tears and laughs we all have
You will read the story of one-man's life
Again and again the clock goes
And a short time is all we have got
Again and again the doors close
Leaving things beyond, in the unknown
What triggers a dream, could you reply
With a simple answer? I don’t deny
While I just keep walking on my own path
I’m someone that can get lost in the past
Beforehand it all collapse
Old letters await
In a field with long grass,
Where our kisses met.
I just made that last part up,
As I haven’t been there yet.
Again and again the clock goes
And a short time is all we have got
Again and again the doors close
Leaving things beyond, in the unknown
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7. |
Hivernal
04:05
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Passé l’hiver seul ne me dit rien qui vaille
Pas la peine d’exister dans le froid, ça caille.
On se fout en l’air, de partout c’est la pagaille.
On dirait bien que la peur a remporté la médaille.
Oh mon amour ou es tu, je me cherche ?
Oh mon amour, j’ai besoin que l’on m’aime
Intéressé par tout mais n’ayant rien eu en retour
Il faut dire que souvent j’ai fait bien des détours
Et quand le moment vient je pars comme toujours
Je me demande enfin quand viendra mon tour.
Oh mon amour ou es tu, je te cherche ?
Oh mon amour, j’ai besoin que l’on s’aime
J’ai mis en place un heureux stratagème
Pour que l’on crée ensemble une nouvelle ère
Mais petit à petit je me paume dans ce beau rêve
Je perds les pédales et je me vautre dans l’herbe.
Oh mon amour ou es tu, je te cherche ?
Oh mon amour, j’ai besoin que tu m’aimes
Je suis par toi content d’être sur terre
Et il m’est si difficile de faire taire
L’envi d ‘être amoureux, d’aller tous les deux voir la mer
Plonger dans tes bras et mouille tes jolies lèvres.
Oh mon amour ou es tu, tu te cherche ?
Oh mon amour, j’ai besoin que tu viennes
Oh mon amour ou es tu, je te cherche ?
Oh mon amour, j’ai besoin que tu m’aimes
Oh mon amour ou es tu, je me cherche ?
Oh mon amour, j’ai besoin que tu restes
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8. |
A Man And A Dove
05:31
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Something is up, high in the air!
A bird unaware of a man’s struggle lying somewhere,
His freedom penned in his head.
But he cannot fall into despair
Down in the hole, to bury his soul!
Cause he cannot fly away from the pain,
High in the world, like this sweet Dove.
Quelque chose s’envole, là haut dans les airs,
Un oiseau se libère de toute substance inutile et amère
Que les hommes aiment tant à se soumettre.
Mais je ne peux pas tomber plus bas que terre
Pour creuser ma tombe et me couvrir de honte!
Oui je ne peux pas voler dans les airs,
Comme une colombe qui regarde le monde.
Do you still think I’m unaware of my own weakness?
I have to live and be compared
Everyday people oppress and get oppressed.
But I cannot fall into despair
Down in the hole, to bury my soul!
Because I cannot fly away from the pain,
High in the world, like my sweet dove.
Quelqu’un s’envole en haut dans les airs.
Un homme enfin se libère de toute substances inutile et amère
Son amour lui fait pousser des ailes!
Mais je ne veux plus le voir tomber plus bas que terre,
Pour creuser sa tombe et se couvrir de honte!
Oui je veux le voir encore voler dans les airs,
Pareil à une colombe qui survole le monde!
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Julien Pearly Dunfermline, UK
Music! The Love of my Life
Film! My Dear beloved Wife
You shall be my Muse,
Poetry
Let's meet Beyond Words
To dance an Endless Waltz
All together 1,2,3 1,2,3
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