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Pa'iPa'i
04:35
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Last night in the mountain a hundred voices whispered,
Floating in the wind, words that I’ve never heard before.
It wasn’t a simple earthquake yesterday morning.
I’m afraid they lied about everything.
The seeds in the field are special.
This plant over there aren’t like the others.
I think I just saw a boy emerging from the ground.
Were they born here?
Grew up in the soil ?
Raised in the darkness
Waiting ?
A cloud, a rain, a cloud, a rain,
A cloud, a rain in my zone…
Many many roads but which way do I go now ?
I saw the sun, deep, deep in the soil
and a rose, rose, rose.
Raised with the others
Following the road
Going to the cliff
To be eaten by the eels
I’m not like the others
Jumping in a hole
Fighting in their wars
Fulfilling their goal
Man now dance.
Foot is a root.
Arm a branch.
Soul is a fruit
Were we born here?
Grew up in the soil ?
Raised in the darkness
Waiting ?
Waiting for a cloud a rain is all
I do while I’m hanging in my zone
Among the stones a plant a loner
And the rocks around me built a wall
Dig my head above the earth
Spit the dirt out of my mouth
Sweep the dust out of my sight
Had a vision: my homicide
In pollution, by pollution
With pollution, air is wicked
Then I close my eyes and I see
Illusions in illusions
And with confusion open them
Head spinning up and down
In the mud in open air
Take a whiff of cyanide
Head spinning left and right
I don’t know where to go
It’s giving me the vertigo.
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2. |
Le Jeune
03:59
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Breathing the air, liquid Look at this world, wicked
Above is under
Running over the
Womb of my mother Tombs of my fathers
ask myself so many questions i can’t find the reason
red light at sunset
the changing of seasons where is this island
that looks like a prison
Breathing the air, liquid Look at this world, wicked
Above is under
Running over the
Womb of my mother Tombs of my fathers
(Days, turning over to night Shade, allways over the light Striking the rythm )
Running away
Your worries are burning through fire Running away
Memories are burning through fire
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3. |
Hahe
05:00
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Sun turns my body,
sun turns my body,
sun turns my body..
He’s looking down on me, spreading all his light. He burns my hair, burns my skin,
burns my hair, burns my skin,
burnsmy hair, burns my skin.
Even the night I feel the heat...
It slowly consumes my mind.
Sun makes my eyes bleed. Sun makes me blind.
Sun makes me love the dark and all the coldest places. It slowly consumes my mind.
I’m a fire head man X 4
(Winter in summer Nigh in haze Counting hours Days after days Making it raining Evaporating
again and again my heart is aching)
Pont
Can you cry for me?
I just need somme tears drops. Can you cry for me?
Put the flames out.
Sun strokes my body.
He’s making my head spin, spreading all his light.
He burns my heart, boils my blood, burns my heart, boils my blood.. burns my heart, boils my blood, Even the night I feel the heat...
It slowly consumes my mind.
I’m a fire head man X 4 (Winter in summer Nigh in haze
Counting hours
Days after days Making it raining Evaporating
again and again my heart is aching)
CLOUDS BLINDING MY EYES
AFTER THE NIGHT IN THE MORNING I RISE STARS IN YOUR EYES
IN THE SKY VANISHING
AS MY PRIDE IS HURTING FROM JEALOUSY
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4. |
Bolero
04:02
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AIN’T NO COP IN THE RADAR
I FOLLOW NO LEADER
MAMA RAISED A HELL RAISER
I BUY DRUG TO DEALERS
THEN I GUESS I’M A LONER
JUST DRINKING TEQUILA
BEING THE STORY TELLER
THE VICTIM THE KILLER
WANT TO BE RICHER
EIGHT ON THE RICHTER SCALE
UPON DIRECTOR
WANT TO BE HIGHER
HATE TO DESIRE
THEN I’M A LIAR
THEY TOLD ME :
"MISTER, WHY YOU MESS UP?
WAS IT A DELIBERATE ACT?
NOT TO FIT IN THE SYSTEM
NOT TO FIT IN A PLACE
NOT IN THIS * SYSTEM
NOT TO FIT IN A CASE
MAN, BEST ATTACK IS THE DEFENSE
BETTER THAN A PUNCH IN THE FACE
MAN, STAB MYSELF IN THE LIVER
IF I WANT TO BE DELIVERED
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15 15 Paris, France
Weaving between R&B, futuristic electronic explorations and blends of dancehall, the parisian based collective have created a distinct and singular sonic language that matches the uniqueness of their own rituals and mythologies.
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