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All The Whales Coming To Shore Are Sick
How many colors are there to see? How many?
Are you afraid of red, yellow and blue?
Don’t tell me you don’t know, don’t tell me you forgot
Just asking are we coming from or going to?
All the whales coming to shore are sick
We should let it go and not say anything?
And we are sweeping filth in the street
Asking ourselves was it really all true?
Where do you feel that in your body?
As long as you run you’re happy
Too many math puzzles already
What is there to say or see or do?
How many colors are there to see? How many?
Are you afraid of red, yellow and blue?
Who? Tell me who, who’s afraid?
We are the same, all the same and all affected
We want an answer as promptly as possible
An answer that is fine or maybe of some complexity
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All Fun And Games
03:47
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All Fun And Games
It was all fun and games
In the summer of 79
Graffiti and lipstick designs
Sneakers dangling over electric wires
It was all fun and games
Hangin’ around that street corner
Suzy was so pretty in her David Bowie tee
Showing strangers how big her muscles were
Police said we were drunk
People said we were shouting something
One source said shots were fired
People asked why do they fight if not for fun?
It was all fun and games
On the monday of 9th of july
The town stanked from the smell of pop corn
The car fumes and the tobacco smoke
It was all fun and games
Until Johnny lost his eye
There wasn’t a bad thing in his body
Except that little bullet
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This Song Needs No Title
02:31
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This Song Needs No Title
Are you glad you are you and not anybody else?
Blood burning
Brain beating
Have you walked too far from the street?
No mask no gloves no nothing
Picture postcards bizarre notions
All the monkeys in the zoo
Milk bottles petrol bombs
Just don’t know what we gonna do
What fools we have been
Watch the mess we‘ve made of everything
And we just can’t shake our yesterdays
And we just can’t shake our yesterdays
Picture postcards bizarre notions
All the monkeys in the zoo
Milk bottles petrol bombs
Just don’t know what we gonna do
I don’t have the words, well, not your kind of words
Yes, I have no rhymes and I can’t get any
Beat the drums blow the bugles
I guess this song needs no title
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Oh Baby, Let’s Beat The Birds
We two together
Let us take higher
We two together
In one feather
Oh baby, let’s beat the birds
Oh baby, let’s beat the birds
All right we two
Let’s make it to be true
Through the acid rain
To the sky blue
Oh baby, let’s beat the birds
Oh baby, let’s beat the birds
Well, here we are
Below the storm
Beneath the clouds
Do you think there will be a war?
Oh baby...
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What The Boys Mean When They Say « Oh Yeah »?
What songs the sirens sang?
What’s the secret behind a string guitar twang?
Is it the sweaping or is it the slang?
What the boys mean when they say «Oh Yeah»?
Because you like to listen to the radio
Because you like to go to the disco
Because it’s all you want to know
What the boys mean when they say «Oh Yeah»?
It feels like it’s alive
You haven’t always got a guitar in your hand ; now, have you?
Oh feeling, feeling like you do
How many kisses will she give you?
What the boys mean when they say «Oh Yeah»?
Doing something else, something of your own
Some boys go about with nothing
Some say this and some say that
What the boys mean when they say «Oh Yeah»?
It feels like it’s alive
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BULLSHIT
01:50
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Bullshit
Bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit!
I always vote for the best man
The one who always starts by «to be honest»
No more problems of economics
No more problems of politics
Bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit!
Oh bullshit
I always vote for the best man
We pay taxes, don’t we ?
I always vote for the best man
The one who can help to make a tree
Oh you love jam...
I always vote for the best man
No more problems of social relations
I always vote for the best man
No more problems of the proper use of leisure time
Bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit!
I always vote for the best man
The one who always start by «to be honest»
Now my problem is what to do with life
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Hey Fishes!
05:38
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Hey Fishes!
Hey fishes ! There’s a world above the sea,
A world above the sea, a world above the sea
And in this world we got point of views to stand by
And many angles to consider
We got enough to eat, a place to sleep
And so many things we can’t remember
Hey hey fishes!
Hey fishes! There’s a world above the sea,
A world above the sea, and a people of plenty
Hey fishes, what does it takes to make you happy?
Bicycle, jazz or may be a drop of whiskey?
But I guess this song is not the place
For such a philosophical discussion
Hey hey fishes!
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Because We Smell As Well As We See
Because we smell as well as we see
Because of some complex chemistry
Six million head roses in agony
It could be the last sniff for you and me
Because we smell as well as we see
Look at me and tell me why, daddy
Micro micro microcurrie
How much is a tiny quantity?
Because we smell as well as we see
Because we smell as well as we see
Because we smell as well as we see
Come back, Mary! Don’t you want your tea!
No dog’s body!
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Stinky Sneakers
05:19
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Stinky Sneakers
Stinky!
Grimy!
Dirty!
Smelly!
I ‘m a new kid now, I ain’t no snail
I ‘m a stomach and I am legs
Twist turns starts and stop
I walk down the street and bop to the beat
Got my grimy got my dirty
Stinky sneakers
Walking around the holes in the sidewalk
I’ve nothing to do but to walk and walk faster
A question in my head I keep asking myself
Wich one of my feet walks faster than the other
Got my grimy got my dirty
Stinky sneakers
I like the shoes on me
Oh mama can’t you see
Boy oh boy i can really run
Rats cats bugs and bats
I just want to shine a little bit in the sun
Dust steel bricks and glass
Got my grimy got my dirty...
I just can’t live without
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10. |
Speed Isn't Everything
03:39
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Speed Isn’t Everything
(For Noé and Valérie)
I saw a boy with a funny smile
Spreading a little sunshine all along his way
When in the street people pass by
And they do not give a shit
A chromosome mixup and a bucket hat
Walking around the world that he was born in
Each step so pimp, each slow
Making his very funny bow
Just like any other little boy
Bad or sad or glad or shy or strong
I saw a boy with a funny smile
With slow steps and a wondering mind
Each step so slow, so pimp so slow
Making his very funny bow
A chromosome mixup and a bucket hat
Walking around the world that he was born in
Just like any other little boy
Bad or sad or glad or shy or strong
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The Buxom Blade France
ALAIN: Guitars and keyboards
BEN: Vocals and Guitars
BLUTCH: Guitars and background vocals
JEFF: Drums, bongos and background vocals
OREL: Bass and background vocals
www.beast-records.com
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