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Lisa

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Chanson : The Bronx ( Knifeman )

I wanna be original
I wanna be surrounded by art.
But everything is digital
the formulas are fallin' apart.
They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share.
Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we can't bare?

But out here on the borderline
you've got to hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication
you've been condemned by your dreams.

Is it as bad as it seems?
And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Do you wanna feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out?
We're divided it seems.
This is a diary of life in between.
This is a obese and obscene it seems.
This isn't music it's a pyramid scheme.
Oh...

And out here on the borderline
you've gotta hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication
you've been condemned by your dreams
And out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever!
You'll all be dead if this machine
turns art into routine.

Thieves have taken the crown
melted it down,
kept an ear to the ground
now they're praying for sound.

And I don't know what's found.
'Cause we used to be gifted
and persistent.
Now we're bored, reminiscent.
We used to laugh without misery
spoon-fed our desire
We've lost our fire!

And now they won't remember our names.
Our days are mixed in the crowd
and our nights spent fanning the flames

But out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication
you've been condemned by your dreams.
But oh...out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever!
You'll all be dead if this machine
turns art into a routine.

(Dead and gone, dead and gone)
Thieves have taken the crown.
(Dead and gone, dead and gone)
And have melted it down.
(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone)
Thieves have taken the crown.
(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone)
And now they're praying for sound.

« Mieux que la drogue, mieux que l'héro, mieux que la dope, coke, crack, fitj, joint, shit, shoot, sniff, pet, ganja, Marie-Jeanne, cannabis, beuh, peyotl, buvard, acide, LSD, extasie... Mieux que le sexe, mieux que la fellation, 69, partouse, masturbation, tantrisme, kama-sutra, brouette thaïlandaise, mieux que le Nutella au beurre de cacahouètes, et le milk-shake banane, mieux que toutes les trilogies de Georges Lucas, l'intégrale des Muppets show, la fin de "2001"... Mieux que le déhanché d'Emma Peel, Marylin, la Schtroumfette, Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell et le grain de beauté de Cindy Crowford, mieux que la face B d'Abbey Road, les solos d'Hendrix. Mieux que le petit pas de Neil Armstrong sur la lune, le Space Mountain, la ronde du Père Noël, la fortune de Bill Gates, Mieux que les transes du Dalaï Lama, les NDE, la résurrection de Lazare, toutes les piquouzes de testostérone de Schwarzie et le collagène dans les lèvres de Pamela Anderson, mieux que Woodstock et les rave-party, mieux que la défonce de Sade, Rimbaud, Morisson et Castaneda.. »

Lisa
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# Postato sabato 31 ottobre 2009 09:23

Modificato domenica 08 novembre 2009 07:42

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