1. |
Like a Wave
04:38
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What kind o’ man
Stil understands
The power of the trigger ?
Are we quite ingenuous
When we know the rules ?
They keep on feedin’ the business
And promisin’ mules.
Chorus :
The World’s changing too slow,
Is there anything else to know ?
The World’s changing too slow,
He told me so, told me so…
They want us bound
To The Market, brother,
Down on the ground
As a slave, as a soldier.
Sometimes it’s a hard work
To free ourselves,
With the keys in the murk
Amongst a billion shelves.
Chorus :
The World’s changing too slow,
Is there anything else to know ?
The World’s changing too slow,
He told me so, told me so…
Break :
And it rolls like a wave,
Straight away from the shore,
One should be brave,
To leave an open door
What kind o’ man
Stil understands
The power of the trigger ?
Are we quite ingenuous
When we know the rules ?
They keep on feedin’ the business
And promisin’ mules.
Chorus :
The World’s changing too slow,
Is there anything else to know ?
The World’s changing too slow,
He told me so, told me so…
Break :
And it rolls like a wave,
Straight away from the shore,
One should be brave,
To leave an open door
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2. |
Leon
02:54
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My name is Leon, I am a Lion,
And everyday I keep being strong.
My name is Leon, typical Lion,
Anyone can see where I belong.
I am simply doing the best I can to be and live,
I just follow the steps that make us all so naive.
My name is Leon, I am a Lion,
Everything I do cannot be wrong.
My name is Leon, typical Lion,
Fancy joining in my song.
I am simply doing my part in a world of kings,
Simply being part of the grand scheme of things,
of what mother na-ture brings,
the rivers and the springs,
colors of the skins,
sweet beating wings,
a nightin-gale sings,
a happy mon-key swings,
from the top of tree limbs…
I am…
I just…
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3. |
No
02:59
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No A, no D, no S, it’s true
You can call me dreary if you want to
You can call me weird if it pleases you
Verse :
We'll have a glass one of these days
Like I’m used to with my homeys
But tomorrow still got some work (bis)
We'll light it up maybe some evening
Like I’m used to when my day's done
But right now I got to run (bis)
Chorus :
No A, no D, no S, it’s true
You can call me dreary if you want to
You can call me weird if it pleases you
Verse :
We'll maybe jam some night
Like I used to when I had true loving
But tonight I have to sing (bis)
Outro :
He’s a little lamb with an old dog’s soul,
Who loves his own from his cosy hole
The world, the sun and stars and all
The world, the sun and stars and all
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4. |
Don't Let Us Get Sick
03:40
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Don't let us get sick, don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave and make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
The sky was on fire when I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends and the troubles they've had
To keep me from thinking of mine
Don't let us get sick, don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave and make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
The moon has a face and it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in time
I'm lucky to be here with someone I like
Who makes my spirit to shine
Don't let us get sick, don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave and make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
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5. |
The Dusk
04:38
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Little magic, little spark,
little birdie, little lark...
Wasn’t free, wasn’t ready…
Reach the stars, one-track mind,
Took a wrong way to the sky,
The burning Sun left you blind.
And a gravestone to remind me… I ain’t seen…
The dusk, the dusk, that dusk in your eyes.
The dusk, the dusk, in your eyes.
The dusk, the dusk, that dusk in your eyes.
The dusk, the dusk, in your eyes.
(I) should have told ya, (but I) held my breath,
That big jerk turned you deaf.
The burning Sun left you blind.
And a gravestone to bind me… I ain’t seen…
The dusk, the dusk, that dusk in your eyes.
The dusk, the dusk, in your eyes.
The dusk, the dusk, that dusk in your eyes.
The dusk, the dusk, in your eyes.
Little magic, little spark,
little birdie, little lark...
Wasn’t free, wasn’t ready…
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Ray Is France
One can find 15 years of roads, tours, tons of decibels, miles of bar counters and lotta bundles of guitar strings in his suitcases. He wants to return to his first affinities, "Folk". Americana, Bluegrass, Picking, Ragtime, indie, Folk songs which are sometimes Protests ; at 40, it's time for the man and his guitar, preferably unplugged. ... more
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