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A Tear In My Softdrink
02:17
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There's a tear in my soft drink
Caused by nothing but a blink
Someone tried to talk to me
As silent as the wind could be
There's a song I'd like to write
There's a war I'd like to fight
Let's say that I lost my pen
My gun, my motivation. Again.
A tear in my soft drink
Caused by nothing but a blink
There's a storm in my teacup
It's late and I've to pack up
The sun lies down and so am I
I won't give another try
Let's say that I lost my mind
Can't leave anything behind
I give you everything
My voice, my gun, my self-esteem
Nothing remains
But memories and regrets
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2. |
Colder & Colder
03:59
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I would wait for hours and hours
To see the last teardrop hitting the ground
And I would walk a thousand miles
To see a smile which has been lost
Winter is cold as never before
As if time were standing still
Despite the cold wind and rain
I can't stop roaming the empty streets
When the first ray of the sun
Appears in the sky
I will not be able
To forget the nearest clouds
I would cross oceans and seas
I'm not even sure if I can swim
But there is a smile that has been lost
And I can't stop thinking of nothing else
Winter's getting colder and colder
As if time were standing still
Despite the cold wind and rain
I can't stop roaming the empty streets
And the first ray of the sun
Appears in the sky
I swear I'll try
To forget the nearest clouds
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It didn't take long for us
To realize that we had nothing to talk about anymore
It became a challenge for us
To find the words and start the conversation we were looking for
So we may have been friends in the past
But now we are strangers
We once had things in common
Things have changed and that is no longer the case
We once had dreams in common
Dreams have changed, after all, it was just a phase
So we may have been friends in the past
But now we are strangers
I won't be here to wipe your tears away
You can't count on me anymore
I'll walk by on the other side of the road
I can't count on you anymore
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4. |
Nothing More to Say
02:29
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Believe me, there's nothing more frightening
Than a ringing telephone in the middle of the night
Nothing less comforting
Than a story you can't write
Nothing more to say
Nothing more to do
Than write words that will fade away
Than look for things to hold on to
And there is plenty of things I would like to dedicate to you
Each song, each tear, each smile
Each beer I won't drink
Each fucking rhyme of each fucking line
I'll be singing until I lose my voice
I'll sing against me songs all night long
Out of tune but no one will pay attention
We all have to be strong
Dealing with facts, not fiction
Nothing more to say
Nothing more to do
Than write words that won't fade away
Than find things to hold on to
And there is plenty of things I would like to dedicate to you
Each song, each tear, each smile
Each beer I won't drink
Each fucking rhyme of each fucking line
I'll be singing until I lose my voice
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5. |
What We Stand For
02:56
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I don't know if that day will come
But don't get me wrong
I'm not waiting for it
I'm living and I'm fighting for it
I'm sure that my day will come
But don't get me wrong
I'm not waiting for it
Until that day I'll keep fighting
With all my heart
All my energy
All my friends
An organized political family
Fighting against all forms of oppression
We stand for liberation
And when that day will come
We'll be ready
Our red and black flag will fly proudly
I'm living and I'm fighting for it
I'm sure that my day will come
But don't get me wrong
I'm not afraid of dying
I'm just afraid of not trying
With all my heart
All my energy
All my friends
An organized political family
Fighting against all forms of oppression
We stand for liberation
A self-managed
A stateless
A classless society
No sacrifice's lost for a great ideal
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Dear mother,
This is just survival.
Cannot promise your children everything,
But you would lie so they can sleep tonight.
Defeat tasted nothing like you said.
Still 22 days left till the end of the world.
My legacy was making you a man
For a justice I could not change.
This is one voice not to forget;
"Fight every fight like you can win;
An iron fisted champion,
An iron willed fuck up."
Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me.
Dear shithead,
This isn't happening;
The sky is really falling,
The paint's all made of lead,
There's asbestos in the walls,
Hell's coming to rip off the doors
To your priveleged heaven.
Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look but you can't taste it.
You can reach but you'll never have it.
We are untouchable;
Untouchable is something to be.
Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me,
And you haven't given up on me,
And you haven't forgotten me...
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Flo Chmod Strasbourg, France
facebook.com/flochmodfolk
« After singing and playing in multiple punk rock bands, I
wanted to express myself, alone, how I felt, my political ideas, my disappointments in life. Most of the themes evoked in my songs are very personnal, and I couldn’t allow someone else to say these words, or to define the melody. I wanted to be able to play it as if we were talking, evrywhere."
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