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Vacuum

by Groovy Aardvark

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1.
Scrape 04:03
Make up still can’t hide The twisted misery lines Haven’t seen her around I check the word downtown Word is she at the wrong end of a fist Her old man is up to his old tricks Takes the heat when it comes down Sister why do you stick around? She says poor man needs me back Why deny all the facts? You walk, you stand And run as fast as you can You take a giant leap forward and escape From his attack He really wants you back Been stepped on, been raped Had to smile, learned how to fake I know you’re lying to yourself Everyday you stay Eats up your chances of improvement The breaks that come you will create Scraped up enough courage Decided that’s it today Must be all the prayers that your poor ma’ Has sent your way Staying with a friend in Mexico The bad thoughts you have to let ‘em go Still can't believe it all went down And ask why did I stick around I saw your man he wants you back I transmit him the facts You walked, you stood And ran as fast as you could You took a giant leap forward and escaped From his attack Ain’t never coming back Escaped from his attack You took a giant leap forward…
2.
You might not notice the difference We’ve changed with his assistance Gave us a place to breathe That could provide some peace And space to fill with our noise solution Yes noise, precious noise The crackle of amplified toys Drowning of a backbeat too that could Drive a train through you This old owner unbothered by the sound For the hell of it Rented out the ultimate playing ground For kids under the streets Who could appreciate the heat Emanating from the corridors Bands burning up in the locals Pretty soon word passed around The hottest spot in this winter town Was behind the door in the parking lot Of a building that has yet to rot Owned by a man who called it home That place looked more like sewage Fat rodents feasting on garbage Armed with our rat broom To make it to the bathroom So damn dark we’d never hit the can But all day, every day He’d clean and toil without pay He left his small house and big wife To be part of our life Took us in and we loved to hang around It was disarming as hell To know he had common ground With kids under the streets... Future was always bright Never saw you cry Didn’t get a last goodbye And that’s why! My jaw hit the paper Poor ol’ Emile was murdered Death may come when you least expect it Young man, schizophrenic In a grave motion of panic Couldn’t get worse He had finally hit the ground And put an end to his life But the story must go down To kids under the streets... Alcohol fueled mayhem Friday nights were big then Mescaline in the halls Times they were Burning Tall Through heavily sedated crowds He stood sober and proud Picking up broken glass People who fell on their ass Part of our weary past I hope his memory lasts
3.
Rowdy Road People They stop and go Not long enough to say hello They more or less take over Their immediate surroundings Rowdy Road People Stinking up their ugly vehicle Lids low, concentrating on the gas needle Another tankful Hanging on a hefty cloud of promises and hope Their legendary Six Moon Salute through the window A freak peep show A clear display of that subtle North of the border way They won’t stay more than a day But still you can’t forget the face Of these J Master Gonads Rowdy Road People Despite what they say Will scoff down any liquids that hit their way Ordinary people hope to God Their kids won’t be this way Living free, rid of doubt Loading in and out Can’t say the pay’s great But the boss is always out Permanently out
4.
Dérangeant 03:06
Ta mère te renie Ton pauvre père t’aimerait mieux disparu Tes quelques rares amis T’abandonnent comme une guenille sale C’est ben plate mais c’est normal Quand on a sorti nos lumières Su’l fond d’l’histoire, la grosse affaire C’tait pas plate, mais c’était normal De t’voir à quatre pattes déguerpir T’as fini d’profiter du peu qu’on a à offrir C’est ben plate Ton âme sale t’en donne droit T’es dérangeant J’m’assomme de questions Te sens-tu apte à la réflexion? Non? Mais c’est normal Ta condition mentale Vu d’ici à’ s’annonce assez mal C’est ben plate mais c’est normal Toutes tes bassesses pis tes promesses Vont t’rentrer d’dans pis meque ça fesse C’est ben plate mais ça va faire mal Quand dans mes rêves éveillés Je te rejette comme l’insecte que tu es C’est normal Ton âme sale m’en donne droit T’es dérangeant Tu m’déranges, j’te dis qu’t’es dérangeant Faut pas que j’accroche, c’est trop poche Me v’là qui perd mes pensées positives Te voir souffrir est un plaisir Dont j’ai le grand honneur d’offrir C’est ben plate mais c’est normal À la bonne vieille loi du retour Qui verra à ton dernier jour C’est ben plate mais ça va faire mal Meque d’un coup sec et bienfaisant T’arrachera à ton univers insignifiant C’est ben plate Ton âme sale t’en donne le droit T’es dérangeant T’exagères, tu m’exaspères Mais plus j’en parle, plus ça m’libère T’es l’mauvais rêve qu’j’ai eu hier soir La goutte qui fait déborder l’verre Un restant d’mouche qui a rencontré sa destinée Une tache sur mon miroir
5.
Des tonnes 03:33
À même les bancs d'école On savait qu't'étais pas normal À t'brûler les parois nasales Si faut analyser Faudrait voir vers ta noire condition familiale Parti avant longtemps tout seul Avec trop d'temps mort Prêt à n'importe quoi T'étais game en autant Qu'ça choquait quelqu'un kekpart En v'là une Belle occasion d'se taire Tu parles trop quand t’es fier T'apprendras qu'y a des exploits Qui s'content pas d'même Rencontres le mauvais monde Te sentent prêt pour les affaires Les poches pleines, la tête en l'air Tu t'en rends déjà compte C'est payant pis t'as jamais été aussi populaire Œil pour œil, dent pour dent L'milieu d'un jeu d'grandes oreilles Crest su'l'dos, tu rajoutes à l'odeur De poudre à canon dans l'air Y'a des secrets d'famille Qui faudrait pas qu'on gaspille Sur des fantômes que tu r'verras pas Tu partais la poser Connaissant pas l'pauvre récipiendaire Il l'aura mérité Ça prend des morts pour dire qu'on a une guerre Tu t'es jamais douté C'est toi l'heureux élu Les chums que t'as connus T'auront expédié en l'air Non, y s'content pas d'même
6.
Secret vows have been pronounced For the last time In that strange formation They've vanished off to rule the after life Northern winds began to spread The stench and ashes of the dead Through the mountains made their way Among the living near the place Cut right through their veins Digging up old fears The quiet night’s not what it seems It cries As human candles scream Like there's no tomorrow Without pain and sorrow Feeding on their weakness Will their spirits hear the promised call Or will they linger on Feeding on our weakness The wooden churches beyond the trees Made it simple to conceal The master plan of a single man To die together under the moon Lost in a numbing glow Their dedicated souls Have left it all to sit behind Tonight They're going out in style
7.
M'a vous conter une vraie histoire Rapport au grand Mont St-Hilaire Il cache un lac tellement profond Qu'on en dit même qu'il n'a pas de fond Il cache un lac tellement profond Qu'on en dit même qu'il n'a pas de fond De la surface au fond des eaux On y monte de grands bateaux De l'Écosse au Lac Champlain Y'a des images mais on voit rien Pendant qu'les crédules font la file D'autres sirotent leur boisson d'avril De la surface au fond des eaux On y monte de grands bateaux Le monde secret des intra-terrestres Ainsi qu'un passage au Lockness Le monde secret des intra-terrestres Ainsi qu'un passage au Lockness Partout dans ce monde irréel Règne le monstre du Lac Hertel Partout dans ce monde irréel Règne le monstre du Lac Hertel Certaines gens disent l'avoir vu Les soirs d'été quand la lune est nue Certaines gens disent l'avoir vu Les soirs d'été quand la lune est nue Il sort et se met à hurler Braves éloïmes v'nez me chercher
8.
T'é triss' 02:07
9.
Dormitory 04:07
Rolly the monk, broken from a miserable night Stares upward, praying, heaving a sigh He realized not long ago How far his mind can really go It’s frightening what he knows Morning rituals, the essence of his life Rings the bell that opens their little eyes Feisty school boys charge the new day A poor chosen few rise to their shame Out you go, none of this ever was Monkey man has grown to like The ones who are slim Larger boys evoke memories of him They realized not long ago How far his hand can really go Overpowering urges Talk louder than God Overpowering urges Scream louder than God How could you feed this abuse? We realized all things he said Were only lies Our faith is dead Still, you fall down from grace
10.
Bee 04:09
Up into the cherry tree Who else should climb in there but little me I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on spacious foreign lands I saw the next door garden lie Adorned with plants before my eyes I gazed for the first time And many pleasant places more I’d never seen before I saw the dimpling river pass The sky’s blue looking glass The dusty roads go up and down With people trampling into town The wind was wild it couldn’t seem To get it’s fill of fun It puffed « I’m in a perfect gale » Then roared about the pun Panting hard, it hurried home And weary went to bed « What lovely games we had today The world and I » it said If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther and farther I should see To where the grown-up river slips Into the vast deep ocean among the ships I often wonder if I know I have gone to sleep When I climb a tree so high And one look down I get the creepy feeling if I were pushed I’d be free as a bee The sights that I would see
11.
Da Bait 03:11
Yeah this is it people Here and now Got to make an impression somehow Once again we feel much at ease Knowing you folks are so hard to please Can't sit and complain We're doing what we can We like to share jokes even if they’re bad We’d better laugh it off than fighting their fight No matter what you say We're down here to play What comes out of us Is now on display Facing what you might say Y'all are part of the debate You can assure me the future's bright I won't shudder or fake a big smile Being broke's nothing new, I'm bound To forget when I turn up the sound Still the answer's in the dabait
12.
This is an open letter To make up for all the ones I did not write to you before Just to say you still matter Even if our roads have scattered A friendly parting of the ways All the memories, great places Wild imagination races We had such different worries then Our own theories, solved cases Young minds and glowing faces Will link us through the test of time I know, it's been quite a while I'm several years behind I don't want to let go When you look, I won't be hard to find I know, I've been a no show A thousand days behind I know, when we meet again We'll really make it worth our while By the way, I'm OK Not too bad, not too great We all have our share of dismay I reckon you have met New people or better yet The long lost love of your life We're losing the fine art of taking our sweet time We're now in such a rush to get a life Before we die
13.
Wide 05:08
Lamp posts, flickering torches Make out the random attack Colour the victim’s bright new clothes I turn my back And distance myself from the pack of humans Stripped down to the size Of my favourite neighbourhood The smell has me mesmerized It’s the one thing I know is good Has got me believing My small role down here Has significant meaning I try to calm my fears Clearly revealed through open skies Meet the simplest of crowds The trees are very loud Like ogres high on wine Their long beards growing wide Swaying under the moon Laughing with the loon They can hear me speak out loud I was mopping marble floors For heavy rich men Sweating in their overpriced threads I can’t plan ahead But if I stay, I’m dead Their boiling rage Made all too clear By their words of hate I’ve no place here They’ve got no power over me They’ll do what they can I don’t understand They’ve got no power over me I was mopping marble floors For heavy rich men Sweating in their overpriced threads If I plan ahead, I’m dead
14.
(Félix Leclerc / Éditions : Raoul Breton Ed. et Griola musique) C’était un p’tit bonheur, que j’avais ramassé Il était tout en pleurs sur le bord d’un fossé Quand il m’a vu passer, il s’est mis à crier Monsieur ramassez-moi, chez vous emmenez-moi Mes frères m’ont oublié Je suis tombé, je suis malade Si vous n’me cueillez point Je vais mourir, quelle ballade Je me ferai petit, tendre et soumis Je vous le jure Monsieur je vous en prie Délivrez-moi de ma torture J’ai pris le p’tit bonheur J’l’ai mis sous mes haillons J’ai dis faut pas qu’il meurt Viens t’en dans ma maison Alors le p’tit bonheur a fait sa guérison Sur le bord de mon coeur, y’avait une chanson Mes jours, mes nuits, mon mal Mon deuil, ma peine Tout fut oublié Ma vie de désoeuvré J’avais l’dégoût d’la r’commencer Quand il pleuvait dehors Ou qu’mes amis m’faisaient d’la peine J’prenais mon p’tit bonheur Et j’lui disais c’est toi ma reine Mon bonheur a fleuri, il a fait des bourgeons C’était le paradis, ça s’voyait sur mon front Par un matin joli, que j’sifflais ce refrain Mon bonheur est parti sans me donner la main J’ai eu beau le supplier, le cajoler Lui faire des scènes Lui montrer le grand trou Qu’il me faisait au fond du coeur Il s’en allait toujours, la tête haute Sans joie sans peine Comme s’il ne pouvait plus voir Le soleil dans ma demeure J’ai bien pensé mourir de chagrin et d’ennui J’avais cessé de vivre, c’était toujours la nuit Il me reste l’ennui, il me reste le mépris Enfin que j’me suis dis: il me reste la vie! J’ai repris mon bâton, mon mal Ma peine et mes guenilles Et je bats la semelle dans les pays de malheureux Aujourd’hui quand je vois une fontaine ou une fille Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux

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Version 2019 remasterisée de l'album "Vacuum" sorti originalement en 1996.

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released January 1, 1996

Enregistré et mixé par Thierry Lacombe & M-A Thibert au Studio Plante Verte à St-Mathieu de Beloeil

Rematerisé par: Ryan Morey

Musiciens:
Vincent Peake: basse et voix
Martin Dupuis: guitare et choeurs
Marc-André Thibert: guitare et choeurs
Danny Peake: batterie et choeurs

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