1. |
Scrape
04:03
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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…
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2. |
Noise Solution
05:02
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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
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3. |
Rowdy Road People
03:25
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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
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4. |
Dérangeant
03:06
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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
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5. |
Des tonnes
03:33
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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
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6. |
Human Candles
04:32
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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
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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
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8. |
T'é triss'
02:07
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9. |
Dormitory
04:07
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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
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10. |
Bee
04:09
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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
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11. |
Da Bait
03:11
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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
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12. |
A Thousand Days Behind
04:23
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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
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13. |
Wide
05:08
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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
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(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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