1. |
Walk Talk
03:53
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Take your guitar and walk
Take your guitar to talk
About a ladder in a strange hall
And I walk on to the door
Take your guitar to scream
Take your guitar to dream
About a ladder in a strange hall
And I walk on to the door
Pepper
Chilly
Salt
Ginger
You're thinking the song is over
It's just like an endless day
Just like an endless whiskey
When you picture out and flee
Walk away back with the seven sins
You'd better wash yourself
At an invisible spring
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2. |
No Pill
04:46
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Regarde les filles
Qui mettent des claques
Elles se maquillent
Bouches écarlates
La nuit scintille
Sur les eaux plates
Telle une jonquille
Au bord d'un lac
Just a kiss on a lip
A kiss on a skin
Ainsi soit-il
Dans les Kabballes
Que se réjouissent
Les cannibales
J'entends bouger
Dans les caveaux
Les âmes vides
De ceux qui croient
Just a kiss on a lip
And the lights of night can change
A kiss on a skin
And the fight for life can end
Here comes five young men
Heading for a dead future
Looking for bad things to do
Waiting for a new life
Well the five young men
Living in the streets
Giving sense to their night and day
Looking for bad things to do
Waiting for a new life
Just a kiss on a lip
And the lights of night can change
A kiss on a skin
And the fight for life can end
A dreadful night
Also you will
Until midnight
Just a kiss
For all the night
You make me feel like a honkey donkey
Running alone on a burning highway
You make me kill
You make me deal
You make me cry
Over the night is a honkey donkey
Running alone on a burning highway
You'd better
Making me feel alright
Down to my secret things
Then I will lock you all the night
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3. |
Le Nec
06:50
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If you look around your neck
And try to understand
The best things that you ever done
You'd better shine... and try
Quand les ADN se regardent
Ondulent au gré des vents
Ruelles incertaines
Qu'ils s'en souviennent
Les ADN
Coule la Seine
Et ses détours faciles
I feel the wall
It's time to rule
Citizen of an empty space
You are finally more than old
Believing in a stupid race
You will silently kill the world
All the mournings, all the cigarettes
Are they gone
All the alcohol, the bad mornings
Are they gone
All the opium, the sad mornings
Are they gone
All the LSD, the strange mornings
Are they gone
All around, all around, all around your neck
I feel the wall
It's time to rule
Citizen of an empty space
You are finally more than old
Believing in a stupid race
You will silently kill the world
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4. |
Dull Day
06:01
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It's been a dull day
That's what the children say
It ain't true
They say it ain't true
It's been a dull day
That's what the children say
It ain't true
What can we do
You've been hanging like a dog
Finding your way, finding your god
You start thinking by yourself
Killing the day, leaving your god
It's been a dull day
That's what the children say
It ain't true
So what can we do
It's not a shame
To be out of frame
What can we do
They say it ain't true
You've been hanging like a dog
Finding your way, finding your god
You start thinking by yourself
Killing the day, leaving your god
Into wild things
Into shame
Remote the ground control
After midnight
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5. |
Riding a Snake
05:26
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Digging a hole
Riding a snake
Nothing to hide
Nothing to lose
Ziggy plays guitar
Like a lonesome cowboy
Everything's the same
Nothing's really changes
Ziggy's heroes never die
Ziggy starts to fly
Les toits de tôle
Les bidonvilles
Rien à cacher
Ni rien à perdre
Ziggy plays guitar
Like a lonesome cowboy
Everything's the same
Nothing's really changes
Ziggy's heroes never die
Ziggy starts to fly
Look the snow falls, healing all the rest
Clarifying what could be a quest
Who's the hero at the end
Anybody will pretend
Mixing pictures changing lands
Who's the hero at the end
Ziggy starts to fly
Also the wind blows
Waking up the living gods
Une enfant court dans le vent
Quand elle s'assoit, c'est le présent
Ziggy plays guitar
Ziggy's heroes never die
Who's the hero at the end
Anybody will pretend
Mixing pictures changing lands
Also the wind blows
Waking up the living gods
Une enfant court dans le vent
Quand elle s'assoit, c'est le présent
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Phil Peplum Gap, France
Un univers sombre, parfois bluesy, parfois psychédélique, parfois déjanté, parfois... ou plutôt toujours… comme Phil veut que ce soit.
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