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INTRO
00:17
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Paper Raincoats
04:59
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Little girl you’re completely lost (repeat)
And that dress doesn’t fit anymore
You were the belle of the world and you turned us on
With your rebel’s ecstatic revolution
But your tantrums offer up no solution
You could cradle a sick man in your arms
And breathe peace into fevered brows
You had noble and terrifying charms
But the world that you ruled is dying now
Little bitch, the smoke’s gone to your head
Take a bow, shut the door, go to bed
You were beloved, you were a champion, standing out
Now sickness hangs about you like a cloud
Your crowd is in season but this too shall pass
Your loud lack of reason will wither like grass
The people you’ve wronged will laugh when you fall
Your entire empire is nothing at all
And your tricolored garment is rent in twain
All the boys and girls are insanely afraid
To tell the popular kid what they really think
They’re all leaving the party after just one drink
Little girl you’re completely lost
Little girl you’re completely lost
Shine your light, swing your hips, be the boss
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Apocalypse, unveiling
This Judgment isn’t last
The pattern shows you failing
But that’s all in the past
This time it will be different
History closed its door
the future you can reinvent much brighter than before
nightmares that you dispossessed
inside your chest they pound
let them take their final breaths and
bury them in the ground
Serenity may be your spouse
She is your pride and bliss
Lives in one room of your house
But disaster is your mistress
walk across this pathless land
And be the missing part
Take the steps to cleave together
Your divided heart
Tempted by oblivion
Her ample curves beguile
Awakened to the four horsemen
your nation’s rank and file
Here in this suspended state
Not sure what we will find
The burning question that remains
Will we be left behind
Left behind
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Pomegranate
03:58
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The wall around my chest is broken
Something’s trying to escape
I guess somebody left it open
I guess nobody’s really safe
I noticed that the cage was fractured
And something’s trying to get in
To crawl into this beating organ
To try and make the monkey grin
Let’s spend our little piece of eternity
in the top of a tree with a million leaves
let’s cut to the heart of the matter let’s find the seed
Let’s make it bleed like a pomegranate
let’s make it splatter
I’m walking like an early man
I drag my knuckles on the dirt
You’re propping up my skeleton
Evolution always hurts
I guess we lose a lot of fluid
Every time we do the climb
But if we put our heart into it
We could find the perfect vine
Let’s spend our little piece of eternity
in the top of a tree with a million cuts
to the heart of the matter let’s find the seed
Let’s make it bleed like a pomegranate
Let’s spend our little piece of eternity
in the top of a tree with a million leaves
let’s make it splatter
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Glass Door
04:54
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Good Morning Cambodia
04:36
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As the dawn rises anew on a bruised and muddy land
There’s a yawning peasant girl with a tough and tired man
She sits astride his mangled motorbike side-saddle
A paper mask covers her face
It hides a smile containing all the love and anger
Of her ancient tortured race
The Mekong flows between its banks like a snake covered in mud
Like the one who stole the sun out of the sky
And painted everything in blood
Good morning Cambodia
Arkoon cheran, Sissaday
You were the enemy
You were the end of me
The Maoist Lao and Siamese
France, USSR, USA
The double-cross, the back-door deals
They let the red snake have his way
He cast his shadow on this ancient holy realm
Till love and laughter were all dead
He ate his own tail and turned off a thousand wats
But now it’s time to raise your head
Good morning Cambodia
Arkoon cheran, Sissaday
It is time to rise up from your sleep and meet the day
You were the enemy
You’re not the end of me
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Black and Blue
05:17
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Dirty Diamond
04:49
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No idea if you can hear me
I'm not sure you even exist
But these things I hold so near to me
Are here, wrapped like a parting gift
Sometimes it's too much strain
It won’t always be fun
But there's a tight little truth
That shines like a dirty diamond
There's a knot of galvanized energy
At the core of right and wrong
All that pressure you’ve been feeding it
Only serves to make it stronger
There's a cruel character and his cunning opposite
They follow you around and they watch you step in shit
It's a drag to run this race with these strivers and their baggage
You never seem to keep the pace as they rip and run you ragged
Fuck them all they'll never see the view
From the heights that you are climbing
They are all just trying to be near you
Just to see your jewel shining
But their voices are drowned out by the tiny one that whispers
When you're hiding in your bed, wallowing in your own shivers
Letting yourself drag you down covering your only treasure
Gunning down the positives and strangling your only pleasure
no no no don't listen to yourself
know know know when to listen to yourself
you got to know when to roll over and when to play your role
you've got a dirty diamond shining in your soul
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Reaching back to the source
Opening all the old sores
It’s a sleepwalking mystery
Paternal musical history
I dreamt my mama wrapped me up in her arms
Like a little gift
You keep your faith in the family even though
It’s a myth
Reaching back for the muse
Dipping deep in the well
Try to walk in their shoes
There’s a story to tell
I’m not much for repetition
To me it’s more about tradition
Reaching back for the muse
Try to walk in their shoes
In the grip of dream
That’s more real than it seems
I’m not much for repetition
To me it’s more about tradition
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Stay Awake
05:33
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YOU WOULD BE BETTER OFF AWAKE,
YOU COULD IMPROVE ON YOUR MISTAKES
YOU LEARNED TO CRAWL WHEN YOUR LEGS CAVED IN
REHEARSED YOUR VERSES AND LEARNED TO GRIN
AMBITION CAME AND TOOK YOU IN
AND TUCKED YOU SAFE WITH A BOTTLE OF GIN
STAY AWAKE
PERCHED ON THE VERGE OF THE SURGING OCEAN
MISSING THE DAYS OF THE SWEET COMMOTION PAST
YOU FELT YOUR WAY TO THE CREEPING NOTION
THAT IT’S A LIE THAT WILL MAKE DEVOTION LAST
AND THE BOSSES LOST THEIR MINDS
AND YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE TO LIE
AND THE DOTTED LINE YOU SIGNED
WHEN YOU WERE FLYING WAS A LIE
AND YOU RESIGNED
AND IN THE MORNING WHEN YOU SHAKE
YOUR FADED GLORY RATTLES FAKE
AND YOUR HEAVY EYELIDS CLOSE
ON A MILLION RINGING PHONES
AND YOU’RE RELISHING THE ABSENCE
OF THE HELLISH CLINGING CLONES
YOUR TIRED BONES SHOULD
STAY AWAKE AND KICK UP ALL THE DUST
STAY AWAKE WE MISS THE SWEET DESPAIR
STAY AWAKE AND TEACH US HOW TO CUSS
STAY AWAKE AND KISS THE BABY’S HAIR
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The Snow Brooklyn, New York
The Snow is a cinematic art-pop quartet from Brooklyn. Their sound has been described as post-apocalyptic French cabaret, gypsy pop and carnival Americana. They are Pierre de Gaillande (Open Kimono, Bad Reputation, Melomane) on vocals, guitar; Hilary Downes on vocals and keys; Jeffrey Schaeffer on drums and Christian Bongers (Falcon, Hurricane Bells) on bass; David Spinley on clarinet. ... more
The Snow recommends:
franglais
by Pierre de Gaillande
All your favorite indie/punk hits in French!
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