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01/01/11
03:40
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They say love will break us down,
I guess we’re all just fucked.
The wind has changed once again,
won’t you please, understand?
They say love will break us down,
I guess we’re bound to fail
It’s that blink of an eye,
What you told me that one time.
Let’s forget about logic and what you’re supposed to be,
Force a smile and seek paradise.
Can we remember what we called real last night
Even when we come back to life?
They say love will find you,
It’s when you wish it’s not.
It’s that ink inside your skin,
This diamond inside your blood.
Let’s forget about logic and what you’re supposed to be,
Force a smile and seek paradise.
Can we remember what we called real last night
Even when we come back to life?
You slowly become a stranger to your friends.
You slowly become a stranger to your family.
You slowly become a stranger to the one you shared everything with.
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2. |
Last Stop: Cancer
03:28
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Every morning, times they’re a-changing we say,
but today, it rains memories on my back.
The world looks like concrete through this window pane,
I can see the sky going down in flames.
And when the sun is shot down,
it’s time to learn how to love ‘cause
Our dreams and all these lights we think will last,
won’t they be nothing, but smiles in the (face of the) past
when we (grow up), when we (grow up)?
When the moon’s lighting up the cities we all fall in love with,
You don’t want to pick up the phone when cancer calls.
When reality kicks you straight in the face,
I hope that the horizon will still burn bright.
Everything finds a new meaning when a life so close is fading.
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Everything finds a new meaning) when someone so close can stop breathing.
…And our dreams, all these lights we think will last,
won’t they be nothing, but smiles in the (face of the) past
when we (grow up), when we (grow up)?
These smiles will survive.
Passion is forever.
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3. |
Sparrows
03:22
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I open my eyes and see the world today,
I wish I could move down south, far away
to forget about this cold city,
forget what it meant to me
and find something new.
I hate fall, but I love the colours.
Sorry if I don’t wanna fall in love anymore,
it’s so hard to find inspiration
on the same streets you often crossed before.
Let’s all forget ‘bout the same boring day.
You’re so lovesick; you don’t know what to do.
You don’t trust anyone.
Find something new.
I hate fall, but I love the colours
(We slept all day, just to be back at night).
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4. |
Faux-Fire, Faux-Gold
02:32
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Can’t we care a bit more
‘bout innocence and bliss?
So in times of trouble,
there’ll be something else to do
other than counting scars
on the *surface of the* earth…
(We’re all singing on minor keys,
songs that cut us deep,
but still choking with our
own sincerity,
we’re millions hanging
from these lips,
wishing and waiting
to be…)
Give me a bottle
and I’ll believe (in this).
Grant me the world
and I’ll look at (the sky).
Teach me some simple chords
and I will do (my best)
to try to reach your heart.
(We’re all singing on minor keys,
songs that cut us deep,
but still choking with our
own sincerity,
we’re millions hanging
from these lips,
wishing and waiting
to be…)
(We’re all singing on minor keys,
songs that cut us deep,
but still choking with our
own sincerity,
we’re millions hanging’
from these lips,
wishing and waiting
to be…)
…Something more than flesh & fear.
…Something more, something more.
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5. |
Van Party Forever
03:25
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It took me time to understand.
Beauty sometimes shines through and out of dirt,
where everything’s a mess.
Spending time sleeping in a van,
looking at the stars, following our hearts.
(It’s hard to believe)
when you wear your dreams on your sleeves
the less you own, the more you have.
(It’s hard to believe),
but harder to feel alone in a place
where the less you own, the more you have.
When you’re too close to see,
Music in gold letters blinds you
and you can’t truly understand…
But, I’ve come across empty heroes, dying beliefs
and in the end…
(It’s hard to believe)
when you wear your dreams on your sleeves
the less you own, the more you have.
(It’s hard to believe),
but even harder to feel alone in a world
where the less you own, the more you have.
were proud of what we’ve got it may be hard to believe but..
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6. |
Blind River
01:47
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7. |
Classics
02:51
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We walk our own road
breathe the answer blowing in the wind
and modern love sounds so fake to our ears.
Our eyes are still waiting, but nothing’s ever clear,
because these miles are grey, still…
We breathe with burned out lungs
While this world sinks ships of gold
…And we can be wrong, we can be wrong,
but they can’t be right.
We sacrifice our hearts.
We breathe with dust in our lungs.
These songs are like smoke to our ears
We keep promises for you and me
We’ll live by the promises we made
We can be wrong, but they can’t be right.
How many roads are left to burn down, burn down now?
And how many of their words can we still hear?
Can we still hear? We still breathe
While this world sinks.
…And we can be wrong, we can be wrong,
but they can’t be right. We sacrifice our hearts.
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8. |
Eleven
03:48
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9. |
Martine Blues
05:15
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Where I’m from, in the winter
you can see this kind of eyes
and where I’m from, in the summer
you can share this kind of feelings
When writing late at night,
I always knew there was so much more than this
smoking clouds like cigarettes out there on the road, singing to the sky…
(Chasing down the sun)
Standing up after the day rises up again,
drinking to forget
time is passing by so fast, dying to remember
these moments are everything.
The breathing of this floor
reminds me of all the sleep
I lost to good times & true smiles.
I’ve came by ignorance and that strange look
on familiar faces
Sometimes my skin is cold and the days are even colder,
But there’s a light in our eyes
that tells it all…
The breathing of this floor
reminds me of all the sleep
I lost to good times & true smiles
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive),
What we have left are broken fingers and tired eyes.
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive)
What we have left are these pictures in our heads.
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive)
What we have left are the holes
in the hearts we left behind.
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10. |
Canicule
03:52
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Well, can’t you see the sun is coming down?
Now, there’s nothing left lighting up your town.
Can’t you see this rose has turned to black,
once filled with bright colours that will never come back.
I can say I’m happy,
I’ll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me.
Oh! Won’t you please dry these tears and stop wasting your
time.
Well, can’t you hear the sounds at night
when your soul is searching for a light?
Can’t you hear this boat through the waves
when these moments of misery, they don’t seem to fade…
I can say I’m happy,
I’ll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me.
I can say I’m happy,
I’ll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me.
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11. |
White Fireworks
03:40
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Do you remember that sad singing and slow drumbeat
from an old song about how blue mornings can get
when waiting is all you have left?
Do you remember when we were holding hands
watching snow falling down on our future?
White fireworks above our heads,
White fireworks exploding in our hearts.
Do you know how much more
time we have left
before it’s been too long, before we start again,
before we find a way?
White fireworks above our heads,
White fireworks exploding in our hearts.
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It’s 5 am and the world keeps on moving…
My blurry vision’s still lying to me…
Singing and singing and singing in the night,
Singing and singing in the night
and it feels just right
When I look into this dark ocean,
I’m thinking about my friends.
My throat is dry and my thoughts heavy,
I know what’s important to me.
Let these shores of twilight be our last escape.
Let’s get away, get away, get away
before the curtain falls down again.
Get away, get away, get away
before our feelings collapse in vain.
Let these songs of passion be our last escape.
I’ve grown so sick of the truth in the last years,
but there’s something true that I still like to say:
“Life’s kind of ironic in the way it makes
you forget everything but all of your mistakes.”
Singing and singing and singing in the night,
Singing and singing in the night
and it feels alright
So this rose never dies, No! This rose will never die.II doubt, but I’ll keep on moving,
It’s the meaning of devotion.
Let these words of trouble be our last escape.
Let’s get away, get away, get away
before the curtains drawn on our fun.
Get away, get away, get away
before it all catches up with us.
Let these lovely memories be our last escape.
Let these memories be our last escape…
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13. |
Chasing Down the Sun
03:59
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The Hunters Québec, Québec
The Hunters, 3 albums, more than 400 shows in a dozen countries, 4 passionate music lovers who sacrificed a lot to pursue their dreams without making any compromise. The band was active from 2006 to 2017 and made its mark on the Quebec punk scene thanks to its spirit, hard work ethic and unifying songs. ... more
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