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Frivole (English) Frivole

There's no more baby, frivolous at night

The melancholy, it's not for today

No more speeches nor sobs

"I'm leaving you" is already three words too many

People hurt us much more often

We won't be sentimental

And I slam, bam! The door as I leave

Like this, baby, you'll really be mad at me


Baby, are you crazy?

You derail, you take off

Too beautiful, too young and too frivolous

Baby, suspend your flight

Leave the old rock'n'roll

And love


If everything I say is just wind

If I lie, believe me, it's because I can't find the time

To choose the words we expect

Those we love to hear, which are hollow inside

To say that I'm not pretending

It's love that passes and leaves me stranded

You know, it's not black or white

I shouldn't tell you

But I'm not hurt, hurt

Bridge

Frivolous

I don't have the right reflexes

Nor the words that stick

I'm frivolous


Frivolous



I don't have the right reflexes

Nor the words that stick





Frivole



Y'a plus de bébé, frivole de nuit

Le vague à l'âme, c'est pas pour aujourd'hui

Plus de discours ni de sanglots

"Je te quitte" c'est déjà trois mots de trop

Les gens nous blessent bien plus souvent

On va pas faire du sentiment

Et je claque, slam ! La porte en sortant

Comme ça, bébé, tu m'en voudras vraiment


Bébé est-ce que t'es folle ?

Tu dérailles, tu décolles

Trop belle, trop jeune et trop frivole

Bébé, suspends ton vol

Laisse les vieux rock'n roll

Et aime

Verse 2

Si tout ce que je dis c'est du vent

Si je mens, crois-moi, c'est que je trouve pas le temps

De choisir les mots qu'on attend

Ceux qu'on aime entendre, qui sont creux dedans

Pour dire que je fais pas semblant

C'est l'amour qui passe et qui me laisse en plan

Tu sais, c'est pas noir ou blanc

Je devrais pas te le dire

Mais j'ai pas mal, mal

Bridge

Frivole

J'ai pas les bons réflexes

Ni les mots qui collent

Je suis frivole

Instrumental Outro

Frivole

J'ai pas les bons réflexes

Ni les mots qui collent











  Tides of Freedom (English) Tides of Freedom

In the depths of the city, where shadows creep,

We ride the waves, where secrets sleep.

Guided by the seahorse, ethereal and free,

We break the chains, reclaim our destiny.

Chorus

Revolution in the tides, where the ocean meets the sky,

Liberation in our    

Walk Evil Talk
Walk Evil Talk
Forces have been taking my humanity,
Curfews have been curbing the end of liberty.
We're the flowers in the dustbin,

No fuchsias for you.

"Without the common people you're nothing"

Atom Tan

Verse 1

Now, the giants stopped (Stopped pushing fast food)

Been a multiple incident (Downtown at the bank)

Reluctantly the panic (Begins to catch fire)

But it did not affect (The steady sale of junk)

Oh, the state office looked (it looked like Hollywood)

With make-up bleeding (all over the cracks)

Woah, he blew his lines (facing the cameras)

He suffered the first (all-live heart-attack)

Oh, you've caught an even atom tan

Chorus

The motor-cyanide (cyanide suicide)

He finally found (the brick wall in his life)

Shining up his engine (he dressed right up for it)

At the top of the speedo (he crumpled the bike)

There's plenty people running (running for cover)

Hoping at best (to hold off all the rest)

One last stand (at the bunker fire)

Machine gun (and pitchfork and breast)

Oh, you've caught an even atom tan

Verse 2

But it isn't so easy (so easy for lovers)

Chained, love-stained (at the top of the tower)

The pink hearse is leaving (at funeral speed)

Driving your heart (away with the flowers)

All night I waited (I waited for a horseman)

And his ever-faithful (his Indian friend)

I'm not the only one (of the caped crusader fan club)

Watching the sky (for mankind's friend)

Oh, you've caught an even atom tan

Outro

If you ain't reggae for it? Funk out!

No-one knocking at your door? Overpowered by funk? Funk out!

Combative, repetitive, don't life just funk you out?

Asinine, stupefying, can the clone line dry you out?

Part of the swarming mass? Funk out!

Slugged by the new increase? Scared of the human bomb? Overpowered by funk? Funk out!

Buy dog food, rogue elephants, Tarzan on a ticker tape

Breakfast cereals? You know you can't escape

Overpowered by funk, don't you love our Western ways?

Car crashed by funk, don't you love our Western ways?

Benny Goodman, trial by jury, a phone box full of books

Dustcarts at sunrise, no one gets off the hooks

Car crashed, food for the hungry millions? Funk out!

Home for the floating people? Funk out!

Over-drunk on power, funk out! The final game will be solitaire

Over-drunk on power, funk out

Picture frame, tickets here for the graffiti train

People at home show you care, don't try, fry me in your shocking chairs

Funkpower over and out

Frivole

Y'a plus de bébé, frivole de nuit

Le vague à l'âme, c'est pas pour aujourd'hui

Plus de discours ni de sanglots

"Je te quitte" c'est déjà trois mots de trop

Les gens nous blessent bien plus souvent

On va pas faire du sentiment

Et je claque, slam ! La porte en sortant

Comme ça, bébé, tu m'en voudras vraiment

Chorus

Bébé est-ce que t'es folle ?

Tu dérailles, tu décolles

Trop belle, trop jeune et trop frivole

Bébé, suspends ton vol

Laisse les vieux rock'n roll

Et aime

Verse 2

Si tout ce que je dis c'est du vent

Si je mens, crois-moi, c'est que je trouve pas le temps

De choisir les mots qu'on attend

Ceux qu'on aime entendre, qui sont creux dedans

Pour dire que je fais pas semblant

C'est l'amour qui passe et qui me laisse en plan

Tu sais, c'est pas noir ou blanc

Je devrais pas te le dire

Mais j'ai pas mal, mal

Bridge

Frivole

J'ai pas les bons réflexes

Ni les mots qui collent

Je suis frivole

Instrumental Outro

Frivole

J'ai pas les bons réflexes

Ni les mots qui collent

Tides of Freedom Tides of Freedom

In the depths of the city, where shadows creep,

We ride the waves, where secrets sleep.

Guided by the seahorse, ethereal and free,

We break the chains, reclaim our destiny.

Chorus

Revolution in the tides, where the ocean meets the sky,

Liberation in our hearts, as the currents pass us by.

Seahorse spirit, guide us through the night,

In the tides of freedom, we find our light.

Verse 2

Urban decay, where dreams decay,

We rise above, find a new path.

Echoes of the past, in the rusted steel,

In the dance of the seahorse, our wounds heal.

Chorus

Revolution in the tides, where the ocean meets the sky,

Liberation in our hearts, as the currents pass us by.

Seahorse spirit, guide us through the night,

In the tides of freedom, we find our light.

Bridge

Through the tempest, we ride the waves,

In the depths, our spirits brave.

In the dance of the seahorse, we find our grace,

In the tides of freedom, we find our place.

Chorus

Revolution in the tides, where the ocean meets the sky,

Liberation in our hearts, as the currents pass us by.

Seahorse spirit, guide us through the night,

In the tides of freedom, we find our light.

Outro

In the tides of freedom, we find our light,

In the seahorse’s dance, we reclaim our right.

Neon Phantom - In Yorkshire Accent
In th' heart o' t'pulsatin' city,
Where neon lights flicker,
a dance o' a dyin' star,  a
a story unravels.
A phantom roams through urban decay,
Feedin' on dreams,
lead in' t'way.
Th' air is thick wi' despair.
History's a lie,
a pretty little fabrication,
spun by them in power.
Th' city is a beast.
A monstrous entity,
feed in' on th' dreams an' fears
of its folk.
Truth is a rare commodity.
More precious than gold,
Neon Phantom - In Yorkshire Accent
In th' heart o' t'pulsatin' city,
Where neon lights flicker,
a dance o' a dyin' star,
a story unravels.
A phantom roams through urban decay,
Feedin' on dreams,
lead in' t'way.
Th' air is thick wi' despair.
History's a lie,
a pretty little fabrication,
spun by them in power.
Th' city is a beast.
A monstrous entity,
feed in' on th' dreams an' fears
of its folk.
Truth is a rare commodity.
More precious than gold,
more elusive than love.


In the heart of the pulsating city,

Where neon lights flicker,

a dance of a dying star,

a story unravels.


A phantom roams through urban decay,

Feeding on dreams,

leading the way.

The air is thick with despair.


History's a lie,

a pretty little fabrication,

spun by those in power.

The city is a beast.


A monstrous entity,

feeding on the dreams and fears

of its inhabitants.

Truth is a rare commodity.


More precious than gold,

more elusive than love.

Hidden in the shadows,

whispered in back alleys.


Driven by an insatiable hunger for truth,

we journey deeper,

into the belly of the beast.

The city's lights blur.


Colors meld into white,

the air alive with energy,

the pulse of life ticking.

Time is a drug.


A potent stimulant,

keeping the machine running.

We are the addicts,

chasing the next high.


We live,

we die,

we lie.

In the city's snare.


Where truth is rare,

more precious than gold,

more elusive than love.

We live,

we die,

we lie.

In the city's heart,

where dreams go to die.