La peau

 
Né, né dans un marais, Grand Mère Terre Chantait Héyahéyahé,
Tambours kuikas ya kalimbas, Mana l'énergie naturella.
J'ai un tissu il habille ma peau, toi porte un pagne peintures dans le dos.
Autour du shaman harmonie des mots; nous sommes la même couleur bro'

Manitou man divinité fait chanter le peuple Héyahéyahé.
Mon père est Ciel ma Mère est Terre, dans mon esprit gravé sur la pierre.
Terre sacrée l'heure n'est plus de venger, colonel Custer mon calibre est paix.
To Sitting Bull say happy birthday; nous sommes la même couleur bro'

Du grand Canyon au Yemen, et la peau est la même...

Il y a longtemps 1001 hivers au coeur du pavio,
A nos parents Femme Bisonne Blanche, fait fumer calumet, ok unité.
Air, Eau, Feu, fruits de tous les pays un geste à celui ou celle qui gémit,
Danse face au soleil pendant la nuit; nous somme la même couleur bro'

Du grand Canyon au Yemen, et la peau est la même...
 
 

Genocide

 
I'm the anger that never forgets.
Curse the traitors lost in the woods.
Promises, promises they never kept one.
Deportation nations on the ground.

Look at the red rouad that runs drys.
Dying old men under the rain.
Hate seven six then fight.
Remeber these crimes are not a pretty sight.

And now break the silence break the silence, all the leaders hide behind lies,
And break the silence, break the silence.

I can't forget the genocide...

On and on the story cries for revenge.
We got to look before leaping my friend.
'Cause violence is not the better way.
Gotta move back the Asala.

Dazed and confused love gone with the war.
No time to loose we got to realize.
A land of freedom people without chains.
My name keeper of the flag I am.

And Now break the silence, all the leaders hide behind lies,
And now break the silence, break the silence.

I can't forget the genocide...

Write it on the wall, write it on the wall...Write it, write it on the wall.

For a free land, for a free land...

I keep in my mind the genocide. I can't forget the genocide...
 
 

They learn your love

 
Why do they discredit the only thing I'm living for.
Now that's the reason why men are going to war.
Bullshit this is a MotherFucking bullshit.
Selling love to ya packed up like a gift.
Let it out, let it out.
Slave to the market I don't buy;
what they want us to do is not to give a fight.

Ahah I'm laughing babe I'm laughing,
'cause everybody's playing with what you got inside, i
n the name of love shit and in the name of Jesus-Christ,
they come to you babe and break your heart;
here you come here you come as stupid you are to believe it:
some love to sell and some love to buy.
Everybody's playing waiting for you to die, so wake up babe and stand up.
They learn your love babe, they learn your love.

Come into my life come into my side.
Sweet honey oh! your universe is cold.
Lost love is near.
All you got to know is that they want your tears.

They learn your love babe they learn your love.

Here you come;
Ain't gonna stop the funk.
 
 

Epargne-moi

 
Ravin de souffrance, canyon sans fond, féroce.
Des fontaines de sang jaillissent, il s'est jeté.
Par dessus ses cris déjà ses mains tremblent.
Des rênes qui font mal quand on tire.
Le silence qui règne est plus assourdissant.
Le silence qui règne est plus assourdissant.
Le silence qui règne est plus assourdissant... sang... à sang...

Sa gorge se serre continue à jouer.
Des machoires claquent.
Dans le vide, s'en est fini.
Un corps, un visage, meure, supplie, la bête est féroce, sous une lame.
maybe me, maybe me, maybe me.

Dépourvu de raison, d'âme, de lumière, sous une chaire glacée.
Et s'en est allé, et s'en est allé.
Epargne-moi, épargne-moi, sous une lame épargne-moi...
 
 

Henry, serial killer

 
Dark Chicago cold wind, nothing to do except crusing.
Black & white vision, black & white mind, black & white lives for grey people blind.
The burden of life is whishtling in their souls.
Telling them the price of human life.

Henry was a sweet little name, sweet as the eyes of a bitch in pain.
Sweet was you mama too now she's dead, just a memory in your wasted brain.
Henry something's inside ya. Violence ou your mind but nothing on your face.
Night like the day, night like the day you've got a devil to pay.
Night like the day, night like the day you've got a devil to pay.
night like the day you've got a devil to pay. X3
You've got a devil to pay

And he's walking to ya a very cool way; you think about everything except he's ready to slay.
Women, women you better beware.
Gonna Gonna be next there's murder in the air.
He doesn't need to rape them, he doesn't even hate them, to be on the alert once again once again.
Henry you've got a killer inside ya...
Henry you've got a killer inside ya...
Henry you've got a killer inside

" I'm gonna kill her, I'm gonna kill her..."

You've got a killer inside ya

No way. Henry was a psycho psycho killer he looked like a model guy.
It's not a fucking American movie, the end is tragic.
Always looking for a new sensation, looking for a new sensation.
And there's no exception.

And he's walking to ya in a very cool way. You think 'bout everything except he's ready to slay

Henry time has come for ya to deliver up your soul.
For all the women who're still alive... Henry... Stop.
 
 

Rusted Faces

 
Those dam mother fuckers don't give a damn about the way I live, about the thing I claim.
They ignore the real weight of my life thinking their life are much louder than mine.
They judge my friends my clothes and my name they got the power, but I still got pain,
but I don't give a damn, just keep a front for their eyes.
Gonna make those mother fuckers realize.
I'm blind, I'm def but most of all I'm dumb.
To you I'm a number and I've got to run.
Why should I pay for your crimes with my tears?
Why is there a smile on the 20 dollars bill?

Rusty face for you my friend I tell ya.
In god we trust you tell me but let me tell you I don't.

Those mother fuckers don't give a damn about the way I live, about the thing I claim.
Rusted blood in your rusted veines, rusted laws are the rusted chains.

Your religion I don't want anymore let me move let me choose, I'm sick to the core.
Ignorant that's the name I give ya, looked up minds and rusted souls.
Out of date or simple-minded so stupid to believe it.
I shoult my lyrics straight to you like a bomb. I give any credit and on floor let you drop.

Those damn mother fuckers...

and make those MFS realize...
 
 

Le Feu

 
A tous les pionners au moment du café,
aux cracheurs imbibés d'alcool à bruler,
aussi aux fakirs aux plantes de pieds cramées,
et surtout aux nymphos qui l'ont très bien placé.
Tous les indiens pour passer leur message, a
u terrible dragon gardien de la belle,
aussi aux allumés les yeux pleins d'étincelles,
et à tous les artistes pour qui il est sacré.

A tous les clandestins veillant sur l'alambic,
au tout premier homme avec ses deux silex,
aussi au bon diable qui empeste le souffre,
et aux vieilles sorcières avant qu'il lèche leurs pieds.
A ma gazinière avec ses quatre feux,
aux morts encore chauds et à leurs feux follets,
aussi aux trafiquants qui font l'or couler, et aux spoutniks...

And no one, no one, no one, no one, le feu sacré de vos âmes.

Au temps des gitans qui chantent et dansent autour,
aux rayons solaire pour feconder la terre,
aussi aux accros la cuillère sur le gaz,
et à Vulcain il en est le dieu.
A tous les pionners au moment du café,
aux cracheurs imbibés d'alcool à bruler,
aussi aux fakirs aux plantes de pieds cramées.

And no one, no one, no one, no one, le feu sacré de vos âmes.

Les yeux de braise, coeurs en flammes, feu sacré celui de vos âmes. Celui de vos âmes...
 
 

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence

 
My voice is violent but do I scream for nothing?
Do you hear my voice in your rusted brain?
The record is playing listen to what I'm saying
but do you really care for the message.
 I'm telling; Radio, TV, papers lies too many ears for one cry.
Critic on paper, writing my mind.
Do you really give a fuck about what I'm telling ya?
Your articles speak to the masses.
People read my name. It doesn't matter that I came here to speak to ya, you use my name.
If you don't write what I told ya,
then you sell me as a propaganda.
Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous.
So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence?

Slave to your power slave to your choice.
Not blind, you send me packing with your bloody eyes.
Revenge we'll get it, in the meantime;
politicians keep on talking, hatred keep on growing.
Lies skip on spreading, this is a sound.
Too much for one man to comprehend.
Everything's cool nobody takes the blame:
That was the speech when I came.
Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous.
So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence?

Silence is getting louder...

Here it comes again.
We became vultures thristy for exictement;
looking for new games to make us forget;
to buy and shut up our new way of living,
waiting for the news on TV we're watching.
The silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous.

We became vultures...
 
 

Another land

 
1915 bombs were flying Occident was already burning.
No one was taking care about the shootings, in the Caucasus plain I see the crod yelling.
From all this now I only see crime, crime, blood, rapes, tears, distress an misery.
For a while yet just one order for every soldier:
Gun the Armenian people down...

Ararat mountain eyes is the witness of our pain til' the end of time.

Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide millions of corpses for a piece of land

For 2 years blood ran through your hands, disgust, cowardis scorn, hatred swit you so fine.
Victims voices of my past sound again and again and again on the earth.
I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness
and to you lost in your sorryful world I tell:
The death there's no death, just a lovely trip my friend to another land.

Hay mer...

I'm the devil hauting your country's nightmares,
people give me the world no one is innocent, that's why they will all pay.
My anger is a poisened gift, I spit on your past, spit on the war.
I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness
and to you lost in your sorrowful world I tell:
The death there's no death.
Just a lovely trip my friends to another land.

To another land my friends...
 
 

Beast in a bottle

 
Beast Beast in a bottle.
That's the name for those that's the name for those...
That's the name for those who got cold pain.
Turn around, turn around, got the spins, gets me down.
Soaked to the bone by al-co-hol, you're living behind a wall.
Better you'd better, you'd better stand up.
Before you hit the floor, all fucked up.
You need a so-lu-tion, the leaves are beginning to fall.
See you're a juicer. Juicer in your mind, in your walk, in your blood-shoot eyes.
Get out you gotta shot, in your soul another big black hole.
So hold up, hold up your head, make me believe you're not forever stone dead.
NOW, try the sweat leaf, sure fire cure, try the sweat a better better high.

Drink all your shit. X8

Turn around, you're spun around.
Did you forget-what. What did you do.
You were nowhere and you didn't care.

The way you talk-too much. The way you move-get up.
The way you lie. You're like a beast like a beast in a bottle.
Drink all your shit. You're like a beast
You're like a beast in a bottle. I can't stick with ya
I can't stick with ya  I can't stick with ya. look at you
look at you. A tiny world with no way out. Another life for you Another life for you.
And if you don't Joe, if you don't help yourself, nobody will.
You're like a beast in a bottle. You're like a beast in a bottle. You're like a beast in a bottle...
 
 

Nova

 
Same new songs where I go,
Is it a scream from Mexico.
I'll climb the mountains for everyone.
By a miracle they will come around.

They will come around...

Same need for everybody;
all these colors seem to be,
flowers I bring you today;
remember lovers we were yesterday.

Ace of spades I love it live.
Girls take care when I drive.
Just box still good here we are.
A BB bop song in my bar.
Acid roll music here to stay:
Let's hear the master calles Mr Diddley.
So turn on just for a while and the maids you'll be on my side.

N.O.V.A. star I'll show you the way...
 
 

Gratitude

 
Good times gone can you feel
Things they bounce just like a spaulding
It's so free this kind of feeling
When you got so much to say
It's called gratitude

Good times gone what you need
Just one thing do you know
Look inside and you'll see
When you got so much to say
It's called gratitude