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Sssh... (Hope Diggy) (Apex Theory)

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

People have the tendency
Of ** the life out of me
Try and fill me with forthcomings
Excess is the way of the wise
Even when they are left alone
One hand on rye
A thousand rambles in a second
Tiny tip is topsy turvy
So stop the torment you traitors

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the voice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Local lopsided judges lure lunacy
Over loony loud lumpy loopholes
With lingo that's loathsome
And shade shameless shamsters
Shake and shape shaggy
Young people with sharp teeth
On shelves of ship shaped
Sharpened shop owners
While customers consume large quanties
Of curiously cultivated curtains
Alongside crowds of crude oils
Crossed and crooked
Atop a crushed icemaker

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the choice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the choice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

L'ère Glacière (Les Trapettistes)

On va enfin pouvoir errer pieds nus
Un brin d'herbe au coin d'la bouche
Avoir par le soleil la peau mordue
Souffrir sous la douche.

A la campagne on a envie d'amants
Le cochon s'ins' truie
La chèvre bouc' quine évidemment
Le coq joue aux poules, et oui ! !

Soudain l'air est à nouveau embaumé
L'odeur de l'herbe fraich'ment coupée
Ce parfum qui sent la flemme
Mais par dessus tout j'aime.

Le vent qui danse avec les champs de blé
Les dessins dans les nuages
Et cette odeur de route mouillée
Des soirs d'orages.

Refrain : Voilà le retour de l'été
Quand l'hiver a fondu
Que les murs des maisons
Lézardent au soleil
On s'dit en allant au boulot
" Je m'tire ou je pointe "
C'est le retour de l'ère glacière
Des pique-niques au bord de la rivière.

En provence, le soleil qui vous assomme
Donne des envies d'apéro
Des grands trous dans la couche d'eau jaune
Trous noirs dans l'cerveau.

On se laisse repousser le bob
Les jours de pétanque
On redevient travaillophobe
Au fond des calanques.

Les barbecues sont de retour enfin
Tout droit d'Afrique après un long voyage
Ils viennent se poser dans les jardins
Des merguezophages.

A Paris pour s'consoler quand on est trop
Loin d'la lavande et des cigales
On prêt' l'oreille dans l'métro
Au chant des tziganes.

Refrain

Mais pour certains le retour du soleil
Rime avec désolation
Douleur d'un' vieill' plaie qui s'réveille
Funeste saison.

J'ai vu des inconditionnels du ski
Les deux pieds dans l'congélo
Des manteaux d'fourrure dans des penderies
Qui crevaient de chaud.

J'ai vu des profs déboussolés
Faire cours à des ânes par désespoir
Et quelques escargots baver
Devant un arrosoir.

Refrain




By Darksith

Bring Back The Dead (Sigh)

(Guitar solo by Shinichi)

Once beloved now lost forever
Wings of Angel torn by malignance

Why wasn't it me?
Living in a shadow of death
I wish it was a dream

I won't believe in salvation, (I) shouldn't be saved
I wait for my condemnation in the cold flame
Repeated suicide in imagination, Watch the coward pray
Unexpected destination, a miserable slave

Die with a hope of live in despair
Death you're dying, Life you're losing
Spiritual suicide, Life I denied
Light the night divides, Pride I denied

Bridge:
Now I set a fire to cremate
The treasure that will never be the same
I won't wait for the fate, lost in this shade
Past will never change, too late to be saved

Life light as a feather, so is mine
Why wasn't it me when angel smiles
So I'll live on the lies when my conscience dies
How could I stand the slaughter in this paradise?

Chorus:
Bring Back the Dead, in this sorrow
Bring Back the Dead, regret will grow
Bring Back the Dead
As their voices get higher and the leading light glitters
Bring Back the Dead, Now I see
Bring Back the Dead, What it means
Bring Back the Dead
Until the moment my existence perishes in eternity

(Guitar solo by Shinichi)


Eternal regret I own't forget
What I want (is a) punishment, for the dead
Why wasn't it me
Living in a shadow of death
I wish it was a dream

I am the one who is guilty but I can't see
Nothing is the same as it used to be, silence is my plea
Helpless slave to destiny, I'll never be free
Shattered is my humanity, Eternally

Die with a hope or live in despair
Death you're dying, Life you're losing
Spiritual suicide, Life I denied
Light the night divides, Pride I denied

Bridge:
I have no future, for which I would live
I live in the dreadful past to forgive
My sin, spawned by inner feelings I have killed
I cry out of the loneliness to be filled
What I want is a punishment, demon inside of me
Now I see no way to embrace this reality
Now I see no reason for me to be
Suicidal words are chanted repeatedly

Chorus:
Bring Back the Dead, succumb to fate
Bring Back the Dead, that's what I hate
Bring Back the Dead
No matter what they say I'm the only one to blame
Bring Back the Dead, I'll watch them pray
Bring Back the Dead, We'll meet in the end
Bring Back the Dead
That is the only hope that can ease my eternal pain
Bring Back the Dead, to succumb to fate
Bring Back the Dead, that's what I hate
Bring Back the Dead
Now you're gone but I want to know what should be done
Bring Back the Dead, I'll watch them pray
Bring Back the Dead, What'd they say?
Bring Back the Dead
Though I know it's nothing more than death as a human...

(Hammond solo by Mirai)

Does He Love Me (Keshia Chante)

(Oh) Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na [x3]
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?
(Hey yo Kesh) (Uh huh)

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na [x3]
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Met him at the mall in the parking lot
He said Keshia lookin' good and your lookin hot
He was runnin' game and it sounded good
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?
Talkin on the phone almost every night
He said he didn't want me chillin' with no other guy
Am I the only one or was it just a lie
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?

[Chorus:]
Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cuz does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
(Yeah ye…)

[Verse 2]
Thinking to myself is he leading me on?
But I felt that I'm right I don't wanna be wrong
Should I get with him 'cause I need to know?
Cuz does he love me,
Does he really love me?

What am I supposed to do, now?
I'm falling for this boy and he has no clue
Is it just a phase he's got?
Am I down for the way yay…?

[Chorus:]
Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cuz Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
(Yeah ye…)

[Foxy Brown:]
I got 99 problems, but a nigga ain't one
Missy I throws it down crazy
Yes I spill anoder down babeee….
Listen head or foxy playin with that money
I’m the DK general
My boxy aint nothing
I got this crew name A MILEO
From mainced town
Wished that cranberry
Layed back with the shades down
A yo kesh with the mother young world
When i'm done you’d be stunting
Like there’s nothing-old gurl
Scalping in Quebec, Jacob on ur neck
Wid u stunting through Ontario, fox in da stereo
I’m in the hood going hard in the boulevard
Make hard in holes, n the old hood adores u
Mah doo block keep it fresh peer s dots
Nearing its ear ha, holla if ya hear fox
Keshia, fox in the Kingston blocks
Stay on hard in the drop top dealing [rap fades]

[Keshia:]
Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cuz Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
But Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

[Keshia talking:]
Thinking bout it all its got feelings inside
If I try to hold it in I'll be living a ride
Is that, every little thing that I should
of need
Cause does he love me babeeee…. Oh…

(Oh) Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na [x3]
Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cause Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cause Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Little Things (Keshia Chante)

Catching a flight from LA it's been three weeks I've seen your face
Touching down at a quarter past 3. Lucky you, you must be home asleep
I wait for my bags - they're taking so long. 'Bout to call a cab to take me home
That's I feel a touch from behind. Turn around you're right before my eyes.

Standing there - I can't believe you came
It's 3 o'clock in the morning and it's pouring rain
There's something about the kinda love that you bring
Can't put my finger on it - guess it must be...

All these things
The little things that you do
They make my heart beat for you
All these things
The little things mean so much
You remind me each time we touch
Of all the little things

I sleep through the morning and wake up at two, just can't wait to spend the day with you
I head downstairs and the first thing I see is a note there waiting saying

"there's a concert tonight I thought you'd want to go
I hear dat Alicia's got a real good show"
Sometimes it seems you think of everything
You never cease to amaze. You know I'm loving

All these things
The little things that you do
They make my heart beat for you
All these things
The little things mean so much
You remind me each time we touch
Of all the little things

BGV (All these things you do keep me loving you)
All the little things that you do keep me in love with you, baby, yeah

Libérez-Nous Des Libéraux (Loco Locass)

Gaétan Montreuil : «Au tour maintenant du chef du parti libéral du Québec, Monsieur Jean Charest. »

Jean Charest : « Merci mon pit. Je suis prêt, l'équipe libérale est prête, nous sommes prêts »

Prêts pas prêts la charrue Charest, acharnée, charcute en charpie la charpente
De la maison qu’on a mis 40 ans à bâtir.

C'pas toi qui as milité pour Amir Khadir?
Maintenant la table est mise pour 4 ans à pâtir, à pâlir à vue d'œil,
Ahuris à la vue d'la bande d’abrutis qui bradent à bride abattue
Qui vendent à rabais, par la bande, c'qu'y a pas de prix
Une fois l'mandat fini, le pays ressemble d'un abatis.

Coupe sombre, coupe à blanc, Coupe Grey
«Alouette, je te plumerai»

Et pour couper court au courroux po**ire,
Patapouf étouffe la foule et légifère à tombeau ouvert
Pis tout sourire, il sert la soupe po**ire.

« C'est ça être solidaire quand on a sacré tout à terre »

Afin de faire taire, un argumentaire unique en terre d'Amérique.
Mais son affaire, ça fait ben trop l’affaire
des régents d’affaires,
du Canada pis du Conseil du Patronat.

Bâillon pas bâillon, je raille pareil, le patron des Patrons
« Ta yeule Taillon! »

Hey si le dément démantèlement t'excites tellement que c'est comme de la musique à tes oreilles, comment t’aimes le tintamarre des barbares, dans tes tympans d’avare hagard?

Face à la menace de la braderie on brandit le poing de la Patrie à la face des bandits.
Face à la menace de la braderie on brandit le poing ...

Libérez-nous des Libéraux

J'te l'dis carré, catégorique :
Jean Charest-Mike Harris : même combat, même charisme, même kermesse des biens et services publics.
Câlisse faut que ça finisse. La chasse aux BS pour eux c't'une business inespérée.
Pis ceux qui dépérissent,
Il reste plus qu’à prier pour Saint-Jean-Baptiste,
Ça vous apprendra, ma race de séparatistes.

Y'a pas de place, où on peut pas faire la piasse.
Contrats de performances pour la SGF, pour les CPE, ou les SDF
Un impôt sur la quête? Tiens, ça serait pas bête!

Ça dirige le Québec comme une PME,
Comme un pimp, ses putes pour qu'elles alignent les P-I-P-E-S'ti,
Ça se sait ça s'connaît, la clef du succès pour le 24 Sus**, c'est d'as**uer le Québec,
Quel beau sujet pour Jean-Claude Labrecque « À Hauteur de Gnome » « Hauteur de Braguette »
Sucer debout, c'est ça se tenir drette...

(zzzzzzzzzzzzzip)

Jean Charest : « Je suis prêt »

On est loin de « Maître chez Nous »,
Maintenant comme jamais, il y a un traître chez nous.
Ça s'entend quand il parle comme un derrière de boîte de céréales.
Si tu penses me faire taire, tu perds ton temps, j'suis intarissable.

« Je vais sous ton ciel, muse, et je suis ton féal »

Face à la menace de la braderie, on brandit le poing de la Patrie à la face des bandits.
Face à la menace de la braderie on brandit le poing …

Libérez-nous des Libéraux

Les cols bleus, les cols blancs, toutes les écoles confondues
Faut se ruer dans la rue, au printemps comme une crue,
Faire éclater notre ras-le-bol, une débâcle de casseroles, trêve de paroles, faites du bruit...
Un charivari pour chavirer ce parti, comme en Argentine, en Bolivie
D'un pôle à l'autre, c'est un constat continental :
À bas le bulldozer libéral.


Libérez-nous des Libéraux

« Ça me fait plaisir, les Loco Locass, d'être ici avec vous dans votre chanson, ça me permet de rejoindre un public, qui en général a été réfractaire , bla bla bla… »

Tamtid'lidé délibérez du libellé
Tamtid'lido libérez-nous des libéraux

Jean Charest : « Excusez la ..Je, je, je préfère Burger King. Moi j'aime tout le fast-food de toutes façons, je trouve ça moins compliqué pis ça coûte moins cher...

Rossinhol (Qntal)

"Rossinhol, el seu repaire
m'iraz ma dona vezer
e diguas li'l mieu afaire
et ill digua't del siue ver,
e man sai
com l'estai,
mas de mi'll sovenha,
que ges lai
per nuill plai
ab si no't retenha,
qu'ades no'm tornes retraire
son star e son captener,
qu'ieu non ai paren ni fraire
dont tant ho vueilla saber."
Ar s'en vai
l'auzels guai
dreit vas hon ill renha,
ab essai,
ses esglai,
tro qu'en trob l'ensenha.

Quan'auzeletz de bon aire
vi sa beutat aparer,
dous chant commencez a braire,
si com sol far contra'l ser;
puies se tai,
que non brai,
mas de liei s'enghenha,
co'l retrai
ses pnatai
so qu'ill auzir denha.

"Sel que'us es verais amaire,
volc qu'ieu en vostre poder
vengues sai esser chantaire,
per so que'us fos a plazer.
E sabrai
quan veirai
de vos l'entresenha,
que'il dirai,
si ren sai,
per qu'el lai s'en fenha,

e si'l port que's n'esclaire,
gran gaug en devetz aver,
qu'anc hom no nasquet de maire
tan de be'us puesca voler.
Ie'm n'irai
e'm mourai
ab gauc, on que'm venha....
no farai,
quar non ai
dic qual plag en prenha."

Too Emotional (Beborn Beton)

You´re a dish, a honey, baby
But I guess you must´ve known, for sure
We were trying to save the world
We were about to light upon the final cure

Build like in a schoolboy´s dream
You got the power to make dreams come true
With your symmetry and size
You burst all seams
Breaking the hearts behind the screens
That bleed for you

I´m sorry - I did upset
You didn´t get the story
I wrote you love-letters instead
I didn´t mean to hurt you
Maybe we are too emotional
Too much heart too hard to handle

Cant´ya hear the choir´s chant
They´ll make you sing when they catch you
Take a hike and take a dive
Stay below, hold your breath
Til your lips turn blue

I´m sorry - I did upset
You didn´t get the story
I wrote you love-letters instead
I didn´t mean to hurt you
Maybe we are too emotional
Too much heart too hard to handle
Can´t hide my tears from you
Maybe we are too emotional
Too much hard too hard to handle

Late - whenever I awake
Whenever I try to escape
I want to run, but I am getting nowhere
Back - began to realize
Shook off the ghosts and all the sorrows
Bothering my mind
I left them all behind

A Flower That Sears In Silence (Jill Corey)

In this smile
You'll see my suffering
In this tears, my cruelty
My majesty
A flower that sears in silence
For whom Lord loves
Vanish
Too soon
"A flame that still burns
those candles that don't waste
just know that anything is dark
nothing is darker than dark
Stop to seek me!" (Stop to haunt me)
Will they fill with wine our empty veins?
Will we paint with silver our fragile white skins?
And we'll die to be born again together, my love...
or my chant will be left without rhyme
"Please, my love, find a place to hide
Far from me and far from the light"
Now sleep...sleep...
And I will too
Anyway, anywhere
Immortality
Laughter and distress and wrath
In this years my agony
The sympathy
still torments me
my pain will live
in your own death

Worship Depraved (Arsis)

Stained by the wine
A celebration guilt in ordinary time
Profaneness enshrine, the abode of the blessed
Abode of the blessed
And we shall be the bearers
Of the untainted darkness
That descends for all time

Let Mary sleep forever
Sordid dreams, she must be bound
Once faithful followers scream
"Set Barabbas free!"

The chilling chants of the carcass choir
Rosaries inverted and strung upon the razor wire
Scream out, and proudly wear the mark
We, the bearers of the untainted dark

So stain the cloth forever
Sordid dreams of lust be bound
Commence the ceremony
For at dusk we shall worship depraved


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