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DEADWOOD - Run Baby Run
03:15
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OMAHAS - Jonestown
03:28
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« Je me promène. Principalement, je me promène. » On a usé notre salive à parler déclassement, à se sentir nulle part chez nous et coupable de l'Histoire, et à chaque coin de rue, c'est ma lâcheté que je surprends et traîne. Quelle époque sans fête ! À refaire sans cesse l'histoire de nos défaites. Sous nos faux airs, sur nos tons de reproche, les poings serrés, à s'en percer les poches. Sous nos faux airs, au temps des regrets, les poings serrés, les poches percées. Accroche-toi à ce qui reste avant de partir, pour agir en primitif et prévoir en stratège. « Nous faisons notre chemin comme le feu ses étincelles », et besoin de personne, pour nous donner la direction du vent.
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DISTRAL - Rust
03:27
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"Out of time, out of place in my mind
Moving around, eating away my very soul
I curse it all, this enemy is my own fault
I try to run, to keep it in it's own cage
But steel will rust and one day it will be unleashed
I pray to god my child won’t see me that day
My mind starts to fade as the beast takes its place
I have no control
Once I return from depth and see the carnage
I fall down and ask why
When the judge ask what I know
I shake my head because
I have no recollection of action
of the things that I’m accused of""
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THE ARGUMENT - Revenge
01:52
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"If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
Si dans certains rêves suffocants, vous pouviez vous aussi
Marcher derrière la charrette où nous l'avions jeté,
Et voir les yeux tout blancs rouler dans son visage,
Son visage qui pend, comme celui d'un démon malade du péché ;
Si vous entendiez, à chaque cahot, le sang
Qui gargouille et s'écoule de ces poumons empoisonnés,
Cancer obscène, tel le reflux amer de plaies
Infectes et incurables sur des langues innocentes,"
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MOVE ON - Stay away
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"You try to bring me down / You ty to prove me wrong / You’re fucking kidding me / But you know you’ve got to
STAY / AWAY / FROM ME
Stay away from me, stay away from me / I don’t care about what you say / AWAY / FROM ME
You’ve got to stay away from me / You’ve got to stay away from my pride / You’ve got to stay away from my soul
And nothing’ll make me fall / I’m going back into / I’m infected by you / You’re fucking kidding me /
But you know you’ve got to / Stay away from me
YOU / ve’got to stay far / AWAY / FROM ME / You’ve got to stay far / You’ve got to stay far / Away"
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Nafout' Crew Saint Denis La Chevasse, France
L'association Nafout' Crew a été créée en 2016 par un groupe de potes.
Engagé.e.s dans
le collectif ICROACOA à Montaigu depuis nos débuts, nous avons pour but entre autres d'organiser des concerts de type Punk Hardcore, Punk Rock, Oi!, Garage, Blues ou encore Hip Hop dans la zone entre La Roche Sur Yon et Nantes (souvent au Zinor, Montaigu).
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