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Cemetery Blues

by Attack Of The Microphone

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1.
El Carnaval de las Bestias 03:58
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Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. From the memory to the skull. Roll. Roll. Roll. Roll. Underneath the skin, there's a ghost. 'Cause it's a dead end scene, played on a dead end street... 'Cause I'm dead end meat, baring a dead end seal... Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep myself away from your walls. Bleed. Bleed. Bleed.Bleed. 'til there's not a drop remaining to fall Fuck you. I'll be holding on tight. Holding tight to that cutting glass. I'm unfit, I don't care You want it, well, it's there I'm a joker, but I don't fake I'm a thief, though I just take I could be black, man, but I'm red I won't be white until I'm dead Guess I'm wrong, if you're right Don't even need to choose a side Stripped down to the bone See your heart surrounded With tiny paper flames... Secrets sins of a soul Sink oh so low... Just to fit in the frame. Fuck you.
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Death Is A Gimmick 03:21
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Death is a gimmick My whisper was a vow of stone Hoping the night would never die I'd cancel by now My subscription to the other side I'd suck the blood out Out of my private Private afterlife Then I'd spit back The guiding lines Of any five stars religion... I'm on my way to the cage, and I... Wings of my brand new angel Wages a self destruction We will collide Once the world has won My cutup scenes orgasma Nailed to your plastic chest Set culture as a dogma Where no god is god's best The boy's never ashamed to play Truth is only what you wanna believe I'll suck what I'd like to taste I'll love what I've got to waste I'm on my way to the cage, and I... Wings of my brand new angel Wages a self destruction We will collide Once the world has won Rip off the skin of my cage To repel ghosts of my youth Poison's lying underbelly As relative as the truth Indian Summer Saints We snaked down the absolute I like that skeleton crown. D'you like that skeleton crown ?
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Peppermints & Suicides 02:16
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Plympton states. Somedays spaces. Child, my mind is a angry bitch. Crackin' a blackout-raven-smile Mirror culture's growing near You got yours man and I got mines We're suit cased anatomy Black and white suicides Kiss, kiss, bang, bang Hush, hush, baby, baby, Bye bye Paper hearts. Random fates. Peppermints for sunny days. Pins and needles for the sake. Pills and bullets for a day. I got yours now And you have mines We're suit cased anatomy Black and white suicides
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Some Blue Nights In The Same Old Veins 03:49
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I’ll be hanging around I’ll wait ‘til my feet can touch the ground If only…
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Black On Black 03:46
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Black on black Your tongue in my eye A thousand nights a ride I'm not going back You're on the backseat of the car and it looks like they know us... They'd like to see it... But this trick, I won't do it anymore... I never delt with it I never really delt with us We cradled a bloom Raising along the hollow fangs of her jaws Leaving some feathers to fall In a fight that was already lost... At the sound of her law... I was already drifting a little too far... Black on black A new exit to follow Death makes Saints of us all So fuckin' bruised and beautiful... Black on black A new city to swallow Death makes Saints of us all Just like Jesus in a brothel Black on black This naked machine's borrowed Death makes Saints of us all So fuckin' lazy and shallow Black on Black Your tongue in my eye A thousand nights a ride I'm not coming back
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The Doom, The Loss & The Fourth Dimension / Cercueil sur mesure 04:09
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I always keep I always keep it in my pockets Some Pop Art cards To get my eyes out of their sockets Don't want to make the front page Don't want to be your bad news of the day No trans-ambulance highways No sound, no exposure, no flame Picture stars, they were passed out at the show Picture us, while someone laughs on your radio Picture you, you're so perfect but you don't know it Picture me, 'cause I'm diving into the sea And maybe god was on the phone Dealing for some hope And maybe nobody here Has got a place to go... And m-m-maybe he became ill and couldn't leave the studio... Well, wait, don't tell me... Maybe I just don't want to know... Picture stars, they were passed out at the show Picture us, while someone talks on your radio Picture you, you're so perfect but you don't know it Picture me, 'cause I should have learned how to swim... -. CERCUEIL SUR MESURE .- J'ai le souvenir de tes yeux dans les miens Fantômes au voyage sans lendemain Quand chaque minute défilait Valsant sous les vertiges d'un ciel de blessures Ou mes stigmates s'écartelaient En fruits orphelins de ta morsure Pour laisser pendre une lèvre bavant le sang Sur les reflets vacillants de ta figure... Il faisait froid La langue au palet Pas de Roi, Plus qu'un valet Et les heures passaient Et me détruisaient Petit à petit Dans le coin d'une nuit La tête contre le mur Le cœur en coupures Tes sangsues au Bal de la Faim Dans mon cercueil sur mesure...
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Now, We Taste Like Babylon 03:59
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You and I, We're differently both the same It's a question of lust instead of fate Making love on needles and razorblades Babylon By night, Things aren't better on my side This curse is getting rational Cannot quit it, Can only bleed some more... Headrush. I used to have your color on my skin Don't need anything that I've always been And now, we taste like Babylon Slowly ruined by enigma... One of us will be scattered before dawn... Babylon Ocean roars and my kingdom crumbles Evacuate 'cause the city wall mumbles Fateful words for my monkey troubles Ejaculate on every Saint-Double Headrush. I used to have your color on my skin Don't need anything that I've always been And now, we taste like Babylon Slowly ruined by enigma... One of us will be scattered before dawn... Ashes of my flesh Flesh into the void Another night will soon forget I was forever ripped apart Babylon
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Rodeo Is Bleeding 03:40
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Oh, so strange The glimpses of this never ending love came to me... Through the shape of a sharp knife Stained with blood... I'll get you It's my last ride This could lasts for days and for nights Burn all your egos And start playing with knives Find out tomorrows Will never save your life The gates of heaven are on my way The shapes of gods move towards me If I should die before I wake I'd pray no one my soul to take I'll get you It's my last ride This could lasts for days and for nights Burn all your egos And start playing with knives Find out tomorrows Will never save your life Breaking the broken. Leave it unspoken. Blood is not a secret weapon. But the only thing that relays them to me. They are calling out my name On the other side of the gates Their whispers are the same As I'm disappearing through the rain...
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Have You Ever Danced With The Devil On A Full Moon Evening ? 04:59
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There was blood in the mixture In fact, it never tasted so good So if you're in Well, I'm out In the red light after midnight... It never felt so safe To see everyone rises up his grave It's the dead walking among the living... Gonna leave us alone Playing sticks and stones Gonna play on our own Together alone I finally fit myself But I'm not there at all I'd rather lose all myself I'd rather stay out of control So have you ever Danced with the devil On a full moon evening ? When the lights are closed Only true shadows Are still breathing... And it keeps on coming... And I keep repeating... And it keeps on coming... And I keep on coming... Gonna leave you alone Playing sticks and stones Gonna play on my own Forever alone I finally fit myself But I'm not there at all I'd rather lose all myself I'd rather stay out of control Just don't wanna fit myself
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House Of All Sins (A Cassette From The Port Of Saints) 04:30
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Fiberglass with cocaine on Jeckyll's playing glockenspiel Don't stare at the clock for now 'cause the end of the night Depends on Satan's meal Talk. Talk. Talk. Rock on. Looks like we're having a deal They'll be dropping names Like some drop bombs Like 69 reinvented the wheel... Oh, baby, baby, baby It's the perfect place Nobody knows my name Anywhere around In the Port of Saints Oh, baby, baby, baby It's the perfect place The halo of death on my fate The rope, the dope, And the sex, sex, sex Like Hyde, I told some lies Better have an eager eye Well, some of us are born to die And some of us die to get laid I'll show you how my wings are long I'll get my kick before the dawn If the record shows I'm almost done Close the book, I got another one One way, both sides My twin coma bride There are gods only Underneath the skies Oh, baby, baby, baby It's the perfect place Nobody knows my name Anywhere around In the Port of Saints Oh, baby, baby, baby It's the perfect place The halo of death on my fate The rope, the dope, And the sex, sex, sex All is over but the blues Tainted moon, tainted roots Nights I've fixed my soul In a coffee spoon Lucifer Sam sat in my room...
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Skeletons Of A Golden Dawn 03:06
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It's my shedding skin A little more I know A little more I lose And I've lost what I've shown And I've shown all of my luck See the angles of my skeleton Revealing naked bones of freedom I know how hard is the sun How soon the morning always comes... The shape, the core, the feeling you get Go tell your god you won't do this again You're living for another... Go die in some other hands... The Saints, the sinners, the less you forget The more you get Close to the edge... And it peels off the skin to another world Coma rope of indifference I'll never learn how to dance I'm better at making jokes That haven't got any sense Be happy... Don't celebrate Feel the skull underneath your face Museum of the great big ape I'll never learn how to play the game... Whatever I forgot, whoever I was It's now lost somewhere along the way Don't try to follow, don't even bother I don't mind this time to stay away
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La bête contre les murs 05:37
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Shapes of rapture around my head Have found my way for tonight The perfect suture... walls of arrogance Feels like I came here for a fight... Another magnum poetry tale that matches D.H.'s: ''Heads, you live & Tails, you die'' I'm not here to stay I'm animal baby... Your burial Come crash into me and take the fall Black is blurred, tangled down within The future never had a darker skin 'Cause I've lost control of my blood and skull Scratched some hollow sins from my four walled hopes I'm not here to stay I'm animal baby... Your burial Come crash into me and take the fall I'm living the sideshows Live it with a borrowed name Looking from a distance From another kind of frame Your all-OK overture Of course there's another way For far I knew the picture For far I knew the trail I'm not walking a line As straight as your mind
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Meat. Rump. Meat. 01:02
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Meat. Rump. Meat. Throw it away. And feed the machine.

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released October 10, 2008

Sébastien Thibault - Drums
Pierre Paradis - Guitare
Jonathan Lebreux - Guitare
Stéphanie Vézina - Guitare
Martin Bouchard - Vocals

Paroles: Martin Bouchard
Production & réalisation: Pierre Paradis & Attck
Mastering: Harris Newman
Artwork: Sébastien Thibault [ sebastienthibault.com ]

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