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Robert OpeNightmare
02:59
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Massive world destruction with passive word infection
Nothing could be free without the price to pay
Good intentions could be bad solution
Robert with the Manhattan project are one exemple
Ten thousand people are singing in the walhalla
Ten thousand people enjoy their chemical therapy
Ten thousand people are missing in their family
Ten thousand people enjoy their nuclear trash
It's a race to the nuclear domination
Nothing could stop this amazing ignition
The green revolution is almost a vision
Hippies must go back in the future
Watching a movies is the safety solution
Until the end of the world’ salvation
Drinking ten thousand strong beers
With your best friends in a few minutes
Could be the better way, yes oh yes
To blow away himself, yes oh yes
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2. |
Queen of the Red Fang
02:42
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I have nothing to explain
Why the sound of the rain
Push my soul to the sun
And soiled my body
I have bonding my art
By the way you are
Many screams and tears
Are singing along
I stop my treatment months ago
Cause nothing replace
The breath of living
My chemical addiction
Push me on the top the roof
All is all right
I trip anymore, still fussy
My pills in my mouth
Bring me out
The real meaning of this song
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3. |
Les Corps
03:28
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Les corps se comptent par milliers
Trépanés par la finance en transe
La violence du silence me terrasse
Et je me régale de cette pestilence
Trop tard, trop tard, le monde se remplit de barbares
Trop tard, trop tard, le monde se garnit de connards
Frappe du sceau de l’angoisse
Les populations tardent à l’action
Frontal ou bien mental
Psychique ou bien mystique
Trop tard, trop tard, le monde est remplit de couards
Non pas que l’on ne puisse
Pas se tromper plus d’une fois
Profite de l’innocence
En pleine conscience de la chance cynique
D'être dans ce monde en panique
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4. |
Dominik
03:27
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No fear no shame for this man
This vicious guy is lost
He still can’t remember
Feeling never comes again
He feel like cute super hero
In violent fight
He still want to forget
Feeling never comes again
Never too late fuck
To take a whore
Is just a game
I’m feeling God
I just wake up what happen during the night
Black sweet woman walks in the room dressed in white
I feel growing my dick and raising up the sheets
I’ll always be not guilty
I’ll always be not guilty
This country will follow
this big comedy masquerade
I’ feel like gonzo clown
catch in the best scene
No shame, no fear
no tears, no pain
You can turn off your television
curtains falling down
The tits, the boobs
Are bouncing on my head
It’ just a game, I'm feeling god
I’m super lier
I’m super cheater
I’m super Man
Never to late fuck
To take a whore
I just wake up what happen during the night
Black sweet woman walks in the room dressed in white
I feel growing my dick and raising up the sheets
And This Man says not guilty
And This Man says not guilty
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5. |
Lying in the dead grass
02:31
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Lying in the dead grass
Face to the ground
Burnt by the hot wind
My back to the sun
Ultraviolet rays have no compassion
They fall like a burning hungry rain
Without the pain
That could be cool
The bullet in my head is ringing
The bullets in my legs are dancing
The bullet in my dick is singing
The bullets in my body are living
That could be fun in a video game
That could be fun in an action movie
But I'm just a lonely soldier
Alone in a flat field
I’m gonna die alone
In this (virtual) battlefield
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6. |
3 Maidens
02:40
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I feel the nails that are scratching, bleed my skin
I feel the violence is soiling all my holes
I’m still a maid
Hiding my face
Behind a mask
Preparing revenge
Here’s my wound
I’m retaining my tears
I wait for time to fight
And kill you for your sins
Witch, I try
To gather the three ones
I know that with my maids
We’ll torture you until you die
You did’nt break my soul
I’m strong in my brain
I’m gonna break something
That you made me, what is wrong ?
And we will push you, swine
The witch (will) guide my hand
Expiring your last breath
You soiled the three Maidens
Within in our eyes
Hell arise
I wash our hearts again
We are the three Maidens
I’m looking for
A world without a rape
And will to live again
We are the three Maidens
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7. |
Fuck off the Mayas
02:57
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We start the night in a full happiness
Nothing will undelight this biblical mess
Mother and sister forget their hurt
Brother and father share their hurt
It is time of left the world
And no regret about this fucking age
We digging our holes ourself
Since a very, very long time
I read the ancient signs
The meaning was clear to me
We all soon will die
Apart for those who hide
It is time of left the world
And no regret about this fucking age
We digging our holes ourself
Since a very, very long time
In a couple of days
Earth will be be blown away
The Mayas' timeline stops
I'll burn burn like a doll
It is time of left the world
And no regret about this fucking age
We digging our holes ourself
Since a very, very long time
Fuck of the Mayas
They tried to kick my ass
Fuck of the Mayas
I'll survive their lies !
It is time of left the world
And no regret about this fucking age
We digging our holes ourself
Since a very, very long time
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8. |
Break me down
02:00
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I don’t want you to talk no more, I loose control
Don’t wanna loose my neeeerve
I stay alone and breath you’re silent and it’s well
Don’t wanna hear you no moooore
Don’t wanna use my brain,
I want you to shut uuup
You gonna break me down
You gonna break me
You break me, you break me, you break me down
Break me dooown
You break me, you break me, you break me down
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The Fall of Hyperion – A Dream - CANTO I
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave
A paradise for a sect; the savage too
From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep
Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not
Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf
The shadows of melodious utterance.
But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die;
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams,
With the fine spell of words alone can save
Imagination from the sable charm
And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say,
'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?'
Since every man whose soul is not a clod
Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved
And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse
Be poet's or fanatic's will be known
When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.
John Keats - 1819
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10. |
DIY 2.0
04:16
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ROBERT OpeNightmare Toulouse, France
Ce power trio toulousain pratique depuis plus de 20 ans un power rock massif influencé par tout ce qui peut engendrer une
réaction en chaîne : du punk rock d'où il tire ses origines en passant par le stoner et tous ses dérivés. On peut situer le groupe quelque part entre Therapy? et Danko Jones avec une pointe de Mastodon.
Sept albums et plus de 300 dates à travers toute l’Europe
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