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The Fashion Police placed under arrest everyone I know
Put a price on your head, they're coming to town just to get you
Don't let them fool you with a nickname and a tattoo
They just keep digging for more oil and less ideas
They lie about their past, make up pretty stories to be noticed
The taste in their mouth has the flavor of their last spring break
They keep pretending to be someone they will never be
Keep giving pleasure to that uninspired society
yeah, yeah, uh uh
yeah, uh uh
yeah
The Fashion Police placed under arrest everyone I know
All singing, all dancing, dress them up like hipsters from head to toe
Teach them how to deliver the goods to the industry
Always pretending to be someone they will never be
More oil, More oil
More oil, More oil
More oil, More oil
More oil, More oil
More oil, More oil
More oil, More oil
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It was built in the sexties,
it’s not far away from town
A fireplace for a pleasant evening,
come into my stomping ground
If privacy is your thing,
this is the perfect place
A fireplace for a pleasant evening,
I can’t wait to see your face
There’s an attic and a basement,
let me show you around the house
Come on, you need to see the garden,
there’s a pool to fool around
I told you the view was outstanding,
the moon is far above the hills
You were born in the 80’s,
I hope you’ll go for thrills and chills
How could I have known,
that your one and only plan was a safety zone
called retirement.
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If you want to see the desert in the sun,
The blood red of the sky, the orange of the sand
Nothing else but dust on this bed of iron,
still another gold rush is starting on
How far away is your moon from the sun?
Where will all your money go once your feeding the ground?
You said the world was flat like animals were dumb,
Now you string along with the bees on the run
In for a penny, in for a pound,
Rocky mountains are your back up plan
So if you long to be there, boarding is at gate 751
Two moons under the moonlight
Empty seas and crystal walls
Pioneers of Martian Life
Life is always greener on the other side
How far away is your moon from the sun?
Tell me how blue is your sea? How yellow is your sun?
How far away is your moon from the sun?
Where will all your money go once you’re feeding the ground?
How far away is your moon from the sun?
I hope your trip will be worthwhile, to the back of beyond
Two moons under the moonlight
Empty seas and purple grass
Pioneers of Martian Life
Life is always greener on the other side
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I really hope you go there, before you turn 45
You got a head and heartache for quite some time
It will get better some day with someone else along the way
Been there, done that, when your hideaway is your flat
It’s time to go outside but take it slow
Time to see the world, time to grow
‘cause you’re sad all together
lonely for diner, home alone for the summer
Now it’s time for us to say goodbye,
Go to Bombay or Shangai!
and then come back to yourself and to your soul
Traveling into your true soul
Now it’s time for us to let you
go, go, go until you know, know, know …
You’ll go out dancing until the sun is shining
then you’ll have breakfast by the pier, sleep all day until the next evening
Join the navy, be a sailor, see the world around the corner
The waves will wash away the pain, wash away the grief and the grievance
Oh you’ll get to meet all kind of freaks
What got you down is just boredom
‘cause you, you’ve got a heart made for loving
You’ve got eyes screaming “I need adventure!” and a face made for dreaming
Then you’ll come back, feeling sad all together
missing the arms of your lover, still lonely for supper
Although you had a special time, both in UK and Shangaï
It’s time to come back to yourself and your household
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You turned fifteen in your twenties,
when most become adult at about that same age
That’s when you operated your first suicide mission,
sending your first missiles to yourself
Your strategy : a never ending crisis
Weapons used : endless dismissal
Diplomatic immunity has not yet reached your galaxy
Then, as the great depression started,
you took the road with your backpack of mess
And that’s when i met you,
fighting like a teenager out of time
But life is already spent
before we know what it's about
I wanted to see you
win over that cold war with yourself
The world is an unperfect place
and all the best girls were taken
A serious threat to peace
you are a serious threat to peace
You’re getting older as you speak
getting older as you speak
But one day you’ll find out
that this was just a bad episode from your life,
one of these jobs everyone gets
before getting the role of their lives
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We don't really know what we're looking for,
we're afraid to fail, not afraid to fall
And as we keep you up,we'll bring you down
We live each day like it's our last
and slowly drift away from what we call our past
And every night, we go to sleep
in different arms for them to keep
ourselves away from memories,
from the ones we love and from the things we did
And side by side, we sleep around,
we drift away all over town.
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"Earn your daily bread", they say
"Drinks and treats will come your way"
There's bread and butter in the air,
in the Cantina of Despair
Will work for food in my own time : as late as possible
So much to do, so little time before I get too old
Grow and bloom my little thoughts!
My heavenly brainchild!
There's bread and butter in the air,
in the Cantina of Despair
"Their food program is out of place
for souls over 21 grams
Slaving away too many years
is not the norm for a gourmet of life"
Grow and bloom my little thoughts!
Grow and bloom my heavenly brainchild!
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Get in! It’s a crypt and it’s a joint, It’s life without a map
The meal is on the house, the password is “neon”
It’s located by the sea, it’s hidden in the woods
It’s right over the hill, all roads lead to Rome
Get in when you’re over and done with standard living
in your town called Nadasville,
The cult of less
It is based upon a very simple scheme
The cult of less is nothing more than the new deal
cause less is more than the shadow of happiness
brought to you by color paper printed money
The cult of less is here to stay cause obviously
money cannot buy everything
Right on, they’re just a bunch of kids, but kids make a dangerous crowd
Honest as the day is long, they say no to overtime
And often they go out, and sometimes they have fun
Drinking like it is their job, embracing oblivion
(The cult of less)
It is based upon a very simple scheme
The cult of less is nothing more
than the new deal
cause less is more than the shadow of happiness
brought to you by color paper printed money
They will carve your name in wood and take your breath away
Make an upgrade on your karma, with pleasure make you stay
It’s a crypt and it’s a joint, it’s life without a map
The meal is on the house, the password is neon
(eon, eon, eon)
The cult of less is here to stay
‘cause obviously money can’t buy everything
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Demos recorded and revisited by julie in 2012.