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• Artiste: Sole and The Skyrider Band
• Titre: Good Bacteria
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Lift us up with the white crows, please Make a record for the mud, there are no streets Please don't feed the beast Promises of peace No keys to the cage Ice age too late to call, kill the will and fill the colon Vowels I swallow See in you in the gallows Or see you in the shallows Where I stay so dark can't see my hand in front of my face Then again I can't feel my gut And when I hit the concrete I didn't even feel a thing I don't feel like singing, I feel like murdering a king Good old way, town square with no Napoleons present Only the natural law, every stroke sovereign My hardened heart sucks ammos in Send the men to judge a man who doesn't even breathe the same air as them The US mint, the zip codes, the clean pants, the well groomed The perfect stance to hold and cigarette In the cancer ward they'll be no time for tongues tied Hot wired empty coffins riding off on shrunken horses Empty voices rinding all through the saloon You wanna dine with the devil? You're gonna need a long spoon This is the salt in the water cooler This is where fool gold goes when it dies This is the doctor gone shopping This is the monkey with the walking stick This is for all the bleeding rocks This is for all the sleeping clocks This is for the grain of sand that blinds a child so he can join a crowd No goals, no gold Streets paved with hot coals Lost souls go to drown in inhuman human holes It's me and my pendulum, we out for blood That's dry the day it hits the needle This is where I learned to play the smallest violin Out in the woods with crickets You can pile us in or size us up, it's madness in a cup Fly in the soup can't sing the blues Nor can I approve of the past We already through the looking glass Where dust is born All the facts resent us too And so on fire, keep on throwing them toothpicks Wake up smothered My mind been gone since Naam Before I was born, I was napalm Before I was napalm, I was C4 Once I was a wheel, now I'm steel When everything's a plenty, nothing is real There's sleep to loose A single set of tracks through the sands The planet stirs We've no use for plans in hur We've no use for hands no more We've no use for friends no more Sit in the city and watch the city devour us all Shiva's gone shopping Mother Gia's gone shitting A hundred light years and running I lost my Obama button Good bacteria fights good bacteria Bad bacteria becomes good bacteria