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Ashore
04:19
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So you where driving, You were looking so far away.
And I was hoping, to keep rolling as long as we can.
From what we are now to what we were then Keep going away.
And nothing will be left ashore And no one will be left here anymore.
The wind was blowing.
The sun was burning. Keep going away.
So now I’m driving, you’re getting sleepy Slowly going away.
And nothing will be left ashore
And no one will be left here anymore
And nothing will be left ashore
And no one will be left here anymore
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Wheels Screaming
04:10
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I’m breathing already too hard to get trough
This race just starting
And I’m bleeding leaving behind me the map
Of my coming and goings
I’m bleeding
Fading
There are coming
I’m haunted by all those things they might do
And I’m running despite that I know they’ll get to
Me wherever that I will go to
My heart is pounding, my legs wearing, they are coming!
I’m bleeding
Fading
There are coming
Wheels screaming
Wheels screaming
So they set the target to all left behind
Eating whatever that i ever was
Leaving me with no maps to know who I was.
There coming!!
I’m fading
Bleeding
There coming
Wheels screaming
Wheels screaming
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Petty Little Tools
04:25
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Petty little tools, the ones you use building your heist.
Hammering what is loose, sowing between those lies.
Circular spaceship fools, nothing is ever as you find.
Ladder of narrow views, flying right trough your mouth.
I won’t back down. Where are the skies.
Whatever’s left is loose, when you look trough polarized light.
That is nothing new in the land we are searching the skies.
And I won’t back down where are the skies.
But those times are gone and we still find.
An estrange light only seen at night.
Where the watches are gone, we don’t mind.
Where my head is unscrewed and we feel the light.
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4. |
Raised
05:42
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Silhouettes and shadow frames
Roulette and blindfold games
Handcuff and velvet drapes
Reddish hue my sleeping aid
you wake, you crave, you take, you ache,
you hail, you hate, you brake, you make,
you fake, you scare, you let, you yell,
You serve, you guess
you’re drowning
Empty hallways, smoky haze
Window pounding sound of the crave
you wake, you crave, you take, you ache,
you hail, you hate, you brake, you make,
you fake, you scare, you let, you yell,
You serve, you guess
you’re drowning
And nothing will ever be raised
no, nothing will ever be raised
Headless bodies are to pay
Shameless pleasures on the ledge on the pain
you wake, you crave, you take, you ache,
you hail, you hate, you brake, you make,
you fake, you scare, you let, you yell,
You serve, you guess
you’re drowning
And nothing will ever be raised
no, nothing will ever be raised
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OOzE Alma, Québec
The band was formed in october 2016 in Alma Québec and started right away to create original music. There is Philippe Belley on guitar and vocals, Louis Brouillette on guitar, Michael Bouchard on bass and Christian Tremblay on drums. We just got back to basics sleezy guitars , solid rythm section and four guys in a garage. ... more
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