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Mountain of Rice
02:17
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Why don’t you count that rice ?
One little grain at a time
You might get further than this
Now play out your mental disk of all the Noise pollution
More more visual confusion consuming
Of the things that they need you to buy.
Go on and count that rice,
Instead of wasting time watching youtube,
Videos you know you don’t like
Hours and hours go by
Imagine all the rice
That could have been
More more visual confusion consuming
Of the things that they need you to buy.
Oh yeah the power is ours
They need you to buy and buy
But bud you choose what you buy
Don’t let them feed you a lie
You know more than you think you do
BP, Total, Shell, Coca-cola, Monsanto, Nestle, Google and Nike.
I’d rather mount that rice
At least I’d get a bowl
That is accounted for
No fraud and no surprise
Children when they play
They don’t play with lives
More more visual confusion consuming
Of the things that they need you to buy. BP, Total, Shell, Coca-cola, Monsanto, Nestle, Google and Nike.
Walmart, Glencore, ICBC, Exxon, and Apple,
They can only sell if you choose to buy
They can only sell if you choose to open an eye.
They can only sell if you choose to open an eye.
The power is ours.
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Buildings with high heels on they stand alone
Their eyes are closed, doors are shut
there’s no one home x2
I look at my toes,
They’re hugging and kissing the grass,
And my body also melts in the earth
And now my hair also blends in the emerald and I look at the tiny grass, it’s hugging my little feet in the hugging ceremony that’s when they laugh at me Ha Ha Ha
But the trees are tall enough, to cover them,
Those pompous, imposing, pretentious
Buildings with high heels on
Buildings with high heels on
Buildings with high heels on they stand alone
Their eyes are closed, doors are shut There’s no one home x4
No one home everyone gone,
No one home everyone gone
In the big city there is nobody,
No one home everyone gone
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3. |
To Lela
02:17
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How can I try my best,
And still make it all a mess?
Tis like walking in the dark,
My eyes trying to see a spark
But I love you so
And it pains me so
When you tell me it doesn’t show
Cos it means I’ve done
Something terribly wrong
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4. |
Swimming in my Hair
02:21
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Don’t need you to know how to tell the time
Since I’m in the moment the time is mine
Let yourself be guided by the flow
Don’t need to know where we’ll go
Together we row in rhythm
We got time to share
My hand in the water’s writing insignificant words
Your hand swimming in my hair
My hand in the water’s writing insignificant words
Don’t need you to know how to tell the time
Since I’m in the moment the time is mine
Don’t think we won’t see any rocks,
They knock, block create quite a shock
If we hold on tight we might not fall
Let’s go we can see the boat, see the sunset at sea
Chords will show us and bells will chime
Since I know the chorus the line is mine
Don’t need you to know how to tell the time
Since I’m in the moment the time is mine
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5. |
Remember Me
03:11
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6. |
Rain
03:39
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Rain don’t taste like tears x2
But them smiles they taste like the sun x2
Wash your sorrows and let them sink T
he earth will feed on it till the brink brink brink of light will appear
till the sunlight will be here
don’t suffer from the
Oï do do lé mili bojé
Oï do do do do lé
Oï do do lé mili bojé
Oï do do do do lé
Nasha Doda boga moli
Oï do do do do lé
Oï do do lé mili bojé
Do o o o do
Rain don’t taste like tears x2
But them smiles they taste like the sun x2
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7. |
Time You Old Gipsy Man
02:15
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Time, You Old Man
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?
All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best,
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing.
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may,
Time, you old gypsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
Last night in Rome, Morning, and in the crush
Under Paul's dome; Under Pauls' dial
You tighten your rein - Only a moment,
And off once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb.
Time, you old gypsy man, Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?
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8. |
La Misma Luz
03:50
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Tu, tu lo llamas dios,
Yo, yo lo llamo vida
Que importa que sea
Mano o que sea cruz
Todos buscamos la misma luz.
Tu que hablas de blasfemia
Y tu que dices que hay que
Salvar mi alma
Dejame caminar por mi sendero
Que aunque tropieze
Me hace sentir lijero
Tu, tu lo llamas...
No creas que estoy perdido
Que ando entre tinieblas
No me veas en los infiernos
Ni me predigas calamidades
Tus miedos fueron guerras
Atrocidades, locuras y tu
Insensatez tu oscurida
Prediciendo siempre
La misma luz
Tu, tu lo llamas...
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9. |
Building Ouverture
02:06
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10. |
Priviledged
03:43
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Why is it so hard...
To do..
Why is it so hard...
To feel..
They call me priviledged,
But I was born this way
They call me priviledged
And I have lost my way.
So many things that
I thought I could
Could be a nurse, chef, painter, president too,
but now
who is who ?
I am free what is this force ?
Stopping me x4
Why is it so hard...
To do...
Why is it so hard...
To feel...
Never been so free, but my cage
grows stronger
Virtual vicinity visibly attracts the I in Liar
Don’t tell me that I am not trying,
That just makes me
Better at lying,
Who do you think that you are ?
I am free what is this force ?
Stopping me x4
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11. |
Wayo Mama
03:06
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Wayo Mama,
Wayo Papa x2
(ritournelle)
Ne me parles pas d’identité
Moi je te parle batarsité
On me demande d’où je viens
Moi seule connais mon chemin
Wayo Mama, Wayo Papa
Don’t ask me where I am from
Ask where I call my home
J’ai un pied dans deux pays
Mais moi je suis née ici
On me demande d’où je viens
Je suis entre le soir et le matin
Wayo Mama, Wayo Papa x2
Soy de aqui, de alla,
Entre el sol y la tierra
Nous les hommes créons frontières
Qui ne sont que des barrières
Tant d’arbres croulent sous nos pieds
Mais toujours autant de sans papiers
Pourquoi Mama, Pourquoi papa
Il souffre tout sa vie
Mais pour moi c’est gratuit
Je suis qui je decide être
D’aucune terre je serais maître
On nous demande d’où nous venons
Le monde entier c’est notre maison
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12. |
Ukulele Song
09:50
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Easy go easy
Go easy easy easy x2
When was the
When was the last we stopped
Doing nothing at all
How did we let this get
This far ?
Easy go easy
Busy busy x4
When was the
When was the last time
We looked at clouds passing by
How did we get so lonely, so shy
C’est l’histoire d’une jeune fille qui sort dans la rue
Elle est pas habillée en rouge et ya pas de loup
Mais ya pleins de gens qui courent
Alors elle decide de courir
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Luna Silva & The Wonders Paris, France
Luna est sa musique : des racines aux ramifications multiples proposées comme une évidence. C’est une musique métissée : anglais, français et espagnol portent les émotions, la quête de spiritualité ou les revendications sociales de cette jeune femme de 25 ans. Le résultat : une voix chaude et profonde surfant sur des compositions instrumentales au rythme impeccable. ... more
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