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Le rockrider
00:36
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FLAT TIRES, SHOT UP BRAKE
A HIGH SADDLE FOR HIS TINY SHANKS
RUSTY CHAINS, CRAPED TREADLE
A ROTTEN BIKE AND HIS WASTED BOY
RAINING SO HARD, 3 A.M
GOOD TIME FOR A BEER
NOW HE’S ALONE AND MUST GO KIP
HE’D PREFERED TO DUMP HIS BIKE IN THE STREET
HOW HE CAN GET BACK TO HIS LAIR?
HE TRIES TO START A PLATEFORM LIFT
THE WHOLE NEIGHBORDHOOD JUST YELLS AT HIM
NOW IT’S JUST A PEDESTRIAN
WITH IGUANA EYES, FULL PUKE SWEATER
HE TOOK A SLEEP ON A FOOTBALL FIELD
HE TOOK A SLEEP ON A FOOTBALL FIELD
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2. |
La buteille d'eau
00:43
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FILL BOTTLE WITH GASOLINE AND OIL
INSERT ONE HALF OF THE WICK INTO THE MIXTURE AND WRAP THE NECK WITH IMPREGNATED RAG
LIGHT THE WICK AND THROW IT AT THE TARGET
BURN THE TANKS, BURN THE FEDS, BURN YOUR CITY HALL
AND THE POLICE STATION PLACE
BURN YOUR HOUSE, BURN YOUR TIES, AND YOU CAN BURN THE CASH YOU’VE SAVED FOR SUNNY DAYS
SOONER, THERE WILL BE MORE MOLOTOV THAN WATER BOTTLE
LATER IT WILL REMAIN MORE ASHES THAN GREEN PLAINS
THIS FUCKING WORLD IS GLOWING BY THE LAW OF THE FOLLEST
SOONER THERE WILL BE MORE MOLOTOV THAN HUMANS
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3. |
Le temps d'un gaffeur
00:53
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HOW MANY TIMES YOU NEED TO WRITE A SONG?
TO FIND SOME FANCY CHORDS, AND A PRETTY AIR OF VOICE
VERSE CHORUS VERSE, IT TAKES YOU ALL DAY LONG!
LET US SHOW YOU HOW MARTO WRITES A «GOOD» SONG:
THE DRUMMER NEEDS HIS ADHESIVE-ROLL
HE GOES TAKE IT IN HIS CAR
FIFTY SECONDS LATER, HE COME BACK TO THE CAVE
THE GUITARIST PLAYING TWO NOTES, AND SINGER SHITS HIS PANTS
AND NOW, GIGANTIC BASSIST STARTS TO THROW A
FUCKING GAME OF DARTS // NO REFEREE
AND WE DRINK A LOT, AND FUCK THE RAT,
AND DESTROY THE PLASTERBAND // AND WE DON’T CARE
THE FMV IS BROKEN, THE CARPET IS GROSS
WE JUST SWIM IN A SEA OF CANS // AND IN A THIG FOG
AND WE BLAST, SCREAM AND SHOUT,
AND PLAYING SOME RANDOM NOTES // AND THAT’S ALL!
HOW MANY TIMES YOU NEED TO WRITE A SONG?
TO FIND SOME FANCY CHORDS, AND A PRETTY AIR OF VOICE
VERSE CHORUS VERSE, IT TAKES YOU ALL DAY LONG!
THIS IS HOW MARTO WRITE A «GOOD» SONG!
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4. |
Le bâton errant
00:39
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ON HIS SHORT, HIS LITTLE DICK IS WOKE UP
HE SEARCH HIS PREY OF THE DAY, LIKE EVERY DAY
LOOK AROUND! HE PROWLS LIKE THE DEVIL
WHICKEDNESS INSTEAD OF THE BRAIN
STALKER ! HIS FAVOURITE TARGETS ?
HELPLESS WOMAN, TREATED LIKE MEAT
HE NEEDS HIS SHOT OF DOMINATION
THROUGH HIS HANDS, MANLINESS AT ITS PEAK
BASTARD!
WE SHIT ON HIM, HIS COCK CUT OFF
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5. |
L'enclume
01:04
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FAINTNESS, AM I STILL IN REHAB?
THE TIME IS LONGER WHEN YOU LIVE THE NIGHT
I’M FELLING STUFFED, MY HEAD CRUSH IN MY ARMS
WHAT I HAVE DONE? I THINK I RELAPSED IN MY DARK SIDE
THE PRONOUNCED TASTE OF ALCOHOL IN MY MOUTH
MY BLOODSHOT EYES STARING INTO NOTHING
MY SHAKING HANDS AND THIS NOISE IN MY FUCKING SKULL
WHAT I HAVE DONE ?
NO MORE DRUGS NO MORE BOOZE IT’S WAS JUST A FUCKING LIE
I HAVE A FUCKING HANGOOVER, A SORE IN CROOK OF ARM
A BURN SCRATCH IN THE NOSE AND AN ANVIL IN MY MIND
MY HEART...IS RUNNING...AS FAST AS USAIN BOLT
LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, YOUR PALS ARE ALSO BE DRUNKED
I TAKE, I TAKE, JUST A LAST BEFORE WE GONE
ALWAYS FAR BEYOND THE REASON, PARTY COULD HAVE BEEN FUN
I’M LEFT ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
NOW SHALL THY BOUNDS BE SET
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6. |
La pointe
01:22
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ON HIS TRUCK, THERE’S MANY MODELS LYING ON THE TABLE,
PRESCHOOL LEVEL
ON HIS NOSE, THERE ARE THE BIGGEST GLASSES WHO WAS NEVER DONE, TELECOPE STYLE
IN YOUR MIND YOU THOUGHT HE SPEAK ABOUT A TRAIN AS A SPEEDBALL, FOLLOW THE RAILROAD
THIS LITTLE VOICE WHISPERING DOES NOT COME FROM HIS WORK’S HEADSET
TOTALLY STONE ! HEATING MARCEL !
HORN’S NOISE, STUDIO TAKES OFF
THE NERD INHALED TOO HARD THE VOLCANO’S SMOKE
THE OTHER ONE TESTING LIFE SIZE EXPERIENCES IN POWDERLAND
EASIER THAN SCHOOL, LEARN, ERASE
ONCE AGAIN IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE
HIGHEST THAN SPACE, STONE AS FUCK
IT’S FUCKING NOT ROCKET SCIENCE, MAN
FATHER? TELL ME WHY THIS JERKS ON TV
TAKE THE TRAIN BY THEIR CONK
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7. |
La sbitdan
00:25
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REMOVE THIS OLD BUTTON, TAKE NEEDLE AND THREAD
SEW NEW ONE TIGHTLY, WEAKBELLY STITCH POINT
LUBRICATE THE ZIPPER, WITH SOAP AND GRAPHITE
AND BUY A NEW BELT, OR BUMPKIN’S SUSPENDERS
NOBODY WANT TO SEE YOUR LITTLE ONE
UNDER THE LIGHTS
A SCENIC PRANK DOES NOT HIDE YOUR BAD GROOVE
AND YOUR RED EYES
NAKED ASS ON THE STAGE
DON’T PUT THE BLAME ON THE FUCKING SOUND ENGINEER
IF YOUR BAND IS CRAPPIER THAN YOUR UNDERPANT
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8. |
La tension
00:54
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TWO HUNDRED TWENTY VOLTS
FINGERS ON THE PLUG
GET READY TO PLAY TO THE CHESNUTGAME
SHOCK IN VEINS,
RIGHT HAND STUCK UP IN HOLES OF FAME , AND LEFT ONE THUMB UP
I FEEL MY EYES POPPIN'OUT MY FACE
TOTALLY TENSE, A LICHTENBERG ON SKIN
I'TS SUCKS! NOW I'M DEAD AND AWAY
I LEFT THIS SHINDIG FOR THIS CLOUDIEST PLACE!
THAT'S PISS ME OFF! TWO CRIPPLED COME ON MY WAY
A RED DRESSED BOY AND HIS BEARDED PAL GAY, THEY TOLD ME:
«WHY DON'T YOU NEVER PLAY CHESS? AND ALWAYS CHOOSE THE ROAD TO DEAL WITH DEATH?»
I SAID TO THEM «FUCK! I'M NOT A PAWN OR A KNIGHT YOU CAN ROQUE»
THEY KICKED ME DOWN, AND I JUST GOT BACK IN THE GAME
TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND VOLTS, LICKING ALL THE WIRES
I WANT TO EXPLOSE MY RECORD/ TEN-SION
RAGGED SKIN, MOLTEN BONES,
MY BRAIN IS COMIN'OUT MY SOCKET/ TEN-SION
MY HEART IS ON FIRE LIKE INDIANA JONE’S RITUAL,
THE BLACKOUT WILL GET SOON
I FEEL MY SOUL GETTING OUT MY CHEST
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9. |
La gummolle
01:14
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OUR THREE SCAREDY PALS TAKE ROAD TO SLEAZYTOWN
THEY THINK THEY’LL MAKE A SHOW, BUT GO TO SOLVE A CRIME
MYSTERY MACHINE, WITH PANTHER’S FLYWHEEL,
PARKS JUST IN FRONT OF THE SQUAT
NO PUNKS IN PUBLIC, NO MONEY FOR THE BAND
ONLY TWO POOR GUYS WITH UGLY METAL HEADS
THEY EXPLAIN IT WAS DIE SCHEISSE, CREATURES STRIKE AGAIN
THEY NEED THE CHAMPION’S SQUAD TO CLEAN UP THE PLACE
PROTON-PACK ON BACK, THEY’RE READY FOR THE FIGHT
THERE ARE MONSTERS AND VAMPIRES HIDDEN IN THE HALLWAY
UNDEADS AND DEMONS HAVE INVADED THE BACKSTAGE
KRAKEN AND GORGON ARE FLOATING ON TOILETS
DRAGONS AND WIZARDS ARE WORKING HAND-TO-HAND
BUT MONSTERS ARE BEATEN : SCOOBY SNACK
LIKE ALL THE GUMMO’S SHOWS, NO ONE LEFT AT THIS END
ALL THE CREATURES ARE CAUGHT, TWINED AT A CHAIR
THEY’RE TRYING TO SELL THEIR MERCH, NOBODY FUCKING CARES
NOW IT’S TIME TO TAKE OFF THE MASKS...
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10. |
L'oubli
00:52
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NEVER FORGET
HE SEEMS TOO THIN, HE SEEMS TO WEAK
A NEGATIVE CREEP SHEARED AT THE SEAMS
PAIN IN HEAVEN, PAIN IN HEAVEN, SELFISH
PAIN IN HEAVEN, THIS IS OUT OF OUR REACH
UNDER THE GRASS, UNDER THE FLOWERS, LOCKED IN A DAZE BOX
UNDERNEATH THE BRIDGE, UNDERNEATH THE CEILLING
HE’S TRAPPED
BLANKET OF ASHE IN THE GROUND
HE MISS THE COMFORT IN BEING SAD
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11. |
La fuite
00:38
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YOU !BONES!
WHO MOSHING LIKE SUCKER
YOU BETTER RUN AWAY
WE ARE NOT YOURS BROTHERS,
IF WE CATCH YOU, WE WILL USE OUR BRICKS
TO SPREAD OUT YOUR IDEAS
FROM YOUR BRAIN TO THE TAR
GET OUT WITH YOUR MATE
AND BRING THEM TO THE CLIFF
THEN JUMP INTO THE VOID
BE DEAD IT WAS JUST YOU SUPOSSED TO BE
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12. |
La G...P
00:55
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BEAUTIFUL BLUE SQUAD LINED UP IN FRONT OF US
ALL THE TRUNCHEONS ARE READY TO SMASH LOT OF SKULLS
ONE JERK EVERY METERS, BETWEEN ‘HE TWO A CRAP
BLOODY SKEWERS OF WANKERS, HANDS ON THE HOLSTER
MORONS START CHARGE ON US
IF YOU’RE BLACK, THEY WILL ARREST YOU , BAD COPS
IF YOU’RE ARAB, THEY WILL BEAT YOU, BAD COPS
IF YOU’RE A GIRL, THEY WILL KICK YOU, BAD COPS
IF YOU’RE A CHILD, THEY WILL GAS YOU, BAD COPS
THE POLICE IS THE PLAGUE
BAD COPS ARE ALWAIS ON THE TAKE
BUT WHAT DID YOU EXPECT FROM THE MONEY THEY MAKE
WHETER IN CAR, ON FEET OR ON A HORSE
THEY DON’T FUCKING MIND USING EXCESSIVE FORCE
ALWAIS WANTING TO TAKE REFUGE BEHIND JUSTICE
POLICE ARE THE DISEASE OF THIS CENTURY
INSTEAD OF HELPING THEY HANDCUFF DRY,
PEPPERSPRAY IN OUR EYES
PROTECT AND SERVE IT’S JUST A LIE, BAD COPS
LURE OF POWER : THE ONLY THING THAT MAKE THEM HARD
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MARTO Lille, France
Powerviolence.2021
Drum : Adrien
Guitar : Vin's
Vocals : David
Bass : Benben
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