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Ride at Night
03:52
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Ride at night, to feel the wind on my face
My skin is dry; I’m flying out of space
Ghostriders in the light of the moon
Free street, 20 degrees slope and the breeze
We get high as we reach top speed
Keep on dancing with your feet
No more concentration just kill it, kill it
On the mountain top, see the city and let your body crash down
Till the end of the ride at night
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout the rest of the world, the world
Ride at night, to feel the wind on my face
My skin is dry; I’m flying out of space
A shiver rises to the top of my head
Ride at night, to feel the wind on my face
Sharp curves of pavement that passes below
Riding requires a completely different part of my brain
And it just makes me want to stay here all night
it spins my head around, Admiring the,
Landscape as it flits past me
It’s a crazy feeling, Gravity’s taking control
The rational part of my head shuts down.
And I don’t give a fuck ‘bout the rest of the world, the world.
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Rest Your Mind
04:04
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The sky is wide… Don’t fall.
Lets just share, this present that we’ve had
To be billion heads, knowing the same fact
That we’ll never understand why
Something’s sleeping in my thoughts
Answers you’ve been looking for
Rest your mind this time,
You are trying to explain
Things that we don’t understand
After all who can
Some will hurt…and it’s wrong
They keep inside the dark, that’s been there all along
We wouldn’t last so long by ourselves
So please, don’t stay alone
Something’s sleeping in my thoughts
Answers you’ve been looking for
Rest your mind this time
You are trying to explain
Things that we don’t understand
After all who can
I’m here to hold your hand
How can everyone pretend?
And try to face it all alone.
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I can almost feel their heat on my cheeks,
I can almost feel them breathing in my ears,
Remembering me that something’s still alive,
Remembering me that some things never die.
Memories come to me. Please.
Memories come to me.
(Aaah) x2
I can almost feel their hands on my chest,
I can almost hear their voices in my head,
Telling me that something’s still alive,
Telling me that some things never die.
Memories come to me. Please.
Memories come to me.
(Aaah) 2x
It’s the only thing that you are now,
It's the only thing that’s left of you.
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4. |
House of Cards
04:15
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I knew things but I forgot them
Guess they were written into the sand
Now that the breeze blew them away
I’m hoping that they’ll come back again
To enlighten me, but now
I don’t remember, I can’t remember, why I’m here
But doubts come again in my head
Fire on my house of cards
But doubts come again in my head
And I can’t remember how,
I got lost through books and tales
Where I found my own fake truth
I stack the pieces into my frame
Made of precast beliefs
To keep me safe, but now
I don’t remember, I can’t remember, why I’m here
But doubts come again in my head,
Fire on my house of cards
But doubts come again in my head
And I can’t remember how,
To build myself again, to build myself again,
To build myself again, to build myself x2
To build myself again!
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Clowns and Inventors
04:36
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Look at the stage honey,
That is a funny scene
A man building up smiles,
Shining through miles.
The crowd booed loudly,
At his futility,
What do you want to do when you’ll grow old?
What do you think this world needs?
The world needs you,
The world needs us.
Look at the stage honey,
That is a funny scene,
A man building up planes,
To drop bombs on his country lane.
The crowd applauded loudly,
At his ingenuity,
What do you want to do when you’ll grow old?
What do you think this world needs?
The world needs you,
The world needs us.
Sometimes I wonder,
Who is the clown,
And who is the inventor.
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Lying Diary
04:14
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Even if you know the truth
Will you show some sympathy?
Even if I am exposed
Are you going to accept me?
I need
Even if my dad’s alive
And I was never in the army
Even if it’s not my name
Will you still call me?
I need
I need to find myself
Even if reality is a blank
That I keep in my lying diary
Today I’m an astronaut
Tomorrow I’m, mister nobody,
I need
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So High, So Low
05:00
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Irritated knees and bowed heads,
Throats made sore by holy words’ smoke,
Hands pointing at the Sacred ceiling,
So high, So low.
Soft whispers from a distant war,
Flying ideas from a known paradise,
Thick blinders and shrunken minds,
So high, so low.
Brains stiffened by inaction,
Exhausted bodies and dirty hands,
Eyes reddened by the screen’s glow,
So high, so low.
Connected humans and hot copper,
A web covering the entire globe,
Leaving it more divided than ever,
So high, so low.
Make sure my attention is away from this theater, this sad theater
especially the scene where I realize, I’ve been wrong, I’ve been wrong for so long.
No I don’t want to watch it; no I don’t want to watch it.
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8. |
Determined
06:40
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We are completely determined by prior causes,
Just like everything else in the world,
Just like broken glass on the floor,
Just like the nerve impulses in my brain.
Would you help me find a bit of fortuity?
I searched through time and I haven’t found any,
So I shouldn’t feel guilty,
to spill blood in your tea.
It’s the result of a preceding cause,
And the cause of a future result,
I just have to follow physical laws,
That have already shaped my own cult.
Laws that have already built my cosmos,
As well as my passions and my depressions.
Everything was predictable from the start.
The illusion of decision is convincing,
But don’t fight life’s impartial causality,
You’re just a gear in the watch,
Victim of the world’s predictability.
(Instrumental)
I dig, I dig, I dig and I dig deeper.
I’ve finally found what I was looking for,
The absolute randomness,
The fundamental randomness,
I’m stuck with a worst nausea now,
I’m free.
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We St[r]ay Montreal, Québec
We St[r]ay are a band from Quebec, Canada formed of four members whose goal is to provide original and great music to the
population. Their many influences allow them to create original songs for everyone to enjoy.
We St[r]ay est un groupe d'influences variées formé de quatre musiciens dont le but est de créer et se faire entendre autant que possible.
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