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Emperor Tomato Ketchup (04/09/1996)
04/09/1996
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crazy, sturdy, a torpedo
crazy, brutal, a torpedo

who knows does not speak
who speaks does not know
keep the mouth closed
rounding the sharpness
untie the tangles
to be vacuous
to be infinite
leap into the void


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matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
l'enfance est plus sympathique
l'enfance apporte le magique
que faire quand on a tout fait
tout lu, tout bu, tout mangé
tout donné en vrac et en détail
quand on a crié sur tous les toîts
pleuré et ris dans les villes et en campagne
l'enfance est plus authentique
le jardin au haut portique
les pierres, lea arbres, les murs racontent
(la maison, la maison d'autrefois, la maison la maison d'avenir)
et le silence (-trera) me pénétrera


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J'ai très très peur ça c'est certain
j'ai très très peur mais beaucoup moins
que tous les gens à cette table
de mon bateau ancré profond
naviguer une direction
et aller loin


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you go in that team
i go on this team
divide everything
a flag or a number
make 'em opposites
so there's a reason
stigmatisation
ok now we can fight
divide everything
just put it all flat
justification
ok now you can fight

it is correct and reasonable

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There is no sense in being interested in
A child, a group, or in a society
There is no sense (there is no sense)
If one does not see in them before anything else
The life its capacity to be founded upon itself.
There is no sense in being interested in
An ill person or unwell a society
If one cannot believe their readiness
And their capacity for proper recovery
(Auto-production, auto-organization)


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Depuis le temps que c'est promis
nous irons tous au paradis
c'est un appel sourd une promesse
aveuglante qui noie la conscience
ce paradis me pèse, son poids
incommensurable abruti
ancrée dans des strates profondes
une pulsion des plus aliénantes
telle une fausse libération
un état de pure dépendance
le paradis est derrière moi
dans le ventre de ma maman
unchallenged myths, they lie heavy
l'imaginaire is our worse enemy
the paradise, what an idea
a guardian still on duty


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i hate to see your broken face
this world would give you anything
as long as you will want to
as long as you will want to
i hate your state of hopelessness
and that vain articulateness
your loser type wreck wanna be
not a pretty sight really
in another world it'd be funny

i hate to see your broken face
a lazy life of fatal waste
of fashionable cynicism
the poison they want you to drink
oh no man that's too easy
oh no man that's too easy
we weren't talking bout happiness
apply your leading potential
to be useful to this planet
the world would give you anything
as long as you will want to
as long as you will want to

ba da ba...

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originally this set up was to serve society
now the roles have been reversed
that want society to serve the institutions
originally, serve society, serve society,
role have been reversed
institutions, alienation


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les allées, les venues, labyrinthe, mais qu'y vois je?
la sortie, je la voie, elle est là, on est peu,
bien trop peu, au travers, murs épais je peux le faire,
faire tomber, les écrans, du trompage, du trompage

s'accrochant au vide, à de la fumée, les balles sont crevées, tout recommencer
que voudra-t-on voir, le rideau lever, le silence est d'or, je ne suis pas d'accord
ne pas faire d'effort, et beaucoup bailler, pouvoir s'élever, et vous saluer,
on n'est pas pigeon, peut-être bien des cons, la réalité, de l'autre façon


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destined, decrepit
old shrunken apple
ready for the pit
i have let you go
without forgiving

or understanding
so now you are gone
there could be nothing
you live within me
we communicate

the light it creates and the tears it generates
bring the forgivness
don't let me down now

life half sapped away
it took all that time
sice you passed away
to moisten the love

wa have forged the sought after union brought us together and the fullness
the completeness, the infinite simplicity the world offers forgivness


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what's society built on
what's society built on
what's society built on
what's society built on
it's built on, built on bluff
built on bluff, built on trust
what's society built on
it's built on, built on words
built on words, built on work

responsible for what i say
responsible for what i hush


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discovery of fire, america,
the invention of the wheel, steel work and democracy
philosophy, the soviets and other events in history of humanity
happened at a certain given moment in time

won't go back to the days couldn't even start a fire
won't go back to the days america'd not been discovered
the transition has been operated for ever
what had gone on before from what there'd been after


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You and me are moulded by things
Well beyond our acknowlegment
We are molded by things beyond
You and me are shaped by some things
Well beyond our acknowledgement


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