1. |
On a way
03:52
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On a way, just me and the old sun.
In my hands some magic flowers, will make me feel better.
On a way, straight into the desert.
On a way, like a man from nowhere.
On a way, I smelt ashes in the air.
In my head, something whisper : “Kiss me as your brother”.
On a way, flowers in my soul.
On a way, I can choose my own goal.
Shalimba, shalimba, shalimba
I’ve been on my way,
I smoke you and I say,
I love you so much baby lalalalala
On a way, straight into the desert.
On a way, like a man from nowhere.
Just me and the old sun
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2. |
It came to me
03:01
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It came to me when I was younger than youth,
There was no problems, I could handle the rules,
‘Cause as long as I followed the school,
In people’s mind I was good.
And everywhere I used to go,
With everyone I used to know,
I sing this song to remain all of it.
It came to me when I fell down in the booze,
To feel my skin change, after I turned to be rude,
But as long as I follow some rules,
In people’s hearts I’m still good.
And everywhere I used to go,
With everyone I used to know,
I sing this song to remain all of it.
We slowly forget, but we’re still the same,
Songs after songs, we’re still the same,
And there is no song in vain.
It came to me (X4)….and then it’s gone.
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3. |
Before it burns
03:27
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Start the gathering
Let your troubles
Sins concealed
That’s all we need
To add some tasty into the saucepan before it burns
You said you’re sorry
About your lack
But your lack ain’t a shame to me
It’s just like mine
We need a few drops of spicy before we die
We need a few drops of spicy before we die
Before we die
Singin’ is a way to lie to you
Start the gathering
Let your troubles
Sins concealed
That’s all we need
To add some tasty into the saucepan before it burns
We need a few drops of spicy before we die
Before we die
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4. |
Pussy cock song
03:27
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Oh Drop your pants down
Blow up a rubber again
Oh Drop your pants
And check. Is it tasty today?
Oh forget your mother
Forget her mother as well
Forget that you were a good boy, never more good boy
Now you are a soldier
The king of “Cum on her face”
Almighty flesh of human
And you will be proud of yourself
Oh Drop your dress down
Let it happen in that way
Oh Drop your dress
And check. Is it soppy today?
Oh forget your father
Forget his father as well
Forget that you were a good girl, never more good girl
Now you are a rider
The queen of “shake baby shake”
Almighty flesh of human
And you will be proud of yourself
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5. |
Burn my tongue
02:56
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I'm not scared enough
of the power of the laws.
I don't care about
The degree of my love.
Burn my tongue,
Burn it, burn.
Burn my wrongs,
Burn like a spell.
For all it costed me
To hit your heart with my fake arrow.
I take my bag again
I'm going to hate me in another way.
Burn my tongue,
Burn it, burn.
Burn my wrongs,
Burn like a spell.
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6. |
Kiss & Fuck
03:27
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A sea behind a mountain,
A man under your girlfriend,
A bliss, a star is coming,
You feel your arms are shaking.
Get ready for an orgy,
A sexy dirty party,
I think you are my kitty,
Prepare for a squeezy.
I say what's the planning today?
Fuck, Kiss and Fuck!
I see naked bodies they pray.
Kiss and Fuck, Kiss and Fuck!
A child, he knows how to play.
Fuck, Kiss and Fuck!
I say what’s the weather today?
Kiss and Fuck, like every day.
And all these flags must fall in
the biggest sewing machine,
Disturbing men and women,
Who sleep into their clean beds.
It wasn't a good idea,
When I called you my Puppy,
Now you think you are the only one,
Who deserve a juicy squeezy.
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Purple Calice Paris, France
Drums : Touhami
Bass : Quentin
Lead Guitar : Cyril
Guitar&Vocals : Shtrudel
www.facebook.com/purplecalice/
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