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Ashes In The Fall

Discussion dans 'Archive' créé par Ruban Rouge, 18 Mai 2007.

  1. Ruban Rouge
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    Ruban RougeMilitant? Bof. Nan. Membre actif

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    A mass of hands press on the market window
    Ghosts of progress
    Dressed in slow death
    Feeding on hunger
    And glaring through the promise
    Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
    A mass of nameless at the oasis
    That hides the graves beneath the master's hill
    Are buried for drinking
    The rivers water while
    Shackled to the the line at the empty well

    This is the new sound, just like the old sound
    Just like the noose wound, over the new ground
    This is the new sound, just like the old sound
    Just like the noose wound, over new ground


    Listen to the facist sing
    "Take hope here
    War is elsewhere
    You were chosen
    This is Gods land
    Soon we'll be free
    Of blot and mixture
    Seeds planted by our Forefathers hand"
    A mass of promises
    Begin to rupture
    Like the pockets Of the new world kings
    Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia
    Like the priest that fucked you As he whispered holy things
    A mass of tears have transform the stones now
    Sharpened on suffering
    And woven into the slings
    Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
    Taking today what tomorrow never brings

    This is the new sound, just like the old sound
    Just like the noose wound, over new ground
    This is the new sound, just like the old sound
    Just like the noose wound, over the new ground
    This is the new sound, just like the old sound
    Just like the noose wound, over the new ground
    Ain't the new sound, just like the old sound
    Look at the noose now, over the, over the, over the burning ground


    Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
    Round the time that the school doors close
    Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
    Open up to greet you like the reaper

    Ain't its funny how the factory doors close
    Round the time that the school doors close
    Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
    Open up to greet you like the reaper

    (Solo)

    Oh-ooh
    Oh-ooh

    Oasis
    This is no oasis

    This is the new sound, just like the old sound
    Just like the noose wound, over the new ground
    This is the new sound, just like the old sound
    Just like the noose wound, over the new ground


    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ho-ho)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ho-ho)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ho-ho)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ho-ho)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ho-ho)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ho-ho)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ho-ho)
    Like ashes in the fall (Ha-ha)
     
  2. Ruban Rouge
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    Pas de clip... Alors que c'est ma préférée :'(