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Too the Summit,
above the hills,
between your demons
and the pain you feel.
As you wash away torture,
but it's seductive still.
And I'll kneel at the foot of God,
but he can't redeem a thing i've done.
Everything that I've become,
it's too far gone.
So i'll look back,
at the track, I drew.
Desert footprints in stolen shoes.
A diamond sunset falling down from the sky with
Heaven's vultures circling round my mind
And from the solitude,
that I fed.
Pain and death laid in bed.
In the Vacuum of my open eyes,
as I blanket visions at the bloodshot sky.
And i'll kneel at the foot of God,
but he can't redeem a thing i've done.
Everything that I've become,
it's too far gone.
And i'll be led by the hand of God,
and tune I'll my heartstrings of all his chords.
Everything that i afford of being worn down.
Blinded by the sound
In all my letters,
I'll sign off my name, as the one who robbed freedom from the fame of the indecent and bastard child of pain, who sawpped patriotism for culture without thought or shame.
And i'll kneel at the foot of God,
but he can't redeem a thing i've done.
Everything that I've become,
it's too far gone.
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So you wanna try something
Little different now
Wanna chase the horizon
Until the road you walk runs out
And if it can’t satisfy
All those feelings inside
You know you gotta wait down by the river bank
Until the changing of the tied
Don’t go
Looking for something
If your scared of what you’ll find
Don’t be lead by something unless the cards you play are blind
Unless you play them blind
The man in the mirror
It’s like calling to the wind
Spitting songs all over your face
Or tracking down an enemy
Even though it’s you that’s digging your own grave
Two illusions
One deaf one blind
The planet in destruction at the cause of all man kind
Never wanted for nothing
Don’t need something else
Can’t take no advice
Until I find something else
So don’t go running out of ideas too soon
Cause it’ll be the man in the mirror
That’ll have you howling at the moon
The man in the mirror
So pace yourself for the winter
Cause you know all seasons change
You speak of your wisdom
But you can’t look at your own face
Every time it reaches a crescendo
You walk out the room
You’ve got a little black book with my name in
And you keep me on a silver spoon
Postcard for sale
Twenty cent my friend and I can’t write home
There’s no blood left in my pen
There’s thunder on the mountain
And a shipwreck on the sea
So I’ll wear this disguise
For everyone to see
So don’t go
Running out of ideas too soon
Cause it’ll be the man in the mirror
That’ll have you howling at the moon
The man in the mirror
You see the man in the mirror
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Down the hall
Me against myself
Push and pulled
To be something else
Staring in the mirror
Burdened with a smile
Forgetting all the reasons
For the conflict in my eyes
God god
I recite the same old lines
Hold them against me
‘Cause they’re heavy on my mind
I’ve been a preacher
I’ve been preached upon
Found forgiveness
My hand on my heart
‘Know I swear good god
I’m hear and I’m singing that same old song
All you ever gave me
Was the confidence to shine
But then I did it to myself again
Took it from your smile
And all I ever needed
Was a hand to hold
A rock in hard water or some medicine for the soul
Good god
I recite the same old lines
Hold them against me
‘Cause they’re heavy on my mind
Good god I recite the same old lines
Hold them against me
‘Cause they’re heavy on my mind
The city is on fire
In an arrogant charm
And from the place you’re sitting there’s no reach from the laws long arm
And in patience it’s perfect
But emotionally flawed
As we scream at each other
From the dealers back bed board
Good god
I recite the same old lines
Hold them against me
‘Cause they’re heavy on my mind
Good god I recite the same old lines
Hold them against me
‘Cause they’re heavy on my mind
Good god
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TOO FAR GONE (studio)
04:10
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Too the Summit,
above the hills,
between your demons
and the pain you feel.
As you wash away torture,
but it's seductive still.
And I'll kneel at the foot of God,
but he can't redeem a thing i've done.
Everything that I've become,
it's too far gone.
So i'll look back,
at the track, I drew.
Desert footprints in stolen shoes.
A diamond sunset falling down from the sky with
Heaven's vultures circling round my mind
And from the solitude,
that I fed.
Pain and death laid in bed.
In the Vacuum of my open eyes,
as I blanket visions at the bloodshot sky.
And i'll kneel at the foot of God,
but he can't redeem a thing i've done.
Everything that I've become,
it's too far gone.
And i'll be led by the hand of God,
and tune I'll my heartstrings of all his chords.
Everything that i afford of being worn down.
Blinded by the sound
In all my letters,
I'll sign off my name, as the one who robbed freedom from the fame of the indecent and bastard child of pain, who sawpped patriotism for culture without thought or shame.
And i'll kneel at the foot of God,
but he can't redeem a thing i've done.
Everything that I've become,
it's too far gone.
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DEAD CHIC France
DEAD CHIC is initially the association between Andy Balcon (Heymoonshaker) and Damien Félix (Catfish). Their music, which
they describe as Heavy Soul, is raw, sexy and classy.
They are joined by Rémi Ferbus on drums (Kimberose) and Mathis Bouveret-Akengin on keyboards (Catfish).
All four seasoned performers, there's no doubt that DEAD CHIC's mass will be rock and wild!
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