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The Ones From Below
07:31
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The ones from below want you
Yeah they choose you
And they know what to do
The ones from below want you
They send messengers, friendly killers
To follow you
The ones from below want you
Yeah they choose you
They want your soul and your body too
The ones from below want you
They have messengers, friendly killers
To follow you
It came before you were into your mother's womb
And the seed that was planted was a gift from the tomb
And you grew up then
To a life of loss and pain
And it will never end
'Cause you're at their command
The ones fropm below want you
Yeah they'll find you
They know what to do
The ones from below want you
Yeah they choose you
And your family too
The ones from below want you
You should find a way
To break the spell in two
The ones from below call you
They walk behind you
And they say
It will be soon
It will be soon
It will be soon
It will be soon
It will be soon
Yeah it will be soon
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This is not the place to be glorified
Ha.... This is the place to get petrified
Stupidity is their password
Insanity governs them all
Soon in the morning and late at night
They work on you with all their might
And even when you're bound to drop
They never stop
They never stop
They never stop
They never stop
Working on you
Working on you
Working on you
Working on you
With a thing called
Voodoo
Ha, you've got to watch out for that smiling loser
And beware of that maudlin bum
Don't ever trust his dad and mum
Or you could be the next one
Stay away from their shabby talk
And don't follow them on a shabby walk
And if they invite you at home
Better run fast, boy
You'd better run and leave town
Working on you
Working on you
Working on you
Working on you
With a thing called
Voodoo
And they pin, pin, pin
And they curse, curse, curse
They use poisoned needles and worse
Ha, they pin, pin, pin
And they curse, curse, curse
Ha, they even piss on God at the church
Working on you
Working on you
Working on you
With a thing called
Voodoo
Working on you
Working on you
Working on you
Working
Working
Working
Working
Working
Working
Working
Working
This is not the place
To be purified
Ha, this is the place
To get horrified
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Wanderer
09:34
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She was a wanderer
Too precious for some
One day she appeared here
The next she was gone
Maybe it was the Devil
Who sent to him
But it was Christmas day
And all the lights were dim
She didn't shoot him
--- She didn't carry a gun ---
Oh but how she changed him
Until his mind was often gone
He thought he couldn't lose
But the chance was slim
Because she was just like the air
He sure couldn't win
The rest of the story
Is obscure as can be
Some pages are missing
So it's not what it seems...
But I heard it say
Sje went back to L.A.
With an idea for a song
A frightening one...
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Jean-Bernard
05:10
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Ever since he was a kid
he was so jealous of him
Passed his childhood, passed his teens
He grew-up full of grief
Then his target embraced praise
Delighted people on every stage
And though he tried to do the same
Rave reviews never came
Oh mama
Why is he so good?
Oh mama
I would kill him if I could
Oh mama
I saw him play last night
To be so talented just ain't right
Poor-minded people can destroy
And sleep at night in dreams of joy
They break you without a noise
Like they would do with a paper toy
And God above will never say
If you're walking on the right way
Do what you want today
And pay the price you have to pay
Oh mama
Why is he so good?
Ha mama
I would kill him if I could
Now a photograph is all I need
I have found someone who will do the trick
And so he did what he did
And for a while he did succeed
'Til the day when the bill came
It was time to make amends
And so they took his life away
But there was even more to pay:
The same curse to his family
For Eternity
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A Bit Of The Truth
04:25
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We'll tell you just a bit of the truth
About what happened in your youth
But we won't tell you all
The other things you ignore
We'll just let you guess what's in store
And we hate to tell lies but we're forced to
Yes we hate to tell lies
We'll tell you just a word but not more
Concerning the one you adore
But we won't tell you all
The other things you ignore
May we advise you not to open that door?
There's plenty more areas to explore
And we hate to tell lies but we're forced to
Yes we hate to tell lies but we're forced to
Hey
It's a bright shiny day
And that's all we can say
What's the need to look at some old deformed figure?
Why do you need to watch at some horrible picture?
We saw what we saw from the tomb
And when you'll get back in your room
Facing the gloom
Well, we'll hope you'll do....
We'll hope you'll do what's good for you
And we hate to tell lies but we're forced to
Yeah we hate to tell lies
But we're forced to
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22/07/1996
08:05
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Standing, wasted in the morning sun
He wants to move but his legs are numb
He wants to remember when it came
And he's trying to remember
His name
There was a young man with the same young face
There was a young man instead of that wreck
He's trying to walk but his feet are gone
And I tell you
Really nothing can be done
And it's no wonder
That he could kill someone
Just give him half a chance
And he could kill someone
Someone's trying to make a killer out of him
Someone's trying to make a killer out of him
Standing, lifeless in the morning sun
His sense of humour is forever gone
Comes a crowd of people questioning:
Woo, what's that? What's that dead old thing?
Standing, wasted in the morning sun
Standing, wasted in the morning sun
Standing, wasted in the morning sun
Standing, wasted in the morning sun
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There has to be a reason
Why everyone speaks bad of my baby
I think I know that reason
And it is all so sad
They say she walks the streets
But that's not strictly true
She's got a lot to eat
She's not as rich
As you
She's just a little misundestood
That's all
Everybody needs somebody
To make it through that time
You may not love that someone
As much as I love mine
But if she walks the streets
Please don't condemn her soul
Or is heaven so complete
That we can reject a heart of giold
Who's just a little misunderstood
A little misunderstood
She's just a little misunderstood
That's all
And if she walks the streets
Please don't condemn her soul
Or is heaven so complete
That we can reject a heart of gold
Who's just a little misundestood
A little misunderstood
She's just a little misunderstood
That's all
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In Some Naive Life
05:10
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In some naive life
I used to think that you were true
And nothing was pure enough for you
I can still recall it
I can still recall it
I can still recall it
In some naive life
You were my best protection
A guiding light to show me
The right direction
I can still recall it
I can still recall it
I can still recall it
In some bitter end you disappeared
From the scene
And broke plenty of hearts
More than you will
Imagine
'Cause what was left forever to be seen
Was just a giant
Empty screen
But
What would they do
If they only knew
What you became
Yeah, the thing you became
In some naive life
I used to think that you were true
And nothing was pure enough for you
I can still recall it
I can still recall it
I can still recall it
In some naive life
In believed
In you
In some naive life
How I loved you
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The Fake Obituary
12:55
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All of the people who loved her
Were there to tell her goodbye
Moaning
Crying
Tears of despair
They were all wondering why
---- It should have been me instead of her
Cried her sister
In the arms of her dad
Yes
They could see what their lives would be
At the fake obituary
A first-class coffin
--- Never mind the expense ---
A first-class coffin
--- Death truly makes sense ---
A first-class coffin
But nobody in it
A the fake
Obituary
Then the priest came
Preaching all in vain
Giving his sermon
To the trees and the rain
And the friendds
And the neighbours
They all rang their hands
But they couldn't leave
When it all came
To an end
---- I sure won't survive to this disaster
Cried her sister in the arms of her dad
Yes
How life would be
At the fake
Obituary
A first-class coffin
---- Never mind the expense ---
A first-class coffin
---- Death truly makes sense ---
A first-class coffin
With nothing in it
At the fake
Obituary
Well, now she's living in some secret street
Changed her name
Became part of a
Discreet list
She's the favourite of some millionnaires
From whom too much sin
Is no more a sin
Gone are the days of worrying and starving
Now she can sniff
The very best
Cocaine
A first-class coffin
---- She should have seen it ----
A first-class coffin
---- She would have loved it ----
A first-class coffin
But nobody in it
At the fake
Obituary
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We'll tell you just a bit but not more
About the one you adore
And we won't tell you all
The other things you ignore
We'll just let you guess what's in store
And we hate to tell lies but we have to
Yes we hate to tell lies
We may mention a name but not more
Concerning the one you adore
But we won't tell you all
The other things you ignore
May we advise you not to open that door
Oh be careful before you explore
And we hate to tell lies but we have to
Yes we hate to tell lies
But we have to
Hey
It's a bright shiny day
And that's all we can say
What's the use to stare at some deformed picture?
What's the use to stare at some little creatures?
We saw what we saw in the tomb
And when you'll get back in your room
Facing the gloom
Well, we hope
We hope you'll think it's good for you
And we hate to tell lies but we have to
And we hate to tell lies
But we have to
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A first-class coffin
With nobody in it
At the fake
Obituary
A first-class coffin
With nothing in it
At the fake
Obituary
Well now she's living in some secret street
Changed her name
Became part of a
Discreet list
She's the favourite of some millionnaires
From whom too much sin
Is no more a sin
She should have seen it
She would have loved it
A first-class coffin
With nobody in it
At the fake
Obituary
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Serge Zéni France
QUEENOFBEAUTY!!
OHMYLOVE!! Enough said, And more on:
soundcloud.com/theimmortalstory
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