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Think about the past
Think about building
Think about beauty
Think about
Think about money
Think about racing
Think about thriving
Think about
Think about to find my soul-mate in this crazy city
Think about the wholesale
Keeping me away from myself
Think about to find the right job for my career
Think about the paycheck
Keeping me away from myself
Refrain :
Sometimes I feel like I have to reorganize the thoughts in my brain
Look at the sea, wild things happenning on the other side
And I don't wanna think about
Think about my nails
Think about clubbing
Think about dieting
Think about
Think about my ass
Think about winning
Think about shinning
Think about
Think about my problems all day and all day, all night
Think about the pills I'm gonna take, keeping me away from myself
Think about the pills I'm gonna take, keeping me away from myself
Refrain
Think about the pills I'm gonna take, keeping me away from myself
Think about the pills I'm gonna take, think about the pills I'm gonna take
Think about.
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2. |
Black Nails
04:13
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I like to work night shifts
I usually see the night birds
So I watch the cars go by, spitefully spitefully
Waiting for a day bird to save me
Then you came in the gas station
With your rich blond hair
Floating in the air
Refrain :
I sank my black nails into your skin
And no body else will ever get in
I sank my black nails into your skin
I got you baby I got you
I didn't even attract your eye
Until I showed you a little thigh
So I keep my claws real tight thoroughly, thoroughly
You, me and your money
I sank my black nails into your skin
And no body else will ever get in
I sank my black nails into your skin
I got you baby I got you
I got you baby I got
And it was almost too easy...
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3. |
El Cuerpo
04:25
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We're so precious
Our bodies tell us why
There's something in the way we move
Let's be fair
Something in the way, something in the way we bruise
‘Cause we need more air, just breathe more air
Chorus
The secret is to breathe more, more air, give it all a break
(Mon corps mon corps prend soin de nous)
We're so precious
Our bodies tell us why
Chorus
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4. |
Vines
03:59
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Walking through the vineyards, Walking through the vineyards, I see , the truth
Walking through the vineyards, Walking through the vineyards, I feel , the truth
And it's where I was born and it's where I wanna be, and it's where I was born and it's where I wanna be, and it's where I was born and it's where I wanna be, and it's where I was born and it's where I wanna be.
Walking through the vineyards, Walking through the vineyards, I see , the truth
Walking through the vineyards, Walking through the vineyards, I feel , the truth
And it's where I was born and it's where I wanna be, and it's where I was born and it's where I wanna be, and it's where I was born and it's where I wanna be, and it's where I was born and it's where I wanna
BE
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5. |
Water Dreamland
03:32
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I’ll die if I fall in the water, I’ll die if I fall in the water
And all my friends will die if I fall in the water
It’s only in the night, it’s only in the night
Water dreamland, water “vaca”, Mediterranean
It might be today, a water coffin
Mediterranean
And we’ll try to hold on to each other, we’ll try to hold on to each other
And all the reasons I should cry, hold on to each other, to each other
It’s the only way out, it’s the only way out, facing the waves
Water dreamland, water “vaca”, Mediterranean
It might be today, a water coffin
Mediterranean
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6. |
Sabbat
03:37
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I can feel it, I 'm connected...
I can feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it
I'm connected to the moon
I hear echoes in the forest
Smell the wind from the Est
My body is awakening
I'm a woman and my womb
Is creator of all things
From dirt and blood to life
Wider is my conscience
Chorus:
Hey ya...I feel this power
Hey ya...I read your faces
Hey ya... I've got this magic
Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya hey yaaa
Then the reaper came to town
With this smell of death around him
I was proud to stand my ground
With this force of light within me
Now the world is my reach
Open hearted I shall seize it
I can bend over and further and under
And I can share the secret…
Bridge:
It’s delicate but powerful
And it runs in our veins
A long line of wise women
Do we know now what we knew then?
Chorus
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Paper Maché
02:57
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Shattered windows and the emptiness
I enter a wasted land
Wasted time for the ones who need to know, who need to grow
Hot walls, concrete, paper mâché
All to be swept away
The wind came around, and it broke my heart
The wind came around
Chorus:
Will there be a lesson to be learned?
Will we be able to connect the dots?
Keep your textbooks and write this:
THE HOTTER IT GETS, THE HARDER IT HITS
Echoes of moving chairs, hurrying up
The bell rings, freedom in the afternoon
Phantom music in the hallway
That bitch hit hard in the middle of the day
The wind came around, and it broke my heart
The wind came around
Chorus
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8. |
No Sense
02:58
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Young boy free as a bird
Blue eyes lost in the frost and usually blurred
But unfortunately, always running around running around high
And on the road he had to die
Chorus :
And no-o-o-o it makes no sense, it makes no sense at all
True liars hiding in the walls
Big fat lies and the cost will be of our lives
And unfortunately lame excuses always seem to come a little to late
Cause the greedy ones sealed our fate
Chorus
Young girl, pretty, pretty as a rose
Green eyes lost in the dust and forever morose
Cause unfortunately, some of her petals were taken away by a very hungry hound
And until the end her soul is buried in the ground
Chorus
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9. |
Let Love
03:47
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It caught her by surprise
Oh how she loves this wave of feelings
She feels him so close, is it only in her head ?
Chorus
Her body, is so sore from wanting him
Could they be lovers in another galaxy ?
If only he wasn’t 19 and she wasn’t 45
His smell penetrates the room
Poisonous perfume of her dismay
His love is so wrong
A feeling, a feeling he can’t repress
Her body, is so sore from wanting him
Could they be lovers in another galaxy?
If only he wasn’t 19 and she wasn’t 45
If only, he wasn’t from the north and she wasn’t from the south, and she wasn’t religious, and he wasn’t religious, and she wasn’t white and he wasn’t black,
If only we could let love be
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M.A.N France
Marina Anne Nolles is a half French/ half American singer-songwriter.
M.A.N AND THE MANiACS = Prickly Pop / Voodoo Rock Elodie Longuemart (drums, vocals); Romain Thorel (keyboards, french horn, vocals); Arnaud Beyney (guitar,bass, vocals)
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