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What we gonna do
03:40
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Tell me what we gonna do
If the land gets dry
What you gonna do
If the bees don t fly
Tell me what we gonna do
What we gonna do
If the sky 's stays grey
Tell me what you gonna do
Without payday
Tell me what you gonna do
Tell me what you gonna do
When your seas are dirty blue
Dead bodies on the sand
plastic whirling on bloody hands
Tell me what we gonna do
Animals are grilled like toasts
Som’ women walking like black ghosts
Wars spreading like grey mushrooms
Guns set fire in classrooms
Airports music clubs courtrooms
While the rich making their bread
In poor workers bed
The burning desire of revenge
Will certainly sir burry you
Deep deep deep down in the ground
Tell me what we gonna do
With rascal you
With a fool like you
Rascal you
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Woke up yesterday’s morning
As I was drinking my lemon tea
My body started aching
My soul didn’ t remember me
Chorus : I don t remember who I am
I don t remember who I am
Who I am
Looking into the mirror
Saw the face of an unknown singer
Lips painted in blue and wine
These blue eyes weren’t mine
Chorus
They were sending bombs on my wall
The sound blasted the doors
Found myself under the bed
Crying howling in pain
Chorus
Got lost in the streets of Paris
Everybody calling me miss
My father standing right beside
Speaking words I coudn’t hear
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The low down way you do
03:33
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You’ve been used to having all of your way
From now on you re be Mr Sophie Kay
For 12 long years you had your chance
Now miss Sophie Kay’s gonna wear the pants
Get out off my way, go & feed the hens
Ref : I’ m talking about you
Talking about you the low down way you do
I don t want no more your good wishes
Cook for me and now do the dishes
You lost your money you ain’t got a cent
How do you expect to pay the rent
Do you want to live under a tent
You can ring my door all night long
But you can t come in cause you’ve done me wrong
You think you re slick you think your fast
Now get another place to park your yas yas yas
Your yas yas yas....
I’ve taken your picture down off my shelf
I’ve got plenty of room sleeping by myself
I’ve been your mummy & your doctor too
I never thought one day you’d be so untrue
Some day you’ll want me but I won’t want you
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4. |
Quit You
04:09
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I’m gonna quit you
Before you leave me
I had too much
Of you and me
I’m gonna quit you
Cause you drive me mad
Your tears won’t stop me
But I’m feeling so sad
Early in the morning
When you’ll still be asleep
I ll jump into a cab
And I’ ll fly away from here
Where no one
Will worry me no more
I’m gonna quit you babe
Gonna quit you baby
I’m gonna quit you
Cause I fell for someone else
Who cares
Who really cares
I’m gonna quit you
Cause you’re my sweetest nightmare
Now look at the screen
Here comes Marilyn
Early this morning
When the neighbour’s dog barks
I’ll walk like a cat
And I’ll run through the park
No I wont i won’t be back no more
I’m gonna quit you babe
I ‘m gonna quit you babe
I’m gonna quit you babe
So let’s do
A last tiptoe through the tulips with me
Let’s sway
With me once more
Then I’ll go babe
I’ll walk till the next stop
Jump over the roses
Climb up the hill
Got my suitcase
And all my pills
I have quited you
Quited you now.
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Soit le bienvenu sur terre
Mon ange né hier
Tu nous dois des millions mon petit mignon
Mon p'tit migon
Soit le bienvenu sur terre
Nous avons le savoir faire
Depêche toi de grandir
Nous on va saisir
On va saisir
Welcome sweet little angel
Soit le bienvenu futur part'naire
Nous avons racheté jusqu'au dernier verre de terre
Des villes entières sont à louer
Des potagers en bonne santé
Roundupisés
Roundupisés
Soit le bienvenu toi le nouvel arrivant
Oublie ton papa maman n'a plus le temps
Papa n'est plus en haut et ne fera plus de gâteaux
Maman n'est plus en bas et ne fera plus de chocolat
De chocolat
Welcome sweet little angel...
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6. |
Julian Assange Blues
02:50
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Julian Assange did nothing wrong
Showed us how the world’s going wrong
HOU HOU HOU
Act with a littl’ empathy
HOU HOU HOU Mrs Judge
Show us your humanity
Told us the truth like Jesus
Please Mrs Judge listen to us
HOU HOU HOU
Act with a littl’ empathy
HOU HOU HOU Mrs Judge
Keep up your dignity
Wistleblowers flower brokers
Taking risks as soldiers do
HOU HOU HOU
Don’t you hear the inmates crying
HOU HOU HOU
Don’t you see the inmates dying
After all for us he’s fighting
The howling wolves warn the world
They howl and howl but aren’t heard
Hou hou hou Julian Assange,
Hou hou hou Edward Snowden
Hou hou hou
Chelsea Manning,
Hou hou hou…
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7. |
Tough times
03:22
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Tough times
Are here once more
Touch times
People happy no more
Food prices’ are so high
Tough times
Back to nickels and dimes
If you don t have money people
You’ll be crawling on the floor
Tough times
Are here once more
Touch times
People can’t feed no more
I need to get a piece of land
Tough times
No good to be a begging hand
If you have a little money people
Please don't feed the lords
Tough times
Are here once more
Touch times
No jobs no more
Soon back to slavery time
Tough times
Economic world crime
If have a little money people
Greet your neighbour
Don’t feed your anger
With broken chords
But don't feed the lords
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8. |
The Lion
03:30
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The lion is dead tonight
The lion is dead tonight
But on the picture
Sandy smiles
Sitting down on its back Sandy smiles
Sitting down on its back she smiles
The woman’s so proud
But the sky’s full of clouds
Holding the gun of her crime
As she was holding a tin of soda lime
Holding the gun of her crime
As she was holding a tin of soda lime
The lion has closed its tiny eyes
On the jungle’s shore
The lion sleeps on the road
On the jungle’s shore
The lion sleeps on the road
And the wind sweeps the land
Telling us how he was grand
The lion is dead tonight
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Se sentir bien
02:50
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Se sentir bien se sentir bien
Tant d’argent on a besoin pour se sentir bien
Un gars titubant dans la rue de Clichy
Au regard sans couleur me prie me supplie
Je ne suis pas sûr d’avoir assez
Aidez -moi s’il vous plait à passer la journée
On se balade à St Germain
On rêve en attendant de se sentir bien
On lèche les vitrines, les cafés et les plats fumants
Tout ce bazar doré et luxe dégoulinant
Claquer du fric n’importe comment
S’acheter du bonheur abondamment
Fait pas bon s’ balancer au bout d’une corde
Pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse et qu’on oublie la mort
S’sentir bien, se sentir bien
Tant d’argent on a besoin pour se sentir bien
Tant d’amour on a besoin pour se sentir bien.
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Sugar Baby
04:04
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Sugar baby, I'm tired of you
You don’t treat me like you used to do
Sugar babe, it's all over now
All I want my baby to do
Is help with the dinner and the children too
Sugar babe, it's all over now.
All I want my baby to do
Is taking me out for a dance or two
Sugar babe it’s all over now
Sugar baby don’t shout out me loud
I do know what you did last night
Sugar babe, it’s all over now
Sugar baby this is your son
I’m your wife now put your gun down
Sugar babe it’s all over now
Went downtown and bought a car
Took my children and my guitar
Sugar babe, it's all over
Going back home where I belong
Leave you home with your drinking song
Sugar baby it’s all over now
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I wanted to leave my shoes
And a bouquet of poppies on the ground
I wanted to leave my shoes
But when I came up I heard a different sound
The smoke was covering the whole place
Young people throwing boots at their faces
Petals of daisies falling down on robocops
And the sound of grenades exploding in the smog
I wanted to bring my shoes
And a bouquet of poppies on the ground
I wanted to leave my shoes
But when I came up I heard a different sound
They told us better shut up you folks
Everything you know is just a joke
They tell us you’d better stay home
Cook your spinach pay for all you own
I wanted to leave my shoes
And a bouquet of poppies on the ground
I wanted to leave my shoes
But when I came up I heard a different sound
I came back home with my flowers
Remembered the three smoky towers
The dark angels have strong bodies
Open your heart to the greedy lobbies
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12. |
I didn't speak out
03:18
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First they came for the communists
And I didn’t speak out
Cause I wasn’t no I wasn’t a communist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I didn’t speak out
Cause I wasn’t no I wasn’t a trade unionist
The they came they came for the jews
And I didn’t speak out
Cause I wasn’t no I wasn’t a jew
Then they came they came for me
They didn’t hear my plea
But they there one was left no no one left
To speak for me.
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SOPHIE KAY Paris, France
« Sophie Kay combines the bite of the classic blueswoman like Ida Cox with the sultry tone of a parisian chanteuse. The two
styles blend perfectly and the mix might explode to your head, watch out, attention ! »
David Evans, bluesman, ethnomusicologist, Memphis University.
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