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1. |
Just A Number
04:35
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The machine drives
Every aspect of our lives
We’ve become the pawns
Of a monster we’ve spawned-
Where did we go wrong?
It tears you down and spits you out
On a printed page…
It tears you down and spits you out-
Can you feel the rage?
Walls and numbers,
Screens and screams
Nothing seems to matter
When profit is queen
And greed is King..
How did this begin?
It tears you down and spits you out
On a printed page…
It tears you down and spits you out-
Do you feel the rage?
Walk the line (I’m not just a number)
Keep your nose clean, (on a piece of paper)
You’re just a part
Of the Machine… You know… (talk to me…)
Eyes down, (I’m not just a number)
Keep your head straight, (on a piece of paper)
Don’t talk back,
Just sit and wait… you know… (please, talk to me…)
©2010 words & music by L Collins
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2. |
the fall
04:36
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The wolf comes out of the woods,
he’s looking for a place to play,
The sheep gather round at the smell
of easy money to be made…
17 percent seems unreal ,
but the bubble’s so sweet they can feel
the greed slowly egging them on as
the wolf smiles …and starts to feed…
The pyramid is laid bare
for all those geniuses to see,
but the wolf owns the town
‘cause the sheep gave him the keys…
They call him a God, they worship his words,
they all want to believe,
But when the Ponzi scheme collapses
the sheep cry outrage… as they bleed…
Gather around now, all you sheep
The time has come for you to see
The true colors of the wolves you created
When you fed them with your greed…
So don’t come crying now to say you’ve lost it all,
Then claim it’s not your fault
‘cause a wolf could never survive
without a sheep to keep him alive…
the richer the fool, the harder The Fall…
the richer the fool, the harder The Fall.
You can ride the bulls,
You can surf on the hype,
You can follow the wolves
To be a sheep in the light…
You can break the rules,
You can steal it all,
But the richer the fool, well, the harder The Fall…
Words by LC, music by LC & Maider Beaumont
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3. |
le somnambule
03:48
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Si mes nuits parlent de toi
c’est que chaque soir je dois t’inventer d’avantage-
Si tu n’existes pas,
dans mes songes, ton visage
s’éveille plus fort à moi…
et je tourne sur moi même en incrédule;
seul, dans mes rêves
je révèle le Somnambule…
C’est pour te retrouver
que je dors sans arrêt, assommé de cachets
et j’ai l’éternité
pour encore te rêver, pour tout recommencer…
et je brûle, sur les braises, je me consume…
Quand je suis face à face,
je retrouve en double dans la glace
des yeux morts qui n’attendent plus
que le sommeil pour relever
le Somnambule…
Dans mes nuits agitées
j’ai toutes les libertés de cinglé, de sauvage,
mais si je reste entier
c’est aussi pour prouver que je suis de passage…
et je tremble à l’idée de lâcher…
Quand je suis face à face,
je retrouve en double dans la glace
des yeux morts qui n’attendent plus
que le sommeil pour relever
le Somnambule…
Quand je suis face à face,
je retrouve en double dans la glace
des yeux morts qui n’attendent plus
que le sommeil pour réveiller
le Somnambule.
©1999 by Lawrence Collins, lyrics by L. Collins/ A-S de Goy
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4. |
Higher
05:24
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The storm rages in my mind,
I think I’m going blind…
My demons rule the night
While my muse cowers in fright.
And doubts tear apart
A futur built on dreams;
It’s hard to keep the faith
amongst the screams….
So I seek shelter from the storm
And I come into your room;
As I see you there, peacefully asleep
the truth calls out to me…
I close my eyes
and listen to you…
your breath fills the silence
with peace…
You take me Higher…
I close my eyes
And the voice is crystal clear…
Your breath frees a truth
I need to hear…
You take me Higher…
You take my breath away,
You turn me inside out,
You teach me how to fly
High above the clouds…
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the ride
03:18
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Hand in hand, on and on
We shine through the streets
like cobblestones in rain;
I will ride this
Right through the storm
With you, my love,
We ride through the storms
That life unleashes…
Ride on, my angel,
high above the clouds,
like a sparkle on the stars
we’re free as we fly
beyond the rainbows and the rain
We ride,
High on life…
Words & music by L Collins
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6. |
Believe
03:54
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We walk a line so thin on words we try to hide
Beneath a bodyguard of lies…
Emotions felt are rarely those we choose to show
As fear sets in where love should grow
She says… “you are all I need”
But she feels… “he’s never there for me”
Well, I need to Believe in you…
‘Cause I want to Believe in you…
Time plays its tricks and laughs at you as you wake up
Side by side yet alone
For hidden fears and smothered dreams
will wear you down and eat you up
If words unspoken are free to roam
He says… “I will seet you free”
She feels… “He’s the one for me”
And he thinks… “she’ll never let me be”
But she thinks… “He’s never there for me”
Well, I need to Believe in you…
‘Cause I want to Believe in you…
Well, I believe that love set free
Will soothe the soul and feed the dream
If faith is strong and freedom true…
‘Cause only then can peace be seen
inside a storm of love unleashed
only you can set me free…
Well, I need to Believe in you…
‘Cause I want to Believe in you…
Words by L Collins, music by L Collins & Maider Beaumont
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7. |
Ancestor Song
03:59
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If you’re not sure where to go, or you feel alone at night,
my love,
look deep inside yourself, you’ll see us shine the light, for you,
my love
If you’re lost and confused, or you can’t see the truth
my love,
just close your eyes to feel us watching over you,
from above
‘cause your blood is a stream
that flows through the ages,
guiding whispers
that sing through history’s pages,
and the souls of those before you
run strong in your veins,
so no matter how you feel, no matter where you go,
you’re never alone…
If you’re feeling kind of sad, just look inside yourself
my love,
and see the souls from the past, they will give you strength,
my love,
In the moments when you doubt, and you want to give up,
my love,
feel us all inside, alive within your blood,
my love
the path will clear, the truth will shine
through centuries of blood divine,
your ancestors watch with love and care
over the flow of your life…
And then one day, when I’ll be gone,
You will need to be strong,
To feel me there,
Deep inside your bones…
you’re never alone.
you’re never alone, my love,
you’re never alone, my love,
you’re never alone.
©2010 by J. Lawrence Collins
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8. |
Everybody Different
04:00
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Went down to the store to buy me a bottle of wine,
’Cause, feeling kinda lonely, felt like cocktail time,
and the man behind the counter, he say to me:
“get to the back of the line
‘cause you smell funny and, anyway,
I don’t think you got no money..”
I say to him…
Everybody different, everyman he drink the same…
Everybody different, everyman he breathe the same…
ooooh...ooooh…oh….
Called my buddy Freddie, say,
“yo freddy, come eat with me tonight,
mexican style, in our favorite restaurant… alley.”
But Montezuma he was waiting
to bring down his revenge on us
Now I feel funny in my tummy,
And Freddie, he feel funny in da tummy too…
Everybody different, everybody eat the same…
Everybody different, everyman he shit the same…
Why do you want me to believe
That we are better, because of color?
Why do you teach me to see
Only limits? I don’t like it…
So tell a joke, pour me a drink,
Spark up a smoke, ‘come and sing…
Everybody different, everybody eat the same…
Everybody different, everyone shit the same…
ooooh...ooooh…oh….
even David Beckham he do it,
Even Maradonna he do it,
Even the Queen she do it, me think with style…
Even Madonna she do it,
Even the priest he do it,
Even the little Napoleon he do it,
but maybe he thinks his don’t stink…
Words & music by L Collins
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9. |
Little Monster Man
05:25
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Isn’t it strange how Time
seems to flow through our fingers,
I keep on hoping it will make things easier.
But even after all these years
I still wake up every morning with your face in my head…
Well, the pain dulls but doesn’t fade
I can still smell your skin,
I can still hear your voice,
I can still feel the silky touch
Of your hair on my cheek as your words echo-
when I need comfort, it’s you I hear
in the silence of my dreams…
Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye….
And when I pick her up in my arms
and she smiles that special smile
You used to keep for me-
Your voice calls out from deep inside…
It tears down the veil
that life has tried to drape across my broken heart…
She reminds me of you
And how good it is to feel alive.
Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye….
Now in the early hours,
I squeeze my eyes shut
to hold on to your face a little longer…
I need to hear more,
I need to hold your hand,
but, as you pull away, you whisper:
“goodbye my little monster man”
Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye….
Goodbye, goodbye until we meet again tonight…
Goodbye, goodbye, I will see you in my dreams tonight…
I miss you so… why did you have to leave so soon?
©2008 words by LC, music by LC & Maziar Seyedan
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10. |
I Won't Pay
04:18
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Between lines of coke and fancy boats
you forget to deal with what is real;
it’s so easy to gamble in front of a screen
when the chips you play
with are another man’s dreams...
Well, the time has come for us to pay
for pleasures reaped in numbers played
by golden boys in fancy suits
who never cared to hear the truth,
with fees up front, they never lose
tell me now, what should we say?
fuck that... I won’t pay
you came to us with magic deals,
you feed the dream, but nothing’s real-
just pay tomorrow, and we will see...
percentage points and variable loans,
the bubble bursts, I lose my home
but you don’t care, ‘cause you made your fee...
The time has come for us to pay
for the fancy words and games you played
with a future built on stacks of hay
but the fire’s lit, we’re up in smoke,
I keep on hoping this is just a joke-
Tell me now, what should I say?
700 billion dollars is so much more
than I could ever count too
I can’t even feed my kids, so tell me
why should I pay for you?
du bist veruckt wenn du dengst
das ich fur deine mercedes zahlen werde...
Jetzt kannst du laufen
Wie alle die normale leute
tu rêve si tu crois
que je paierai pour tes étés à St Tropez…
Quand tu te fais faire des massages sur mon dos
Je trouve ça un peu culoté…
©2008 words by J. Lawrence Collins, music by L. Collins & M. Seyedan
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Last Goodbye
03:47
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I kiss hello and dread goodbyes
but the cycle rules our lives-
so I turn to find within her eyes
echoes of your life…
Strange how I find in her reflections of you,
in the mimicks and the smiles,
in the giggles and sounds
that ring so true-
chorus
So I’ll pass on the tears and the smiles
and I’ll pass on your words unspoken
but most of all, she’ll keep alive
the soothing hopes of last goodbyes.
Strange how she reminds me so much of you,
in moments touched by grace,
I see you in her face-
Strange how a simple smile or a twinkle in her eyes
Throw diamonds accross my darkened sky,
Like stars shining through the clouds
On a stormy night…
And I’ll pass on the love in your blood,
she’ll wave high your banners high in the skies
but most of all, she’ll keep alive
the soothing hopes of last goodbyes.
So I’ll pass on the tears and the smiles
and I’ll pass on your words unspoken
but most of all, she’ll keep alive
the soothing hopes of last goodbyes.
©2005 by J. Lawrence Collins, adapted from the poem “Last Goodbye”for KinKin
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12. |
Mr & Mrs Fly
02:30
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Fly, hanging in the summer breeze,
A family treat to meet
His cousin Amélie…
Next thing you know,
They’re dancing on the floor,
Not a care in the world anymore,
Flying,
Flying high in the sky
Off to paradise
To show you a piece of his dream.
So darling, open the screen,
Caribbean air set free,
Close your eyes to see
The true color of his dream.
Fly, fifteen years down the line,
Two monkeys hanging on a vine,
Red hair ablaze we find
In their eyes, your smiles,
In their smiles, your love
Bathing us from above…
Thank you for keeping us high
Mr & Mrs Fly…
©July 29-31, 2010 words & music by L Collins
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13. |
Télé Réalité
03:23
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Téléréalité est aussi vraie que Dorothée,
Mais au moins Dorothée avait un talent qu’elle savait exploiter…
Je ne comprends pas des heures passées
Sur un canapé
À regarder des abrutis se chamailler
Comme des chimpanzés
Dans une ferme de frustrés
Quel plaisir peut-on trouver
dans la bêtise d’autrui,
ou quelques cris charnels
dans un Jacuzzi?
Télé réalité est aussi vraie que Dorothée,
Mais au moins Dorothée avait un talent qu’elle savait exploiter…
Des muscles et des seins,
des cervelles atrophiées,
Des discussions sans fin
Pour ados asphyxiés;
Je ne comprends pas l’intérêt
De se réfugier devant une télé,
et fuir la réalité
pour se perdre dans la médiocrité…
Télé réalité est aussi vraie que Dorothée,
Mais au moins Dorothée avait un talent qu’elle savait exploiter…
Univers de verre, miroirs transparents,
Caméras à tout vent,
des regards vides qui se croisent
entre deux phrases sans sens…
Prêts à se prostituer
Pour cinqs minutes de célébrité
En étalant son linge sale
Dans une vitrine en HD…
2x Télé réalité est aussi vraie que Dorothée,
Mais au moins Dorothée avait un talent qu’elle savait exploiter…
©2010 words & music by L Collins
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14. |
easily confused
03:58
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At night I roam these sheets
And search in vain for sleep
beneath the warm folds
That tie me up…
I scream.
My demons come at me again
With future ghosts and long lost friends,
they tear at all that I believe…
How easily confused I’ve become…
As I walk within these walls
I’ve locked around my heart
I hear only echoes
Of my doubts…
They dance in glee around my Muse
Who holds the keys but lies abused,
Crushed and silent
beneath their shouts…
How easily confused I’ve become…
When windowsills become a dream
And no one seems to hear you scream,
Temptation shows a cruel face
To one who’s lost his faith…
Oh, and how the flight seems so right
From up above
the city lights
Beckon you to jump right in…
Is it really such a sin?
Is it really such a sin?
As the dawn breaks through this haze
I lay exhausted in a pool
Of sweat, and sheets,
and silence craved
Amidst the ruins of last night
I try to find the will to fight-
But it gets harder every day…
But it gets harder every day…
But it gets harder every day.
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lawrence collins band Bordeaux, France
Lawrence Collins is an american-egyptian singer songwriter, born in France and brought up in France, England, India, and the United States who speaks 4 languages fluently. His music reflects a life spent travelling and experimenting with different cultures, and he has produced 8 studio albums, a movie soundtrack, a live album, and played over 1700 shows during his 20 year career. ... more
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