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Acoustronika

by Lawrence Collins

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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
2.
the fall 04:36
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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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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Higher 05:24
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
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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Believe 03:54
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
7.
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
8.
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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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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I Won't Pay 04:18
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
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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Mr & Mrs Fly 02:30
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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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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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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ENGLISH - After 20 years of indie music production, Collins has come up with an album that blends rock, acoustic, electro, reggae, and even a little jazz, the whole wrapped in a tapestry of emotionally driven lyrics that will leave few people untouched. Political? sometimes... Personal? definitely. Topics range from financial scandals (the fall, I won't pay), to deeply personal journeys (Higher, Last Goodbye) and the album's emotional center piece, Little Monster Man, a letter to his recently deceased father.
Having tried many of these songs on the road over the last few years, Collins and his band were able to use the feedback from the thousands of people they played for (over 100 shows a year) to hone the arrangements and infuse the energy that they bring to their live shows into Acoustronika. This album is truly a modern day indie record, with no limits imposed by an overbearing and out of touch mainstream musical industry. It is made for the music lover who seeks a different emotion in every track and wishes to explore truly pluralistic music, no holds barred.


EN FRANCAIS - Avec plus de 20 ans de production musicale derrière lui, Lawrence Collins nous propose aujourd’ hui un album original, unique, où le rock électro côtoie l’acoustique ou le reggae, en y mêlant aussi quelques couleurs jazzy sur fond de textes aux paroles émouvantes personnelles et engagées qui laisseront peu de gens insensibles. On y trouvera des chansons aux accents de scandales financiers, the Fall et I won’t pay, de voyages intérieurs et intimes , Higher, Last Goodbye, Little Monster Man.
La tolérance a aussi droit de cité dans Acoustronika avec la chanson Everybody different pour finir en beauté avec Télé réalité qui dénonçe les travers de cette télévision formatée.
Après avoir testé beaucoup de ses chansons en Live depuis quelques années avec plus de 100 dates par an, Lawrence Collins et ses musiciens ont utilisé les réactions de leur public pour perfectionner les arrangements de la plupart des chansons sur Acoustronika. Cet album est vraiment un exemple du son moderne indépendant où aucune limitation de style n’apparait. Chacun des titres amène son propre univers sonore. Une garantie d’innovation aujourd’hui pour sortir des sentiers battus.
L’ album a été réalisé pour les fans de musique qui recherchent en permanence la diversité sans limite, pour le plaisir des oreilles et du coeur. Une exploration artistique et mélodique surprenante, qui va chercher l’émotion au plus profond de chacun d’entre nous.

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released May 1, 2012

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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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