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Angry Man
02:20
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Angry Man
Valérianne et les Fines Herbes
They are just riddles, peices of information
Stuck together, like the seam
Of a dress, dressed to kill, all dressed up
Like a salad
Like a nun, with a habit, wrenching her fingers
As she wonders why she's there.
Oil leaking through the pipelines, into my body
I reach out, to grab a thread, of revolt
Where can I put it?
We only see them as they and that is what they hide behind.
When they are seen as one, they command respect
With their big black cars and their big black ties and their big black ties
And their big black ties.
Hex hex hex Exxon Transcanada highway of hell
And one day I will follow suit as I fly away on my reindeer
I will sink their private islands and I will blow their houses down
I have slept with the enemy, and I have seen his soul
It was black and it was tarnished and he was angry
He is an angry man.
Maybe someday I'll get used to it, maybe some day
Don't let me get used to it.
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Olden Heart
03:57
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Olden Heart
Valérianne et les Fines Herbes
Out of place in a modern city of modern men
Fly apart write your battles with a pen
If only true to your hue you could have been
Out of place in a modern city so you went
Fiery red, northern blood of battles bore
Hold your arms, hold your tongue, tribute war
When all was fire all was rage upon the shore
Out of place, cast your waif, earn the lore
They do not know you though they fear your difference here
You walk alone through city streets across the lear
Once again the question rises in the air
Once again the battle won against fear
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So Long
03:31
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So Long
Valérianne et les Fines Herbes
You inspire me I thank you for this song
Even though the days are lonely and the nights are long
So long, so long
Though I feel for you all sentiment is gone
Don't want to make believe when the premise is wrong
So wrong, so wrong
And I won't put up a fight
When something is right, it's right
And I won't stay too long
When something is wrong, it's wrong
Stretching out against the Berlin sky
I feel my hands open my eyes, my eyes
Lying out against the sacred lawn
Supervise the night, await the dawn
So long, so long
But I won't put up a fight
When something is right, it's right
And I won't stay too long
When something is wrong, it's wrong
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