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- “…the Stress” © ppdubé 2001 ( from T.T.R-M’s first album:2012)
- So it use to be our home, with roof and basement, with farm and garden all around, now it’s diseases and medicines, and the worst is coming, the good times are gone: what do we feel now ?
- the madness, the sickness, the stress…
- this stoned naked engine will follow its wanderings, sucked by the winds, the big blue has lost all its color now:
- Mother Hearth doesn’t feed her children no more.
- the madness, the sickness, the stress, of loosing our head, oh! scared to death of dying of fear !
- the madness, the sickness, the stress…
- shall it hurt, shall it pain? At the end of the edge, we are dying to ask: what will happen next? oh! loosing our head, oh oh, scared to death of dying of fear: the madness, the sickness, the stress of loosing our head, oh oh scared to death of dying of fear : the madness, the sickness, the stress…
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- “…the Stress” © ppdubé 2001 ( from T.T.R-M’s first album:2012)
- So it use to be our home, with roof and basement, with farm and garden all around, now it’s diseases and medicines, and the worst is coming, the good times are gone: what do we feel now ?
- the madness, the sickness, the stress…
- this stoned naked engine will follow its wanderings, sucked by the winds, the big blue has lost all its color now:
- Mother Hearth doesn’t feed her children no more.
- the madness, the sickness, the stress, of loosing our head, oh! scared to death of dying of fear !
- the madness, the sickness, the stress…
- shall it hurt, shall it pain? At the end of the edge, we are dying to ask: what will happen next? oh! loosing our head, oh oh, scared to death of dying of fear: the madness, the sickness, the stress of loosing our head, oh oh scared to death of dying of fear : the madness, the sickness, the stress…
A way out (© ppdubé in T.T.R-M’s first album:2012)All around is mist and fog Open spaces are closing down In anyway perfectly lost In any group feeling alone No way out of this cave With that rock's locked doors Bleeding knees and raging nails Trembling to scrape the world Still we believe we are the best? Able to touch the stars Earning to go so high By any lifts, stairs or flies Do we really need to join that old hypocrite jokes Just as fool as clowns In a never-ending fall. Is there a down after the sunset? Is there a bridge on this canyon? At least a breeze in the desert Or a pit-bull to walk alone? Better silence than screams Drops rolling down the creek Some breeze lost on the crown Tells me I'm still strong! ... Do we really need to join that old hypocrite jokes just as fool as clown in a never-ending fall a rainbow over the roof smashing up those shadows Sparks and fireflies Anywhere must keep on shine
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