“…the Stress” (© ppdubé in 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…
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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…
- illustrations by Bart Daems http://bartdaems.com
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un Tas de Choses à Faire / a Lot of Things to Do / tantas Coisas para Fazer
