Ce retour sur la période grunge nous est chanté par un groupe tout nouveau à l’époque qui nous dit que malgré nos handicaps et l’image que les gens ont de nous, il est important de ne pas se bloquer aux jugements, et de laisser sortir ce que nous sommes.
Swing low
In a dark glass hour
You turn and cower
See it turn to dust
Move on a sone dark night
We take to fight
Snowfall turns to rust
Seam in a fusing mine
Like a nursing rhyme
Fat man start to fall
Long year in a hostile place
I hear your face start to call
And if you think
That I’ve been loosing my way
That’s because I’m slightly blinded
And if you think
That I don’t make too much sense
That’s because
I’m broken minded
Don’t keep it …
Inside
If you believe it
Don’t keep it all inside
Strong words
In a ganges sky
I have to lie
Shadows move in pairs
Ring out from a bruised postcard
In the shooting yard
Looking through the tears
Out of the black slate time
We move in line
But never reach an end
Fall in a long stray town
As the ice comes round
River starts to bend
And if you think
That I’ve been loosing my way
That’s because I’m slightly blinded
And if you think
That I don’t make too much sense
That’s because
I’m broken minded
Don’t keep it …
Inside
If you believe it
Don’t keep it all inside
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