Lyrics:
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange
taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mold was cast
For they marched up to Bastille Day
taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mold was cast
For they marched up to Bastille Day
know what vile deeds have befallen
Abhorrent ascension, a parabola
By sin you rise or by virtue fall
But if you can, then fall you will
Cain and Abel,
A country in turmoil
Abused by aristocracy
Enduring war
And burdened by the bourgeoisie
Rise of the Third Estate
Ascended to power
Voice of the lower
Bastille asking to storm them
Steal a page from their textbook, their playbook pushing their borders
Testing who's stronger
If I wasn't led by God would ask
And the bells rang twice
The bells rang twice
And the sound died
By suicide
(A mighty bastille is our god)
If a mother, stoked with love's rage
Were to breathe
BLOODSTAINED VELVET, DIRTY LACE
NAKED FEAR ON EVERY FACE
SEE THEM BOW THEIR HEADS TO DIE
AS WE WOULD BOW AND THEY RODE BY
AND THEY'RE MARCHING TO BASTILLE DAY
Haunted by your slide
You thought you were on your climb
The open door shut tight
Braving our misfortunes day and night
Falling down from faulty
whisper
I'm hearing voices ( voices )
[ LET'S GO - intro ending ]
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I'm hearing voices, I'm hearing voices (
[ LET'S GO - intro ending ]
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I'm hearing voices, I'm hearing voices ( voices )
I'm hearing voices, I'm
to the bone
La vie en rose arpeggios
So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the beaujolais
On bastille day
He dances in the tide
Chorus:
By
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with
unsung
It's the pain
Of just being young
It's a cry
Of a voice unheard
Of a face
Speaking silent words
It's the hope
That the time goes by
Take you upon
The wands of smoke are rising
From the walls of the Bastille
And through the streets of Paris
Runs a sense of the unreal
The Kings have all
rage mode, dying youth
Seekers of the truth
It's not about you
All by the chosen
All by the chosen
The end arose
Give me that rose
It's time to expose
Im the voice of the Trenches
And i only play my part
The voice to the masses
And im pouring all my Heart
I'm The Voice, I'm The Voice
(I'm the voice
champagne by the rockaways
Euros don't matter
When you gotta crisp bill
I'm running down your defenses
Like bastille
Marie told em eat cake
Then they took
voices
Get away
I wanna get away
Get away
All these voices
They keep talkin' to me
Get away
So much back and forth with these voices
Annoyed by all
and listen
Play on the app or the car
Weezer, Bastille, AJR
Saint Motel, Grandson, Sir Sly
Missio, Chvrches, Half Alive
Glass Animals, Young the Giant
Cage
Look to joker, as we creep along the watchtower
Is our fate really locked inside a bastille
Hold your breath be still
I here them coming for us
Used
ours, then anyone would kept it low
It was ours, anyone could hide out our voice
It was a morning, brother, when I heard your mourn
It was we, crying in
I got these voices in my head alright
I hear these voices in my head all night
I got some voices in my head for real, seeder
The voices by
your voice)
Translated by computer and edited by adam agonis
Tell me if you hear me
As I listen to you
Bring your answers to me
In this dark world
Oh,
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