Lyrics:
pardon de n'pas retenir la leçon
Brassens, Brassens c'est la tradition
Brassens, la lumière est plus rapide que le son
Brassens, c'est pour ça qu'j'suis
was a kid, every year my mother would get this tradition. It was an advent calendar and you open it up and there's a piece of chocolate in every day,
wanna be good now, that’s the vision
I’m turning my, turning my back on old tradition
You giving me, giving me dreams bout optimism
I wanna be, wanna be
reason here
just clean irrationality
We reject your reason, we reject your logic
We are here to subvert your traditions
(dismantling your goddamn tools)
with us
Have Your way with us, ooh
We surrender
We surrender
Jesus
Have Your way Jesus
Shake up the ground of all my tradition
Break down the walls
Traditions all around the city at night
Feel the beauty of this small desert patch
The bands will play and the lights will wait to hatch
In our city
a problem dem sort it
Everything confidential cos bad mind watching e yea
You gon love me for my ambition
Getting money be my tradition
And I know
Forced to participate tradition this right of passage
Has claimed the blood of countless adolescents
Rebirthed into this veil of adulthood
Cuts
Une femme d'aujourd'hui.
Une femme d'aujourd'hui.
Détruisant des montagnes de tradition,
Tu reproposes une nouvelle version,
Une femme
Really listened to the west wind
And to everything it whispers
And then go back and listen, listen to this once more
To these legends and traditions
where it is
By looking in maps
With a little investigation you'll discover perhaps
That this old tradition's not a place
But just a proposition
He broke the old rules steeped in tradition
He tore the holy veil away
Questioning those in powerful position
Running to those who called His name
But
it's a crooked old tradition
I am asking for
But in the all this trouble I've met
I haven't got one single regret, no
Here's to my future
Here's
guiding hand
Everybody's got the wrong opinion
Everybody says what's on their mind
Everybody's got the wrong tradition
Everybody pray to the man
on an old
Scumfuc tradition
You know I've fucked some ladies
And I love to drink my Jim Beam
And they both tried to kill me
Back in nineteen
Everybody is a victim of society
Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and variety
Pantomime players in the grand tradition
Winners and losers till
me down)
Bring them family traditions on (bring 'em on, bring 'em on, bring 'em on)
Yeah, I'ma just keep sittin' here sippin' and singin' along
rim-k, 1.1.3., ça c´est les sons qu´on aime,
Le vécu et la ky-fun, par tradition, ça c´est le son qu´on aime,
Ça c´est le son qu´on aime, le vécu et la
femme d'aujourd'hui.
Une femme d'aujourd'hui.
Détruisant des montagnes de tradition,
Tu reproposes une nouvelle version,
Une femme d'aujourd'hui.
Une
femme d'aujourd'hui.
Une femme d'aujourd'hui.
Détruisant des montagnes de tradition,
Tu reproposes une nouvelle version,
Une femme d'aujourd'hui.
Une
making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
Tradition on trial
sich wie der letzte Abschaum
Es fehlt der Ton
Die Tradition
Es fehlt das "von".
In Nachtcafes
Wo schlechte Luft is'
Regier'n die Kapuzinergruftis
Dort
ut
Så ge mig lite bas och fiol
Små luder dansar grodor och nu tar vi ton
Det är fan tradition
Nu ska vi dansa midsommardans
Och kjolen är för kort så
This is a war on religion
This is a war on the children
They give you the cure with the sickness
This is a war on tradition
This is a war on religion
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