1. |
Small Town
02:54
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Small town
(Artist: Bats on a Swing – Songwriter: Damien Somville)
I’m missing the small town
Where I wasn’t born
The house and the room where
I never grew
Up where I knew I’ll
Be missing the pictures
Dad never took of
Our faces and smiles
The whole family lie
The once a year homeward bound
And its laughter & quarrels round the table
A taste of ceremonial
Easter bells and Christmas
Eve boredom by the hearth
Where a fire is always crackling
I’m a stranger in my hometown
The parody of a sad clown
Who still tries to sound like
A rough city dweller
The whole family lie
The once a year homeward bound
And its laughter & quarrels round the table
A taste of ceremonial
Easter bells and Christmas
Eve boredom by the hearth
The whole family lie
The convenient homeward bound
Pure boredom by the hearth
Where a fire is always crackling
Where a fire is always crackling
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2. |
Hell of a Mambo
03:19
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Hell of a Mambo
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
It’s a hell of mambo party tonight
On which moon you don’t know
It’s in a saloon alright
In the last whisky bar before complete darkness and void
Let the gypsies play like Django
And their golden rings shine
May the holly six eyed wino drink all his wine
So you won’t have to wait too long if you’re willing to fight
But how can this violet moon look so much
Like our own violent and blue world
How can it be so faraway and so close?
Ten thousand million light years away from our solar system
Spins our strangest twin galaxy
Second to the left after alpha centaury
It’s a hell of mambo
But there’s just one little but meaningful difference
With our dear dead star cradle of blood and romance
Cause this faraway moon is a shelter where the clumsy can dance
No dusty old school lingo
Flows with memories fade
Everything’s cool and limbo is only for trance
Having fun doesn’t require a fringy bang on your head
But how can this violet moon look so much
Like our own violent and blue world
How can it be so faraway and so close?
Ten thousand million light years away from our solar system
Spins our strangest twin galaxy
Second to the left after alpha centaury
Please someone tell me how can this violet moon look so much
Like our own violent and blue world
How can it be so faraway and so close?
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3. |
Little Science
03:33
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Little science
(Artist: Bats on a Swing – Songwriter: Damien Somville)
Crowded in this ancient town
Staring at the charcoal northern sky
We don’t do much we try to live a descent life
Slowly building our future up
Day after day working earning and saving
To keep things flowing let freedom pretend
A little science breakin’ in
Your motionless world of labour & leisure
Please let it stay, let it squeeze your brand new brain
A little science opennin’
The large horizon trapped in your narrow vision
Let science fill your proud unlogical self
Playing songs from another time
And writing new ones when we need to come down
And tell about our lives between the city lines
A little science breakin’ in
Your motionless world of labour & leisure
Please let it stay, let it squeeze your brand new brain
A little science opennin’
The large horizon trapped in your narrow vision
Let science fill your proud unlogical self
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4. |
Action Dream
03:54
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Action Dream
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
Hang on to your bear, no one wants you here
Don’t pull the plug between you and your inner
Fantastic world
Close-up on your hands little pupetteer
It’s an action scene, the cyber dragon is getting killed
On the top of a building
On the top of your desklamp
Spidey killed him dead -but now-
The dragon is living again
Well, you’re the king of the game...
Never listen to voices from above
You can destroy all your crazy little toys
You can crash
All your small cars against the wall
Even that big blue&yellow truck you got
For your birthday
And don’t forget to play
Practice everyday –it’s such a-
Fragile state of mind, please
Stay a child all the way...
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5. |
Dogirls
02:23
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Dogirls
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
Ramble on, soft wind
Take the pain away
Come gently wash my love and stay
Fall down pouring rain on trouble makers day
Ruin it all and turn their souls to clay
But do girls have souls ?
Well they are strange monsters anyhow...
Pretty as bad it seems
In their own different ways
They sure can give feelings a bad name
Tenderly, your innocent
That’s all I got to say
PS : this song’s not meant to stay
But do girls have souls ?
Well they are strange monsters anyhow...
I already get the picture, it’s called
“Little sentimental games”
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6. |
Cosmic Shambles
03:09
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Cosmic Shambles
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
Don’t stop now, you’ll recover
Dont’ put the blame on another now
Carry the weight
While you can share a little with her
You can go now,play it further
See what the world’s got to offer boy
Maybe you’ll reach
Some special kind of cosmic order
And you’re slowly drivin’ through the clouds
To find a fortune teller or any kind
Of shattered pillgrim in the fudge
Or a long bearded liar in an orange sky
And when you’ll wake up
You’ll find
Nothing but a shambles in a room
Well that’s all yours
This burden is way too heavy
On your two young flimsy shoulders so
If you ever fall
One simple rule to remember
No one cares but your mother
And no one helps one another
Gamble and if you’re lucky
Maybe your girlfriend will make it smoother
And you’re slowly drivin’ through the clouds
To find a fortune teller or any kind
Of shattered pillgrim in the fudge
Or a long bearded liar in an orange sky
You’re slowly drivin’ through the clouds
To find a fortune teller or any kind
Of shattered pillgrim in the fudge
Or a long bearded liar in an orange sky
And when you’ll wake up
You’ll find
Nothing but a shambles in a room
Well that’s still yours
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7. |
Last Impression
04:31
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Last impression
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
Leaving the color red, lost in an abstract plan
In a little plastic castle where
You once spoke in the king’s name
One last impression before I have to leave this dried up ocean
And it’s getting cold in the undermoon
Two pupils in motion to sweep the room and hold back
As many details as your head can
One touch and a smell
Hurry up it’s late, this backwards afternoon will soon end
And take the loon away with a peace of childhood
I’d better leave before dawn hits the road up
Before I loose the notion of space and time
I have to find a meaning to this song no direction home
Before dawn hits the road up
Before dusk fills the house up
Spinning old remains, I can seem to catch one
A joyful Christmas once occurred here
In this room I guess
One last impression before I start to miss this country house
I’d better leave before dawn hits the road up
Before I loose the notion of space and time
I have to find a meaning to this song no direction home
Before dusk fills the house up
And got swallowed into the crawling nights you can
Stir up conviction in a sleight of hand
You will find back your city bed
Before dawn hits the road up
Before dusk fills the house up
Leaving the color red, lost in an abstract plan
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8. |
Stuntman
03:04
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Stuntman
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
I’m a stuntman in California yo
And I’m gonna crash my head, until I wake up all dead
Until it’s finally late
Too late to care for less than a scene
With fake blood and big fire bombs
No humbug no senteria no
I’m not gonna lie to you, the so-called puppet behind
All dose fantastic falls
And gigantic fireworks
Is nothing but the stand-in of own rapid shadow
I’ll give you fire and brimstones
Non sense and hullabaloos
Give you twaddles and heroes
Legends encased in a zoo
My helmet is a lucky charm
And if I ever break my neck, it’ll get me straight out of hell
Breaking the gates out to heaven
And if you look up in the sky
You may see the first of the looping the loop star
I’ll give you fire and brimstones
Non sense and hullabaloos
Give you twaddles and heroes
Legends encased in a zoo
I’ll give you fire and brimstones
Non sense and hullabaloos
Give you twaddles and heroes
Legends encased in a zoo
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9. |
Don't Come Away
03:21
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Don’t come away
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
Don’t come away from this night
There is a star you can afford
Don’t go too far stay ashore
The lucky ones will shine aboard
Your motionless plastic space
Ship through a zillion
Emotions, fantastic places
Dreams only give chocolate keys so don’t push out
Revolving answers and charades
You will never fully understand
Still you can try
Then let oblivion works alone
Some will necessarily need
To lay on a sofa to speak
About the extraordinary
Mess childhood left for ecstasy
Your motionless plastic space
Ship through a zillion
Emotions, fantastic places
Dreams only give chocolate keys so don’t push out
Revolving answers and charades
You will never fully understand
Still you can try
Then let oblivion works alone
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10. |
So Long...
03:33
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So Long
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
So long, I’ll let the rain drive me home
Farewell my pale City Rose
And I’ve been silly, but not really in purpose
I’ve tried, but not really, not hard enough...
All wrong
And how wrong...
So long, my pale City Rose
Amongst those Hazy fates and cloudy prose
I belong to the Midlake swimmers
No song to regret, all is great
All wrong, we’re not fully safe and sound, no...
That’s the trick, how we kept our pride
All wrong
And how wrong...
So long, my pale City Rose
No ghost in the shell
Only codes from the swell
All wrong, so wrong
But don’t explain...
Don’t explain, don’t explain, don’t explain...
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11. |
Bat on a Swing
03:22
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Bat on a swing
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
There’s a bat on a swing
And a web on the ceiling
The spider is near and the cat
The cat is asleep
No one is watching over me and I wonder
Who does this smile with wings possibly belongs to?
Those two pointed teeth
Gently rocks over my cradle
Like a pendulum in the wind like a rival
Or a head down little friend, like no angel
There’s a day sleeper in the back of a garden
A black dangling guardian
A dream catcher
For the day dreamer
In the shade of a tree
The bat is on guard
From its control swing
Everything is clear as Daylight
My mind’s at rest
I’ve got nothing to worry about
Free at last to take my afternoon nap
Before the light goes down
Before my folks bend over my cradle
Like a pendulum in the wind like a rival
Or a head down little friend, like no angel
There’s a day sleeper in the back of a garden
A black dangling guardian
A dream catcher
For the day dreamer
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12. |
No Science-Fiction
03:15
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No science fiction
(Artist: Bats on a Swing / Songwriter: Damien Somville)
My generation
Has the shape of a question mark
Staring at the mirror seeking for itself
An unscience fiction
Dream where youngsters don’t chill out in the park
No science fiction
For my generation
No science fiction
But maybe a revolution
An unscience fiction
Dream where youngsters don’t chill out in the park
No science fiction
For my generation
No science fiction
And maybe no evolution
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