Name: Les Champs Elysees (feat. Lyssa Dahling) by BromRoc
Duration: 2 min 24 s
Description: Les Champs Elysees (feat. Lyssa Dahling) Joe Dassin Cover

Music is a battery, it is duality
Music’s even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck

When I am rusted from the rain
Music is my king of pain
When there is nothing left to lose
Music is my policy of truth

When I feel dead inside
Music is here for me, in my judgement night
It’s the gentle art of making enemies
It is the prayer of the refugees

Like a violent pornography
Like a bittersweet symphony
When I am walking on the moon
Music is tick tick tick tick tick tick…. booom

I keep your music in a heart-shaped box
I know your music can release the dogs

Music is a battery, it is duality
Music’s even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck

Music is hysteria, it is insomnia 
Music is my Jesus of suburbia
Music is a requiem, it is my aeroplane
Music is insane in the membrane

Music is there to mezmerize
Music is there to hypnotize
Music is my church of noise
It is for 21st century digital boys

When time is running out
Music is there to take a look around
Music is my black hole sun
Music is there with song2 and with one

I keep your music in a basket case
I hear your music in the cars I chase

Music is a battery, it is duality
Music’s even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck

Music is toxicity, it is my remedy
Music is my virtual insanity
Music is for Diane, it is for Roxanne
Music is the last dance for Mary Jane

Music, Vol. 1

Music

Follow me to the other side
So much to see beyond your fights
They love, they breathe, they live, they die
They tell the truth, sometimes they lie 

But to your ears their
words sound so different, somehow strange
And you don’t like what
you do not know or understand

Follow me to the other side
You'll understand at speed of light
They breath, they fear, follow the rules
Each day they take their kids to school

But on TV they
look so confusing, out of range
And you don’t like what 
you do not know or understand

And to your ears their 
words sound so different, somehow strange
And in your fears your 
own world is not yet up for change

So in your heart it's 
just such a foreign frightening land
And you don't like what 
you do not know or understand

Foreign land, time to see
Heart in hand, come with me
You are told who’s the enemy
You won't find the truth on TV

They share your fears, they share your dreams
Up close it's different than it seems
For you it’s foreign frightening lands
Could be friends

Their church and gods have different names
Their future’s going up in flames
For you it’s foreign frightening lands
Could be friends

They tell you who’s the enemy
But you won't find truth on TV
For you it’s foreign frightening lands
Could be friends

They share your fears, they share your dreams
Up close it's different than it seems
It’s not just foreign frightening lands

Les Champs Elysees (feat. Lyssa Dahling)

BromRoc

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