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So Bad/Sticky Hoe

Untouchable (Prod. By Loyal Bones)

32Roses - I doubled my dosage

SAYIN SHIT (Prod. by Wndr)

It is time, it is time 
Es ist Zeit  Es ist Zeit
Tired of paying for thieves 
Tired of paying for killers 
Tired of paying for liars 
Fed up with polluters

We want more dreamers 
We want more colors 
We only want happiness 
We want to love flowers
 We want to talk about the heart 
We want to dance for hours!
Long live the Dreamers 
Long live the Colours
 Long live happiness
 Long live the Flowers
 Long live the Hearts 
Long live the Dancers
 Long live the Singers!  
Vive les rêveurs ! (Dreamers) 


Our words are simple but clear. The most beautiful songs of love, respect, tolerance, dreams… were written. Unfortunately it is always the world of guns, violence, destruction that we hear louder. The law of the strongest is always the best. The voice of the weakest or seemingly weakest, the being who speaks to birds, who likes to look at the moon rather than walk on it, is always perceived as poetry but not life. We have had enough. We want artists for president everywhere!  
We want this world to put forward good people, rather than liars, thieves, criminals, polluters. We mean it and we display it. Show your smile if you want to be with us. The little prince for president of the universe!
Finally, we have chosen a symbol of hope for this title. Pinocchio can change, can stop lying. Both symbolizes our world, the lie of everybody, as well as its remedy. The latter belongs to each and everyone, and begins with oneself.
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Il est l’heure, il est l’heure…
 Es ist Zeit  Es ist Zeit
Il est l’heure.
Marre de payer pour des voleurs 
Marre de payer pour tueurs 
Marre de payer pour menteurs  
Marre des pollueurs
Vive les Rêveurs 
 Vive les Couleurs
 Vive les Bonheurs
 Vive les Fleurs
 Vive les Cœurs
 Vive les Danseurs
 Vive les Chanteurs !

Nous on veut Plus de rêveurs  
Nous on veut Plus de couleurs 
Nous on veut Que du bonheur
Marre des pollueurs  
Vive les rêveurs !

Marre de payer pour des voleurs 
Marre de payer pour des tueurs 
Marre de payer pour des menteurs  
Marre des pollueurs
Il est l’heure.

Vive les rêveurs ! 


Nos mots sont simples et clairs. Les plus belles chansons d’amour, de respect, de tolérance, de rêve… ont été écrites. Malheureusement c’est toujours le monde du canon, de la violence, de la destruction que, plus fort, nous entendons. La loi du plus fort est toujours la meilleure. La voix du plus faible ou qui semble le plus faible, l’être qui parle aux oiseaux, qui aime regarder la lune plutôt que marcher dessus, est toujours perçu comme de la poésie, mais pas de la vie. Nous, nous en avons assez. Nous voulons des artistes pour président de partout ! 
 Nous voulons que ce monde mette en avant les gens biens, plutôt que les menteurs, les voleurs, les criminels, les pollueurs. Oui nous pensons être mieux que des menteurs, des criminels, des voleurs et des pollueurs de ce monde. Nous le pensons et nous l’affichons. Affiche ton sourire si tu veux être avec nous. Le petit prince pour président de l’univers !
Pour finir, nous avons choisi un symbole d’espoir pour ce titre. Pinocchio peut changer, peut arrêter de mentir. Il symbolise à la fois notre monde, le mensonge de chacun, autant que son remède. Ce dernier appartient à chacun et commence par soi.

L'heure

Written By: Michael Conover

“Evil Empire Is The Gang”

Walking through the streets, pistol on my hip
Nobody gonna stop me, sights on the rip
Sick of all these little bitches, they don't know my name (name)
They gon' learn today, got my finger on the flame

Pistol packing, never slacking
On the move, ain't no looking back
Pistol packing, never slacking
Hookers on my snap, aye that’s a fact (Skrait up)
Quickie in the shower, then I take a lap (Watch out)

Rebel to the system, renegade to the game
Never gonna front, got my own way of claiming fame (?)
Force to be reckoned with, ain't nobody gonna stop me
Got my guns blazing, leaving the competition dropped “squeeze” (pow)

Pistol packing, never slacking
On the move, ain't no looking back
Pistol packing, never slacking
Hookers on my snap, aye that’s a fact (facts)
Quickie in the shower, then I trap
She on the pole, make that booty clap clap

Product of the ghetto, where the strong survive
Had to fight to make it, ain't nobody gonna thrive
A warrior, a fighter, a rebel to the core
Got my pistol packing, and I'm walking out the door

Pistol packing, never slacking
On the move, ain't no looking back
Pistol packing, never slacking
Fucked a hooker on my snap , aye that’s a fact
Catch me hittin’ that 
Thumb in her (ah) I’m really strapped 

They say I'm crazy, they say I'm insane
Never drop the ball, for you lames
Watch me go on and on for days 
I could text back, but I’d rather get paid 

Slanging off the dope (dope)
Never had no hope (hope)
Cock it, drop it, do it like Huey said then “Pop Lock And Drop It” 

I could fight this feeling, but I’d rather fight you 
Now your on my time “hoe get a clue”

Pistol Packing, Never Slacking (Prod. nightrdd)

(c) Fermi's Jukebox 2024

This song is an epic prog rock/psychedelic journey with lots of musical “good bits” that get better each time you hear it 

Lyrics:

You can't see me in the dark (coming for you I'm coming for you)
I will find you in the dark(coming for you, I'm coming for you)
I am a killer in uniform. I went to war and I feel fine, so let's get it on!

Night time patrol we saw as many as 50 men were hiding in the ground
Night vision, they didn't see it comin', sniper took a man for ev'ry round
I felt the thrill of ev'ry kill Yeah! That's just what they wanted me to do and I'm alive!

When a young man goes to...
War is a game I blow shit up, War is a "happy ending"
I am a killer in uniform
If I survive, the dead will live on in my dreams

My girl she Faces me ev'ry day. Her smile can't hide the dread in her eyes,
She says "Babe your tour it's ending soon. Our bed is warm and waiting for you"
But I can never tell her the truth: The man in the bed will never be the same man

I can never sleep in the dark(coming for me, they're coming for me)

I now have a medal of honour for killing 50 enemy. I took ev'ry single one of them home. They share the bed with me and my girl. Blood on the ceiling, blood on the walls. I see their faces, smell their blood in my dreams

Under the moon

32Roses

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