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Intro
00:35
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Why do you keep talking to me?
Everybody just wants you to leave
Coming over here, starting a show
Why don’t you just get up and go?
Why do you keep shaking my hand?
Why can’t I make you understand?
You’re not welcome, back off.
Blood boiling and I want to kick off.
Get your hands away from her
Or things are going to get much worse
Get your head away from me too
Because I want to take it off of you.
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Warfare
01:56
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I want to be the USA
Kill my citizens every day
I want to be the Israelis
Bombing with impunity
I want to be the British Empire
Washing the world in blood and fire
I want to drop the atomic bomb
I want to kill everyone
Warfare. Bloodlust.
They know my name in Vietnam
They know my name in Afghanistan
Warfare. Bloodlust.
Never going to get enough.
I want to be the USA
Put my violence on display
I want to be the Saudis
Bombs for the oil that keeps you free
I want to be l’Empire Francais
Bathe this world in nuclear rays
I want to drop the atomic bomb
I want to kill everyone
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Answer Me
02:11
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I’m getting tired of this
Running just to stand still
Wasting all my time
Waiting on your line
I’ve heard it all before
Knocking on your door
Wasting all my time
Waiting on your line
I’ve been waiting too long
I know you’re leading me on
Wasting all my time
Waiting on your line
So tell me please
When you’re gonna answer me
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Papa Was a Von Bastard
02:05
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They said he was a Bible salesman
When they saw down him in Réunion
The only thing we know for certain
He left behind a son
Papa was a Von Bastard - he went everywhere
Papa was a Von Bastard - he vanished right into the air
Legend says he was a legionnaire
When they saw him in Montbéliard
If you want to know what he left there
You don’t have to look too far
The next place they saw him was in Orléans
And along came another baby
He left as quietly as he’d come
When the baby said “PK la Vi?”
Papa was a Von Bastard – now we go everywhere
Papa was a Von Bastard – we’ll find you one day, we swear
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Departures
00:56
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Your blue teardrop-shaped bottle of perfume is on my mind
I saw it for sale in the airport when I was leaving you behind
And I sprayed some on myself
And I’m probably going to lay in bed all day
And dream about you in my own pathetic way
And I’m getting kind of sick
And I’m getting kind of tired
Of wasting all my time
But I couldn’t be fucked doing anything else when you’re on my mind.
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Von Bastard History
02:21
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In the grey streets of a green city
I was found wandering cold and lonely
Spending my days fighting the weather
The unknown son of an unknown father
With nothing but a note damaged by the rain
“He’s the last know son of fortune and fame
His family were Barons in the Old Regime
He’s the last branch on his family tree”
Like so many before me I turned away
From the land I had known and spent all my days
Because I had no name, I had no home
In the end I had nowhere left to go
So I took what I had and I put it together
Aimed myself towards something better
I would reclaim the name of those who’d lost their necks
From that day on my name was Baron X
I landed in a bar and then I sat on my own
The Paris air was dirty and it smelled of smoke
I saw a fight brake out and thought “red alert”
A bunch of drunken French boys in Hawaiian shirts
They said “Hello pal, we are the Von Bastards
We cannot read, but we are freer than birds
We like to get drunk, and we like to beat nerds
Join us and we’ll take on all comers!”
I said “I’ll join you, we’ll be a company -
your drinking problems will never bother me -
we’ll take on these streets, we’ll always be free”
This is Von Bastard History.
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On The Shore
01:53
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You stuck with me through misery
Dark nights and darker dreams
You had me hanging from your arm
Like an angry-looking good-luck charm
I left you on the shore
Looking for more
You tried to navigate with me
To travel safe on dangerous seas
I let no anchor down to you
I drifted on, like ghost ships do
I left you on the shore
Deserving more
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Going West
03:33
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I’ve been lots of places
And I’ve seen lots of things
I broke laws and hearts and promises
But I’ve still got songs to sing
About where I’ve been, where I’m going
And life and love and lust
I’m afraid I can’t stop moving
I can’t stay here collecting dust
I got myself in trouble, but it’s probably not the last time
I hate to leave so sudden
But I know you’ll be fine
When I think of all we’ve done together it fills my heart with pride
I can’t stay here forever
But I’ll always be by your side
I’ve spent all my time moving
I drag myself forwards
Looking for what I’ve lost and forgotten
With my brothers the Von Bastards
I’ve slept more on trains and benches
Than in my own bed
I’m looking for something like silence
For the noise that’s always in my head
(Going West)
Searching for a place
Where I can plant my roots at last
I want to walk into the future
I’m tired of trying to fix the past
I’ve found a friendly hand to hold
And eyes that see me clearly
A warmth that chases out the cold
Someone who wants to wander with me
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First day of work and I’m with my friends
We’re already at the studio smashing some cans
It’s Monday night and I’m feeling good
We’re Baron X & the Von Bastards
Room’s heating up with smoke and wine
It doesn’t make a difference if you make it on time
We’re gonna play loud like you know we should
We’re Baron X & the Von Bastards
We didn’t come here to keep the peace
We came here to say Nique la Police
We came to dance, sing, make you feel good
We’re Baron X & the Von Bastards
Francis plays guitar like he’s Eddie Van
Thomas beats the drums like they were your dad
Clement plays the bass, and I thought you’d heard
I’m Baron X and I’m a Von Bastard
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Dinosaur Jesus was a friend of mine
Threw the sickest parties all the time
Turning water into Buckfast Tonic Wine
Dinosaur Jesus was a friend of mine
Jesus was a raptor
He hung out with hookers
Pontius Stegosaurus got sick of his grooves
Sick of the king of the Dinosaur Jews
Sick of all the free dinosaur booze
Dinosaur Jesus had to lose
He said ‘Dinosaur Jesus you’re a pretty cool guy
That’s why I gotta have you crucified’
So he nailed him to a cross and he fuckin’ died
But he rose from the dead just in time for Gay Pride
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You want me to fit into a space I can’t be
And you can’t see the corner you’re backing into me
And you want me to change my identity
And you don’t seem happy with who I can be
If I’m losing my way
I’ll be the last one to know
If I’m going astray
I’ll drown going with the flow
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Want it to be this way
Wishing that I could stay
I stand by your mirror in the dreams I’m in
Your heartbeat in my hands as I press them to your skin
And I know you’ve got a body just like mine
I’m trying to remember the colour of your eyes
You’re abstract like a crack in your reflection
I want to understand you but I can’t see the beginning
When we planted gardens inside the silence
And watched them grow in between us
I don’t know about your broken bones
Or you favourite colour
Or your broken home
I told you more than I told myself
Because someone took my cards and nailed them to my chest
And I know these moments will fall like sands
No matter how tightly I hold them in my hands
I come to your mirror and I recognise
The people that we were when we spent that time
Before we planted gardens inside the silence
And watched them grow in between us
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14. |
Syntax (2020 Remaster)
01:48
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My head’s so full of this syntax
Like glue, sticks and building blocks
Ja, ich möchte
Non, je ne veux pas
Níl mé sásta (ach)
Níl sé tábhachtach
Cáillte in áit eigeann idir an spéir agus an fharraige
(Argh fuck it)
Gib mir Freiheit
Gib mir Frieden
Give me somewhere to sleep
And a language to dream in
And my head’s still full of that syntax
Concrete, water, breaking rocks
Ja, ich möchte
Non, je ne veux pas
Níl mé sásta (ach)
Níl sé tábhachtach
Ag lorg rud éigin idir mo fola agus na sléibhte
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Sifting through the ruins for what I can see
A burned-out church where we used to be
A song someone started left incomplete
A lock rusted shut without a key
What’s left?
Not much – just another stumbler looking for a crutch
What’s left
Not much – just a bed of cinders going cold to the touch
No glass in the windows, just dead city air
Settles on confessionals that used to be there
Holy Trinity – Saint-Trinité
I somehow hoped it would be you and me
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