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Burn The City
03:26
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Burn the city down
Burn the city down
Burn the city, burn it to the ground
Burn the city down
Burn the city down
Burn the city, burn it to the ground
Smash the lights you know
See the urban glow
Tell the stores that it’s time to go
Light a match
It’s time to burn this town
Grab a mask, don’t choke
And a yellow coat
Snort a line and I guess you’re fine
Light a match
It’s time to burn this town
Burn the city down
Burn the city down
Burn the city, burn it to the ground
Burn the city down
Burn the city down
Burn the city, burn it to the ground
Smash the lights you know
See the urban glow
Tell the stores that it’s time to go
Light a match
It’s time to burn this town
Grab a mask, don’t choke
And a yellow coat
Snort a line and I guess you’re fine
Light a match
It’s time to burn this town
Oh Road-dog,
When I first saw you standing there
In your dirty blue jeans
And that Molotov cocktail in your hand,
I just knew we were meant to be together…
To live forever,
Off the grid with a family of chickens.
But for now, I want you to take my hand,
And let’s burn the city…
Burn the city…
Oh burn the city…
Oh burn the city!
Light a match you know
See the urban glow
Tell the stores that it’s time to go
Light a match
It’s time to burn this town
Grab a mask, don’t choke
And a yellow coat
Snort a line and I guess you’re fine
Light a match
It’s time to burn this town
(This is the Portland Police
Move back. Move back. Move back.)
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2. |
Madonna/Whore
03:26
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I always water all my house plants
I do it in my underwear
And when I’m folding up my laundry
I like to touch my ‘you know where’
Oh you see
(You see what you see when you’re looking through the eyes of society)
What you want to see
You see what you want to see
Madonna whore, madonna whore,
Madonna whore dichotomy
Oh I’ll be
(I’ll be what I’ll be and you can’t have control over my body)
What you want to be
Will be what you want me to be
Madonna whore, madonna whore,
Madonna whore dichotomy
I mow my lawn and clip my coupons
I dance in bed like Fred Astaire
And please pardon my français
I like it in the derrière.
Oh you see
(You see what you see when you’re looking through the eyes of society)
What you want to see
You see what you want to see
Madonna whore, madonna whore,
Madonna whore dichotomy
Oh I’ll be
(I’ll be what I’ll be and you can’t have control over my body)
What you want to be
Will be what you want me to be
Madonna whore, madonna whore,
Madonna whore dichotomy
Oh you see
(You see what you see when you’re looking through the eyes of society)
What you want to see
You see what you want to see
Madonna whore, madonna whore,
Madonna whore dichotomy
Oh I’ll be
(I’ll be what I’ll be and you can’t have control over my body)
What you want to be
Will be what you want me to be
Madonna whore, madonna whore,
Madonna whore dichotomy
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3. |
Sheela
02:08
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Oh oh Sheela
You’re unlike the other girls
You walk free with your head held high
And you rule your world
Oh oh Sheela
You never learned how to dance
Your choreography is the reign
Of the estate and finance
What can I say, tough titties
Oh oh Sheela
The number one of the Bhagwan
You make such a lovely right hand man
But you’re all woman
Oh oh Sheela
He never got you in the sack
The only thing that’ll tun you on
Is bio-terror attack
Free sex? We don’t charge for it if that’s what you mean.
Oh oh Sheela
You’re always conquering the town
No matter where you go
You always wear the crown
Oh oh Sheela
You never got to have fun
You love a man who turned you in
Drowned in his ocean.
I’ll have fifteen of their heads, and I mean business.
Sheela, Sheela lives forever
Sheela, Sheela lives forever
Sheela is a punk rocker
Sheela is a punk rocker
Sheela is a punk rocker now
Sheela is a punk rocker
Sheela is a punk rocker
Sheela is a punk rocker now
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4. |
Bespoken
03:32
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Charlie was a tailor
His hair was color ginger
His brawny hands sewed the smartest three piece suites.
He lived a life in London
He lived a life in Hollywood
Nothing seemed to stop all of his life pursuits
Then his train fell of his tracks
Couldn’t hem any slacks
There was no turning back no
His brain didn’t give command straight to his hands
He couldn’t understand, no, ohohohohoh
Bespoken
With is hands
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
Heartbroken
Till each nerves end
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
Charlie was a punk
His head was always in it
His heart stitched together like his three piece suits.
He lived a life of labor
He loved the life of loneliness
Sharp as a dart and resolute
Then his luck pushed him back
Couldn’t hem any slacks
He went straight to black oh
Not another needle in hand
No more patterns planned
He couldn’t understand no
Bespoken
With is hands
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
Heartbroken
Till each nerves end
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
Oh Charlie
Bespoken
With is hands
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
Heartbroken
Till each nerves end
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
Bespoken
With is hands
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
Heartbroken
Till each nerves end
Couldn’t make amends
Charlie left this world un-hemmed
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5. |
Ça Plane Pour Moi
03:03
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Wam! Bam! Mon chat, splatch
Gît sur mon lit a bouffé sa langue en buvant dans mon whisky
Quant à moi, peu dormi, vidé, brimé
J'ai dû dormir dans la gouttière, où j'ai eu un flash
(hou-hou-oou-oou!)
En quatre couleurs
Allez hop! Un matin une louloute est v'nue chez-moi
Poupée de Cellophane, cheveux chinois
Un sparadrap, une gueule de bois
A bu ma bière dans un grand verre en caoutchouc
(hou-hou-oou-oou!)
Comme un indien dans son igloo
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi, ça plane pour moi
(Hou-hou-oou-oou!)
Ça plane pour moi
Allez hop! La nana
Quel panard, quelle vibration de s'envoyer sur le paillasson
Limée, ruinée, vidée, comblée
"You are the king of the divan!"
Qu'elle me dit en passant
(hou-hou-oou-oou!)
I am the king of the divan
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi, ça plane pour moi
(Hou-hou-oou-oou!)
Ça plane pour moi
Allez hop! T'occupe, t'inquiète, touche pas ma planète
It's not today que le ciel me tombera sur la tête
Et que l'alcool me manquera
(Hou-hou-oou-oou!)
Ça plane pour moi
Allez hop ma nana s'est tirée, s'est barrée
Enfin c'est marre, a tout cassé, l'évier, le bar me laissant seul
Comme un grand connard
(Hou-hou-oou-oou!)
Le pied dans l'plat
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi, ça plane pour moi
(Hou-hou-oou-oou!)
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi, ça plane pour moi
(Hou-hou-oou-oou!)
Ça plane pour moi
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6. |
Contactless
03:40
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Sitting at home with nothing to do
Taming of the masses, taming of the shrew
Can’t go to work can’t go outside to play
There’s something in the air and it’s taking flight
Nothing to do but sit and eat and fight off the demons in my head
And the virus on my hands and face
Stuck indoors can’t go outside
Can’t breathe the air it’s suicide
Stay indoors and feeling blue
You got no choice our hands are tied
Contactless, contactless, in distress
We’re contactless, contactless, oh oh oh we’re contactless
Sitting with a conscience global view
Voices of the masses, silenced by the few
Can’t let them harm can’t let them kill
Again and again and again and again
Lies spread faster than the speed of light
Siloed into left stalls, siloed into right
Swimming in a lake of hate and lies they spew
Stuck indoors can’t go outside
Can’t breathe the air it’s suicide
Stay indoors and feeling blue
You got no choice our hands are tied
We’re contactless, contactless, in distress
We’re contactless, contactless, oh oh oh we’re contactless
Sitting at home with nothing to do
Voices of the masses, silenced by the few
Can’t let them hate can’t let them kill
Again and again and again and again
Contactless
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7. |
Montagne Sacrée
03:38
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Montagne, montagne sacrée
Celle que je ne veux plus monter
We climb and we climb and we don’t get a dime
And then you drink all our wine
We climb and we climb and we don’t get a dime
And then you drink all our wine
Monuments upon monuments
Monuments upon monuments
Sacrée
Montagne sacrée
Montagne sacrée
Montagne, montagne sacrée
Celle que je ne veux plus monter
They say we’re free and then you believe
And then you walk back to your seat
They say we’re free and then you believe
And then you walk back to your seat
Consequence upon consequence
Consequence upon consequence
We’ll topple it down, we’ll topple it down
We’ll tear down the government with all those clown
Make an avalanche and topple it to the ground
We’ll topple it down, we’ll topple it down
Everybody let’s all gather around
Make an avalanche and topple it to the ground
Make and avalanche, make and avalanche
Make and avalanche, make and avalanche
Make and avalanche and topple it to the ground
Make and avalanche, make and avalanche
Make and avalanche, make and avalanche
Make and avalanche and topple it to the ground
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8. |
Don't Dictate
03:00
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Penetrating voices going thru' my head
I haven't listened to a thing they've said
Always there waiting with the answers
Won't suffer the consequences
Torn between the two
Right or wrong
There is no answer
Don't tell me what to do
Its my choice
I'll take it
I'll chance it
Don't dictate, don't dictate
Don’t dictate, dictate to me
Don't dictate, don't dictate
Don’t dictate, dictate to me
Penetrating voices going thru' my head
I haven't listened to a thing they've said
Always there waiting with the answers
Won't suffer the consequences
Torn between the two
Right or wrong
There is no answer
Don't tell me what to do
Its my choice
I'll take it
I'll chance it
Don't dictate, don't dictate
Don’t dictate, dictate to me
Don't dictate, don't dictate
Don’t dictate, dictate to me
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9. |
Sinnin' City
03:42
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When the city seems a thousand miles away
Standing pretty with no one else to hear it sing
No more drinking no more drugs
No more parties until dawn dance the night away
No more kisses no more hugs
No more barking of the dogs, just the same as yesterday
Today’s like yesterday
Sinnin’ City on a Saturday Night
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
I don’t know if I’ll make it alright
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sitting at home and remembering old times
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sinnin’ city on a Saturday night
Silent city, like a ship without a sail
Piercing through, is the urgent siren’s wail
Why can’t it be just like before
Nights we packed on the dance floor
Is it ever more?
Confine we will to carry on, til the virus is gone
Open all the doors
We’ll open all closed doors
Sinnin’ City on a Saturday Night
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
I don’t know if I’ll make it alright
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sitting at home and remembering old times
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sinnin’ city on a Saturday night
Oh sinning’, sinnin’ city
Well I remember the way it used to be
You and me and the devil makes three
Walking around from bar to party
Taking shots and acting naughty
Kissing toys and making noise
Street walking in heels with perfect poise
Remembering how it used to be
Burning, flaming, flaming, raging city!
Sinnin’ City on a Saturday Night
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
I don’t know if I’ll make it alright
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sitting at home and remembering old times
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sinnin’ city on a Saturday night
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sinnin’ city on a Saturday night
(Shoo wop shoo wop, shoo wop shoo wop)
Sinnin’ city
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The Fauxs Portland, Oregon
The Fauxs are Portland’s femme punk powerhouse, alchemizing bubbly guitar hooks, glam-influenced harmonies and a driving,
melodic rhythm section into something between a protest and a party. They deliver a compact burst of feminist discontent with songs that bop heads and encourage singalongs.
Melanie Hindman (vox/guitar), Aliah O’Neill (guitar), Tara Umesh (bass), and Kara Lancaster (drums).
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