1. |
Mademoiselle Noir
02:24
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A man came across this old tower one day,
it was straight like from a book he once read
He lifted his head up and saw this young lady
and here's what the lady said:
Moi Je m'appelle Mademoiselle Noir
et comme vous pouvez le voir:
Je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit
The man was so scared he could only run away,
he ran to the town and then said:
"I just saw a lady with the longest dark hair
and I think she's a living dead!"
The people, so scared, took their guns and their swords
They ran to the tower and then
they saw the pale lady and felt a great fear
when they heard how she said it again
Moi Je m'appelle Mademoiselle Noir...
The people they new what this all was about,
she was clearly a demon from hell
They decided to set her long hair on fire,
in the end it would burn her as well
But the lady was no demon, she was a lonely soul,
just like in that book they once read
Still waiting for her prince, while her hair was on fire,
the one last time she said:
Moi Je m'appelle Mademoiselle Noir...
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2. |
NAVY BLUE (instrumental)
01:28
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3. |
Lo Siento Juan!
04:00
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He was a basic bartender with cute curly hair
She was a happy tourist, durnk enough to flirt and stare
She orded watermelon margaritas (or martinis?)
Well, I guess it doesn’t matter - he made them taste like sweeties
They shared a couple of words, just a couple of warm smiles
A couple of those looks and a couple of playful eyes
And when she had to go, he ran out and stopped her
Gave her a piece of paper with a cute note and a number
It said: ”I like you soooo much”
There was a boy from Barcelona
And a girl from a land far away
They met at a crep bar
And that’s the end,
I’m afraid there not much more to say
Lo siento Juan!
The girl thought ”Why not!” and sent him an SMS
But the days went by and like you might guess
The boy, he didn’t write or call, did not send her a word
She was a little bit confused, at least that’s what I’ve heard
Later on the girl was still filled with doubt
What if he never got the text? She had to find out,
so she called the number - what, it’s not in use? Oh no!
The boy forgot to tell her Barcelona’s area code
That pissed her off soooooo much
There was a boy from Barcelona...
The boy forgot about the girl and went on with his life
Most likely setteled down, has found a pretty wife
The girl? Who knows where she might be! Most likely on the road
Yet somehow she still remembers him, or that’s what I’ve been told
And Indeed, this time this really is the end
It only was a ”could’ve been” in the land of playing pretend
But maybe there will be a day when they both hear this song
Recognize this story and try to sing along
I mean the note said: "I like you soooooo much!"
There was a boy from Barcelona...
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4. |
Things I Ain't Got
03:20
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There's a story in my head
I hear it when I go to bed
Even if I'd rather not
It’s always there, it's all I've got
Guess you could say I've got all I need
It's all up there indeed
There's that one annoying guy
Who kinda liked me in junior high
He was rude so I said no
Now look at him, while I'm alone
He's looking great, with a job and a girl
Ain't it a cruel world
No matter what I do
No matter what I say
No matter what I choose
It's always the wrong way / There's alwasy a better way
I'm stuck in a world of black and white
While all the colours are bright
on that other side
There's that dress I didn't buy,
She wears it so well I could die
And that one movie that I missed,
Of course the best, makes me so pissed
It's just not fair, I'll go crazy soon,
'cause it seems I'm doomed
Looks like I can't tell wrong from right
'cause every single freaking time
I'm on the wrong side of the road
Hey world, this joke is getting old
It makes no sense, how could it be
That it's always me??
No matter what I do...
There's a story in my head
I think it goes without being said
it tells about the things I ain't got
And yeah I guess there are a lot
Of them, it might be that this list shouldn't have to be that long,
But that's another song…
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5. |
Snow
03:49
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I was
born in June
I'm a summer child,
so won't you tell me why it snows
inside me, it snows
sometimes
You know
what I'm talking of,
you've seen these faces on those trains
and trams and busses
This feeling is like those
so cold, but why?
I watch
how people laugh a lot
and they smile a lot and it seems
that they can lie as much as they want
So why am I an exception?
I tried so hard not to become one
It's not
that I would've lost a love
Or that I would've suffered much
No, that kind of stuff rarely happens to me
But it's real
These days are real
So I guess
I'll wait for June
And when it comes again I'll be born again
And again, and again
Until the snow melts
Until the snow melts
Until the snow melts
It happens sometimes
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6. |
Empty Paper
01:24
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I am the empty paper
That will steal your thoughts
I am the brand new pen box
That will stay untouched
I am the gray, cold Sunday
That will make you rust
I am the unknown sadness
That will cover you with dust
Why did you come, why did you come?
I never wanted you to come
Why did you come, why did you come?
I didn't ask for you to come x2
I am the empty paper
That will steal your thoughts
I am the empty paper
Let me steal your thoughts
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7. |
GREEN (instrumental)
01:19
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8. |
Crashing
00:54
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This is it, we're on the edge of everything
We ran so fast we didn't see it coming
We kept on making lies, it was easy to believe in them
Now it's the time to pretend we didn't se it coming
This is it, we're on the edge of all we know
We didn't look back when we could, and now we can't
We kept on making promises, and we kept on breaking them
Now we're gonna pretend we didn't see it coming
Ladies and Gentlemen, we're crashing. Please enjoy the ride.
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9. |
La Belle et La Bête
03:43
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A long time ago, in a story so old
There was a beauty and and a beast, or so I’ve been told
They were these two strangers, two lonely souls
But it’s not what you think, no, here’s how it goes:
Lets start with the Beast, he was ugly and scary
Pathetic and poor, and horribly hairy
The outside was rough, but once he smiled
You could see that he had a heart of gold inside
The Beast loved a Beauty, this pretty little thing
She was the fairest of them all, and she could dance and sing
But unlike the beast whose love shined the best
She loved herself, never cared for the rest
La Belle et la bête (the beauty and the beast)
Quelle tragédie (what a tragedy)
Elle est comme le jour (she is like the day)
Il est comme la nuit (he is like the night)
Il est amoureux (he is in love)
Elle ne se soucie pas (she doesn't care)
Vont-ils mourir tout seule? (Will they die alone?)
On verra (We'll see)
One day the beast found the Beauty ”Perfection”
Sitting by the lake (making love to her reflection)
The Beast then decided that it was the time
To tell the pretty Beauty of his feelings inside
He stepped out from the shades with a flower in hand
Said bravely: ”My lady, the fairest in this land,
I might not be a prince, but my heart beats for you!”
Oh the Beauty just laughed, so cold, so cruel
”You smelly old fat hairy pig”, she said
”You thought I could love you? I’d rather be dead!”
Still laughing she turned and danced to her home
Leaving the Beast, heart-broken, alone
La Belle et la Bête…
While the Beauty lives all by herself still today
The Beast learned his lesson and changed his ways
He found that true beauty cannot be seen
And that things are most likely not what they seem
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10. |
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I've got no words that I could sing
in this song
All the syllables I know
sound all wrong
There are no good rhymes left,
all that could be said is said
So I'm stuck with this
nonsense instead
I'm all out of melodies
They all sound the same to me
My guitar only laughs
'cause I can't teach my hands
how to play
these words I'm trying to say
How could something this vague
ever be explained?
How could all these emotions be so
simply wrapped and tamed?
Who was the first to say they even
need to be defined?
I'm not against it, it's just that I
can't help wondering why
I'm all out of melodies...
I wasn't supposed to write this song
I wasn't gonna try
'cause I'm not sure of what I think
and I don't want to lie
But it looks like these feelings
made me sing anyway
Maybe some day I'll find
The words I'm trying to say
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11. |
Cappuccino Machine
01:33
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Wake up, drink a cup of coffee,
spend a day doing what you do and go to sleep again
I wish I had a cappuccino machine,
basic coffee maker isn't good enough for me
Should I run? I could still catch that bus!
No, wait, it just left, I guess I'll be late again
Oohh, I'm so hungry I would love to make some dinner
but I'm sooo damn tired, I guess I'll just order some pizza
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12. |
Hetki - A Moment
01:10
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On elämä kummallista tosiaan - Life is very strange indeed
Täällä yksi yössä laulaa vaan - Here this one is just singing
Vaikka pitäis mennä nukkumaan - Even though it's time to sleep
Mut aika on huijari, pelkkä haamu - But time is a cheater, only a ghost
Tääl voi olla yö, mut tuol jossain on aamu - It might be a night here, but somewhere it's morning
Siellä heräilen parhaillaan - I'm just about to wake up there
Nää sävelet ilmassa soi yksinään - these melodies fly alone in the air
Ei niistä kiinnostu yksikään - and absolutely no one cares
Kuluvat sekunnit mua säestää - the passing seconds are accompaning me
Tää hetki on mun, jo nukkuvat muut - This moment is mine, others already sleep
Talo ja taivas ja piha ja puut - The house and the sky and the yard and the trees
En vois pyytää enempää - I couldn't ask for more
Mut hetken kestää hetki vaan - But a moment lasts only for a moment
Se on ohi ennen kuin huomaatkaan - It's gone before you know it
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13. |
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We can go back again,
to where we began
and then when we reach the end,
we can still pretend that
we can go back again...
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