Release : March 2008
Tracklist :
01 Nerd
02 Undercontrol
03 Prepared
04 Official
05 Wasted Hope
06 Somehow
Credits : All songs recorded in our rehearsal room, then mixed & mastered by Rémy Mayot @ Snapcut studio
(p) & (c) Chasing Paperboy & Mikey Randall
Label : Truffle Shuffle Records
Lyrics :
nerd
i'm a nerd
i was not prepared
i'm waiting for that another blame
i stopped to count the rest
and my end be again in the shame
lost every little things of my comprehension
and every morning the same resurrection
reality is to be face of my past
and again and again always to delight
to be face of decline
i'm a nerd with no hand to take
disillusions are my own friends
knowing the way knowing the less but left
loneliness is my own oxygen
my moment will come
but the way is long
am i really the only one in vain ?
am i really the only vain ?
in vain
my moment will come
but the way is long
am i really the only one ?
lost every little things of my comprehension
and every morning the same resurrection
reality is to be face of my past
and again and again always to delight
to be face of decline
undercontrol
today you’re under control
your past seems to be
the best way you preach
between dust and spotlights
the right words you’ll teach
i’d rather you were unable to bring out
cause anyhow right now
i'll take the story from the start
you’re lost
what are you afraid of ?
make money on our back
it doesn’t get enough ?
our youth against your voice
your experience in front of our choice
today you make out your role
and face your own fears
cause life’s just a bitch
but no wound to mind
go without a stitch
look down upon our heads
speak some trash about us
the shame you’re building there
won’t hold you faster on the bus
you’re lost
what are you afraid of ?
make money on our back
it doesn’t get enough ?
our youth against your voice
your experience in front of our choice
prepared
i was not prepared to understand
the thing which dozen love functioning
in a cowardice to forget all thing
now you disloved
down is mine
down is blind
i can't leave my underground
i need a help
really take my hand
i will great without regrets
i choose my place to arise again
i choose the day step by step
i choose the day
calendar says
done is mine
done is blind
i can leave my underground
i need a hand
i will great without regrets
i choose my place to arise again
i choose the day step by step
i choose the day
calendar says
we are here
we are right
all our sorrow still alive
we are here
we are right
all our sorrow still alive
according to my chair
i'm pretty loyal
with her back became one
my vertebra column
the latest newcomer
will never turn into my pal
from the skin to my bones
i chose my own prison
beyond the closed door my way drawn
five pm to the clock i got home
and it's a long way to reach
comfortable life
sure to avoid routine
ask it to my wife
and tomorrow never late on my desk
at my elbow
got no task to testify
job mates are fucking busier than me
i stay starring at the hand
quit bugging me !
bad habit you say
thirty years without changing
my kind of made
official worker
official sucker
according to my chair
i'm pretty loyal
with her back became one
my vertebra column
the latest newcomer
will never turn into my pal
from the skin to my bones
i chose my own prison
wasted hope
early in the morning
i've just opened the office
i'm waiting behind the desk
waiting to lie to you
ready to convince you
to sign a useless placement
ready to use all vices
to obtain your agreement by cunning
five pm i’ve locked the office
and i ride on the highway
thinking on honest workers
that i rule just improve my sell rate
and i hope a hypothetic promotion
what I steal what I refused
pathetic
keeping up my disarray
in front of my tv
giving a way to despair
my actions coz i lose my will
unable to change something
since i sold my mind to the same pill
in financial hell
such a life wasted hope
i never got my golden role
i’m feeling lost
can i control ?
take time listen to me bro'
ratio of shame percent of death
no one value to get out myself
want the cheques of your mistakes
and i'll clear out all these easy targets
such a life . wasted hope . such a life
somehow
you're starving on the way that you live
follow the first worst feeling
nothing comes with violence
you need to use your intellect
waiting for the rain
wash the scars away
here we forget
how fragility is everywhere
wash the scars away
on your sweet desire
scream your fucking goal !
no tears no tears
we want some more
scream your fucking goal !
we are glad to be
who we are
not really gone not really far
not really
really gone not very far
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