Split CD w/ Chasing Paperboy

Release : november 2008

Tracklist :

Chasing Paperboy
01 Stucked In The Politics
02 Should I Go Far?
03 Wake Up
04 Need To Go On

Mikey Randall
05 Wreck In My Hand
06 Competition For Life
07 Our Own Grave
08 Alcohol



Credits : Mostly recorded, mixed & mastered by Rémy Mayot @ Snapcut studio, Tourrettes sur Loup, partly recorded in our rehearsal room
(p) & (c) Chasing Paperboy & Mikey Randall

Label : Truffle Shuffle records

Purchase : CD still available on our Bigcartel webstore & Truffle Shuffle Records store

Lyrics :

Wreck In My Hand

It's really bad now. Now I understand what is done. That questions and dreams are personal. Even if we're scared we've got different fears. All my doubts begin here. You got the only control. All these steel constructions. All days our submissions. You've got the only control. Our piece of rest. We fall. Won’t sit back on my ass. Let everything wasted. Same old fuckin’ promise. Even if we're scared. You’ve got the only control.

Competition for life

Nothing to touch. Nothing to change. Me on the side. I'm close to this side to claim. Nothing on purpose. Nothing to blame. Us on the side. Got nothing to pretend. Ahead in time. Selected truth. The single one would be just honorable. I don’t give a lesson it’s not a competition for life. Don't think about a rusty word that you can say by nature. I hate this one. I hate this word. I hate this lie. All this time anger in my fuckin’ fiction. Ahead in time. Selected truth. The single one would be just another. All this time anger in my fuckin’ fiction.

Our Own Grave

We're gone to the point of no return. Should I care for such a poor sick sad little world? So close. What the hell is blowing on? Understand power's melt and left the story too far. Set the rules to go my way. Not alone. No one there to comfort me. We are done. We're done, digging our own grave. No citizen move to bring back the roots we miss. So close, once again to see our fall. Daily bread before the healthiest roof overhead. Set the rules to go my way. Not alone. No one there to comfort me. We are done. Makin’ up reality. Got no hero to present a program. Who'd be able to save me? Got no damn decision. Got no fuckin’ future. Got no change. So take your own chance to save you. So take your own chance to save yourself.

Alcohol

Leave your possessions outside and come now into my world. Leave your smile off, derision with your wallet on your desk. Waiting for the next you want to come now. Which part of you disturbs this way? Now you can call her bad dream. All the facts are done. Now you’re facing reality. Tired faces inside your eyes. You're waiting for someone but you'll never find. Tired faces. Lie after lie. You're always blind. Which part of you disturbs this way? Now you can call her bad dream. All the facts are done. Now you’re facing reality.