Release : 2010
Song : "Sunday morning (95-C cover)"
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Song : "Sunday morning (95-C cover)"
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03/12/2010
Split-CD/LP 12" w/ 95-C
Release : november 2010 (CD) & december 2010 (LP)
Tracklist :
Mikey Randall
01 I've been working for eleven years and it's so fucked up
02 Kartoffeln Douchebag Sportshoes
03 Chasing the paperboys
04 Sunday morning (acoustic)
95-C
01 Green blood
02 Motel or cell
03 Let’s talk about having weird ideas to conquer the world!
04 Alcohol (acoustic)
Credits : All songs recorded in our rehearsal rooms, then mixed and mastered by Jack Shirley @ Atomic Garden Studio, San Fransisco (CA)
(p) & © Mikey Randall & 95-C 2010
Labels : Truffle Shuffle Records, Shotdown, Crust Caviar, Paranoïa, High School Side Kick
Purchase : CD & vinyl LP 12" available now on our Bigcartel store
Lyrics :
I’ve been working for eleven years and it’s so fucked up
‘Was so far from here with my false beliefs. Kept hard through our common sense, written by another hierarchy. Forced to be used like a machine every fucking single day.
All actors without script, controlled just for economy. Abusing the time of poorest, manipulate citizen, and corrupted by medias, virgin spirits sink in dumb. All actors without script controlled just for economy. Wolves around the little sheep, state of more privatized taxes. I’m over twenty five (over twenty five, unready) and I’m not ready now (time has gone for me now, it’s all done). Step further to the grave (over twenty five, unready now) don’t trade with the old man. As we can live as before, as we stay like nothing’s gone or starting thinking by yourself, don’t support olympic games. Never give my confidence I said but secretly I hoped. Fifteen years later I know, I look like zombie out of tomb. I’m over twenty five (over twenty five, unready) and I’m not ready now (time has gone for me now, it’s all done). Step further to the grave (over twenty five, unready now) don’t trade with the old man, with that old man. Cansados de trabajar, dia tras dia, como maquinas. Usados como ovejas, y estamos hartos. Time’s up for me, time’s up for me. Don’t mess with right intentions.
Kartoffeln Douchebag Sportshoes
Fake it from the signs, bet he’s stronger than a guy. Muscles oversize, old school fashion ‘till he dies. Breaker! Only tight. Breaker! One track mind. Tough guild on a moshing part, selfish never compromise. Breaker! Only tight. Breaker! One track mind. Cross drawn as a holy tab, selfish he will never compromise. Wriggle to defy, so pathetic in the facts. Hurt each other sides. Sport shoes, Karate Dance Style. Breaker! Only tight. Breaker! One track mind. Tough guild on a moshing part, selfish never compromise. Breaker! Only tight. Breaker! One track mind. Cross drawn as a holy tab, selfish he will never compromise.
Chasing the paperboys
Here I’m again with your disc in my hand and I’m thinking about all good memories that I shake in my head, can’t forget it. Stupid things done like all moron punk boys, and I’m laughing again. We don’t know well, not so strange in this hell with these moments. Over there, appreciate this, sticking to fall appart. Over there, appreciate this, my eyes just weaken now. Cheer it up, tear it on, share it. Ready to change what has been done between us. I just wait, I’m just waiting for answers. Jeannot is cool he’s a tiny geek red bear I swear, Brian the railroad employee early awake, Jimbo the little monkey drunk everywhere, Rémi and Fred, one is tall and the other is gay! Over there, appreciate this, sticking to fall appart. Over there, appreciate this, my eyes just weaken now. Cheer it up, tear it on, share it. Ready to change what has been done between us. I just wait, I’m just waiting for answers. For the answers.
Sunday morning
Alarm clock is ringing oh god, so loud in my ears. Just another Sunday morning, a Sunday morning with some beers. I get up and I’m looking for a six-pack in the fridge. Alcohols are calling me and I don’t want to miss that fucking thing. It’s another Sunday morning, a morning with some beers. I don’t care where you are sleeping now, cause I can face my fears. And if you never want to go back home, it’s OK I don’t mind. It’s another Sunday morning, a morning with some beers. A roller coaster twistin’ in my head, so empty bottles are on my bed. And I don’t care about what they say. It’s another Sunday morning, a morning with some beers. I don’t care where you are sleeping now, cause I can face my fears. And if you never want to go back home, it’s OK I don’t mind. It’s another Sunday morning, a morning with some beers. And I’m drinking all alone cause I’m happy on my own and I know that I’m wrong, thinking all my problems are gone. It’s another Sunday morning, a morning with some beers. I don’t care where you are sleeping now, cause I can face my fears. And if you never want to go back home, it’s OK I don’t mind. It’s another Sunday morning, a morning with some beers.
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
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.
Debut-CD EP "Zero Of Our Time"
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
Liste de diffusion radio
Petit inventaire (non exhaustif) de quelques radios locales qu'on apprécie, et qui ont eu la gentillesse de diffuser nos titres :
- L'émission Joining The Circus qu'on peut écouter sur l'Eko des Guarrigues 88.5 FM à Montpellier, en direct le vendredi soir 18h-20h (rediff le lundi matin 10h-midi). Nos splits avec Chasing Paperboy et 95-C se sont vus gratifiés de leur 'Album de la semaine'. On en profite pour remercier le prof d'EPS moustachu Guillaume Circus !
- L'émission Dynamite ! Awesome Radio Show qu'on peut écouter sur Faget 94.2 FM à Nancy, tous les lundi soirs 22h-23h. Notre 1er EP a été gratifié de leur "Coup de coeur de la semaine". Un grand merci à Braddy & co pour leur soutien !
- L'émission Culture Punk, qu'on peut écouter sur Rock en Folie en Haute-Savoie, samedi de 19h à 21h et dont le player est à télécharger sur leur site, accessible à partir de notre page groupe. Merci à Yann et toute l'équipe !
- Radio Dio 89.5 FM à Saint-Étienne, ainsi que tout le réseau Ferarock
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