1. |
Crocodile
03:56
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I’m lying under water, like a dead tree.
But my soul is sneaky and my stomach is empty.
So don’t let yourself fooled by these peacefull swamps.
I will eat your body without any mercy.
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2. |
Panther
06:06
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The holy bouncing panther discovers the world,
Driving red car, with a pantero.
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3. |
Swan
04:16
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I wriggle like a pickle, scare seagulls to get my bread.
Kid of the lake, in my belly, I kick out the swan.
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4. |
Bear
03:41
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5. |
Cat
06:13
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“I’m your best friend”, written on my chest.
I walk on the roof, sleep in the day.
I remain on my guards, browse in the garden.
‘Cause I am free, your avatar cat.
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6. |
Dog
03:52
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May have listened to your dog,
May have listened to mash potatoes.
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7. |
Wolf
04:20
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Why do you preach, so agressive?
You bite your wolf like a poodle.
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8. |
Pig (the first one)
03:38
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I Build concrete wall on the borders.
I am a charade, not just a pig.
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Poney
03:12
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I spend the day in my Strawberry Fields,
Walking slowly, children on my back.
I dream of being a western horse.
I conquer my wildness, like Yesterday.
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10. |
Hedgehog
03:15
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I fought the world with my hedgehog fate,
Smashed yellow in the middle of the road.
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11. |
Rat
05:02
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I live with my family, watching next to my burrow.
But nobody likes me, they prefer other animals.
I’m not from laboratory.
I eat your garbage alone.
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12. |
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World Big boss, Donald, ha ha charade you are.
You build concrete wall, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You only feel your wallet,
Almost a joker,
Head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
Down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
KinG B. rat, Vlad, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked an old mother, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
Good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you, E-man, ha ha charade you are.
Locked king in palace, ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
E-man you're nearly a treat,
E-man you're nearly a treat,
But you're really a cry.
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bunzap Lyon, France
bunzap est un projet solo de chansons darkwave électro jazz par Mathieu Aubineau.
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