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Young & Foolish
03:01
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Nuffink
03:10
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As soon as i saw that ice cream van
I started to formulate a plan,
i thought to myself well god damn man
I’ve got to get my tiny hands
On something cold, something soft
Something to get my tastebuds off
As i had no cash I was at a loss
But it stuck in my mind just like a bad cough
So i sneaked into my parents room
Draped in Sunday morning gloom
I could barely see them lying there
Sound a sleep, without a care
I searched around for my father’s wallet
And i held my breath as soon as i got it
There was just one coin a single pound
I took it and left without a sound
If you were born with nothing
Where do you go from there?
Those that are born with nothing
Know that no one cares
Everyone take one step back
See how the chips are stacked
I stood there, like a wanted man
Staring at my guilty hands
The ice cream had a bitter taste
Imagining my fathers face
When he realized I was a thief
His disappointment beyond belief
I Thought to myself wouldn’t it be pity
If we all ended up in cardboard city
I Thought to myself wouldn’t it be pity
If we all ended up in cardboard city
If you were born with nothing
Where do you go from there?
those that are born with nothing
Know that no one cares
Everyone take one step back
See how the chips are stacked
Lyrics by Lewca
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Bad Man
03:32
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Bad Man
I look real pretty, all dressed in black
But i'm ugly on the inside, my soul is cracked
I've got a nasty disposition so don't push your luck
And if My kids are sleeping man don't wake them up
Since the littlun was born I ain't been getting much sleep
I'm Popping pills all day long just to stay on my feet
Yeah I'm pushing on 40, still getting f**ked up
Call me a dead beat daddy, girl , I don't give a f**k
I'm a bad man
You couldn't fathom how f**king evil I really am
I'm a bad man
I'm on a level even the devil can't understand
I'm a cheap motherf**ker i never pay my debts
And when you hear me talking you would swear I had Tourette's
I've got a conflictual relationship with authority
Any time i see the police I scream stop fucking with me!
I hate to admit it, but just for a minute
I ‘ll bite the biscuit
And be realistic
I’m a nasty egocentric piece of s**t that’s true
But if we are being honest baby so are you
Maybe that’s why we get on so well
Maybe that’s why we belong hell
Like Bob said only time will tell
I’ll have my dick in your mouth while you’re ringing the bell
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
Girl
I'm a bad man
You couldn't fathom how f**king evil I really am
I'm a bad man
I'm on a level even the devil can't understand
Lyrics by Lewca
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Fallen
04:15
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FALLEN
Teardrops falling in my whisky
A thousand shots wouldn't stop the pain that's killing me
Pour out a drink for the fallen
I think i hear my friends calling
And I wonder why they had to die and it wasn't me.
Nicolas Laville was a crazy motherf***er
And when I was an adolescent he was like my f***ing brother,
Always in the thick of it, We used to steal all kinds of s**t,
Whatever we could get our hands on ; sell it to the other kids,
Porno mags, cigarettes, car radios that took cassettes, pirate copies of VHS or anything you want I guess.
while i was satisfied being the sorcerers apprentice
Nicolas wanted to grow up to be a straight up menace
Then the years went by and we grew apart,
When I heard he died, in my heart,
I cant say I was surprised, but i never would of thought of suicide,
Turns out it was a girl who got him, she broke his heart and he sank to bottom of a f***ing river, that s**t must have been cold as ice, it still makes me shiver
And it eats me up that I never called, just to check up on the fool. It'd been nice to go out for a couple beers, now I'm only left with tears.
At the funeral his ex wasn't there, she couldn't handle all the stares, but she's a good person and it's hard to blame her as she died of cancer a few years later.
Teardrops falling in my whisky
A thousand shots wouldn't stop the pain from killing me
Pour out a drink for the fallen
I think i hear my friends calling
And I wonder why they had to die and it wasn't me.
The Last time I saw my father alive
Was on a Friday night in November 95
I’d spent the day out with my mates
And when I got back home it was getting late
I was stoned out of my tiny mind
So I went to the bathroom to bide some time
I was Having a dump reading a magazine
When i heard a thump and an awful scream
I ran out and saw my dad lying on the floor
My mum yelled at me he ain’t breathing no more.
She started performing CPR while I called an ambulance.
My dad came to and starting s**tting his pants.
He was crying and saying that he was afraid to die..
My mother tried to comfort him by telling him lies.
In intensive care they said he was out of the danger zone.
We found out he died from a message on the answer phone
Teardrops falling in my whisky
A thousand shots wouldn't stop the pain from killing me
Pour out a drink for the fallen
I think i hear my friends calling
And I wonder why they had to die and it wasn't me.
Lyrics by Lewca
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Giggle
03:00
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Lewca Paris, France
After studying Fine Art and dabbling in film, Lewca started making music just before he was too old to die
young.
His influences range from cheap beer to expensive rum, and also The Clash, The Streets, Ian Dury, Eminem, Tom Waits, whoever is making decent music...
He currently lives in Normandy, has three kids and a mortgage and semi-domesticated hedgehog named “Sonic”
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