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Slow Children Playing

by Brake the Clock

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1.
Clockwork 02:20
2.
I'm Walking 03:51
I’m walking, I’m walking I’m thinking about nothing I hear some little sounds Coming up from underground Then Suddenly I smile Happy not to know why I look up to the stars Watch the strings of my guitar I am walking now (I’m walking now) And my eyes reflect my heart I am realizing (I am realizing) That I took the smallest part And I’m proud of myself (I’m proud of myself) Let them fight while I get out of here When I’m watching TV I feel that I’m not me And yes I should have known It’s better through the window I am walking now (I’m walking now) And my eyes reflect my heart I am realizing (I am realizing) That I took the smallest part And I’m proud of myself (I’m proud of myself) Let them fight while I get out of here I’ll be waiting for something old While others look for something new, always new I am walking now (I’m walking now) And my eyes reflect my heart I am realizing (I am realizing) That I took the smallest part And I’m proud of myself (I’m proud of myself) Let them fight while I get out of here
3.
Do we need more than this to feel good in our place When I’m cold, when the snow is falling on my face I think that I am old, the ice is still melting And spring comes back again to tell us we’re living Even if everyone has to carry his cross Even if everyone cannot agree with boss This world is not only something made of money We‘ve got to carry on to care of what we see Kick and knock on your skull, tick and tock in your clock Kick and knock on your clock, tick and tock in your skull All we need is a peaceful place Forget the things that we’ve lost in space Come with us we’re out there between cities and trees Think it’s fine if somewhere you could open your ears Fill your mind with something that you can understand Now and then it’s not bad to imagine a land Kick and knock on your skull, tick and tock in your clock Kick and knock on your clock, tick and tock in your skull All we need is a peaceful place Forget the things that we’ve lost in space Kick and knock on your skull, tick and tock in your clock Kick and knock on your clock, tick and tock in your skull All we need is a peaceful place Forget the things that we’ve lost in space
4.
Angry coaches Angry fans Stupid people Stupid game Football, Football Famous head-butt Famous kick Broken ankle Broken nose Football, Football Endless matches Endless frays Dirty money Dirty shoes Football, Football, Football Football, Football, Football Expensive jerseys Expensive seats Total business Total mess Football, Football, Football Football, Football, Football Foolish insult Foolish songs Ugly haircut Ugly cheat Football, Football, Football Football, Football, Football Always playing Always fun Always Playing Always Fun Always playing Always fun Always Playing Always Fun
5.
Joke 03:43
My life is just a joke My life is just a joke It shouldn’t be serious It shouldn’t be serious But it is a sad joke I took it too seriously I took it too seriously It’s only one more life It’s only one more life Another game to play Telling jokes Telling jokes Not so sad Not so bad Pretend to rock Pretend to roll I’m always looking back I’m always looking back They say “look in front of you” They say “look in front of you” So I just close my eyes Telling jokes Telling jokes Not so sad Not so bad Pretend to rock Pretend to roll Waiting on the couch Waiting on the couch When I try to sleep When I try to write With a permanent doubt Telling jokes Telling jokes Not so sad Not so bad Pretend to rock Pretend to roll
6.
Let the children play Even in the dark Even in the clay Even with a shark When some people say Don’t be late tonight Don’t be here to stay Don’t choose wrong or right Make your own time Make your own time Tear up the hours There’s no bell tower And let the children play You know how I pray Looking at the moon Looking how they bled Look into my spoon Make your own time Make your own time Tear up the hours There’s no bell tower And let the children play Why d’you think I stray My head’s in the clouds My foot’s in the grave My coach puts me out Make your own time Make your own time Tear up the hours There’s no bell tower And let the children play Kick the ball and hit the drums And pick a card and pull the strings And roll the dice and press the keys We just wanna play We just wanna play We just wanna play We just wanna play
7.
Les p’tits pères, comme nous appelait tonton En transporter, chargé de foin à fond Dans les chemins, comme dans tous les champs Tous les matins, et tous les jours contents Ah lalalalalalalalalalalalala (bis) Ah qu’est-ce qu’on était bien quand d’autres mômes ne faisaient rien On créait de nos mains de faux royaumes en pomme de pin Avec trois bouts de bois, un de tissu on était rois Et du bout de nos doigts on découvrait notre vraie voie Les p’tits frères, dans l’été des enfants Assis par terre, peu importe le temps On était bien, sans passé ni futur Ni même fin, inconscient de l’allure Où va le train, sur des rails enneigés Qui tente en vain, de se faire plus léger Ah lalalalalalalalalalalalala (bis) Ah qu’est-ce qu’on était bien quand d’autres mômes ne faisaient rien On créait de nos mains de faux royaumes en pomme de pin Avec trois bouts de bois, un de tissu on était rois Et du bout de nos doigts on découvrait notre vraie voie Ce p’tit air, on le chantera pour toi Dans les concerts, on lèvera la voix Tu entendras, malgré le bruit de l’air Rien que pour toi, la chanson des p’tits pères Ah lalalalalalalalalalalalala (bis) Ah qu’est-ce qu’on était bien quand d’autres mômes ne faisaient rien On créait de nos mains de faux royaumes en pomme de pin Avec trois bouts de bois, un de tissu on était rois Et du bout de nos doigts on découvrait notre vraie voie

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released October 3, 2018

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