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- Titre : Fame < Infamy
- Album : Infinity On High
- Année : 2007
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You're Crashing, But You're No Wave
| Numéro de la piste | Titre | Classement | Nombre d'écoutes | Télécharger | Ajouter à mon blog | Actions |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | You're Crashing, But You're No Wave | 1 540 lectures | ||||
| 2 | Fame < Infamy | 370 lectures | ||||
| 3 | The Takes Over,The Breaks Over | 1 927 lectures | ||||
| 4 | The Carpal Tunnel of Love | 618 lectures |
MP3 : Infinity On High / Fame < Infamy (2007)
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# Posté le dimanche 30 mars 2008 04:48
MP3 : Infinity On High / You're Crashing, But You're No Wave (2007)
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- Titre : You're Crashing, But You're No Wave
- Album : Infinity On High
- Année : 2007
Paroles :
The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't
And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial.
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer
And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant..."
Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't
And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial.
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer
And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant..."
Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]
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# Posté le lundi 25 février 2008 13:39
Modifié le dimanche 30 mars 2008 04:57
MP3 : Infinity On High / The Carpal Tunnel of Love (2007)
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- Titre : The Carpal Tunnel of Love
- Album : Infinity On High
- Année : 2007
Paroles :
We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know
you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."
And we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?"
We might've said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh?
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know
you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."
And we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?"
We might've said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh?
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
TRADUCTION :
Nous prenons d'aigres petites gorgées
Des lèvres abondantes de la vie
Nous secouons secouons secouons les hanches
In relationships En relations
Arrêtes à cette désastreuse ville
Tu mettras tes yeux vers le soleil et dira "je sais"
Tu n'aveugles seulement pour rester derrière ce que les nuages cachent
Et nous avons peut-être commencé à chanter un peu trop tôt
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
Nous gardons le rythme,
Avec vos pieds boursouflés
Nous projetons les mots aux merles moqueurs, chantant
Endormi à travers la fin de semaine
Et rêve
Se noyer avec la mélodie du baiser de l'éternité
Ton poul vient d'un pharmacien, disant "Comment étiez-vous" ?
Nous avons peut-être dit les au revoirs juste un peu trop tôt
(D'une façon ou d'une autre cette désastreuse ville)
Notre croyance en embrassant bat cette salle
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
C'était des maux de tête de crème glacée et d'avalanche sucrée
Quand les perles dans nos coquillages viennent pour danser
Voici ce que tu as quand tu abuses l'amour sucré
Enlève tes vêtements, ça fait mal justement
Peu importe ce qui arrive je suis correct,
Plonger dans des couteaux ne me coupe pas
Tu crois que tu pourrais trouver le temps
De m'appeler quand tu seras à la maison ?
Prends ta vie à part, trouve-toi avec l'amour
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
Des lèvres abondantes de la vie
Nous secouons secouons secouons les hanches
In relationships En relations
Arrêtes à cette désastreuse ville
Tu mettras tes yeux vers le soleil et dira "je sais"
Tu n'aveugles seulement pour rester derrière ce que les nuages cachent
Et nous avons peut-être commencé à chanter un peu trop tôt
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
Nous gardons le rythme,
Avec vos pieds boursouflés
Nous projetons les mots aux merles moqueurs, chantant
Endormi à travers la fin de semaine
Et rêve
Se noyer avec la mélodie du baiser de l'éternité
Ton poul vient d'un pharmacien, disant "Comment étiez-vous" ?
Nous avons peut-être dit les au revoirs juste un peu trop tôt
(D'une façon ou d'une autre cette désastreuse ville)
Notre croyance en embrassant bat cette salle
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
C'était des maux de tête de crème glacée et d'avalanche sucrée
Quand les perles dans nos coquillages viennent pour danser
Voici ce que tu as quand tu abuses l'amour sucré
Enlève tes vêtements, ça fait mal justement
Peu importe ce qui arrive je suis correct,
Plonger dans des couteaux ne me coupe pas
Tu crois que tu pourrais trouver le temps
De m'appeler quand tu seras à la maison ?
Prends ta vie à part, trouve-toi avec l'amour
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
Whoa ah oh c'est une histoire misérable
Whoa ah oh loin des véritables devenant
# Posté le jeudi 27 décembre 2007 09:24
Modifié le samedi 29 décembre 2007 14:01
MP3 : Infinity On High / The Takes Over,The Breaks Over (2007)
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- Titre : The Takes Over,The Breaks Over
- Album : Infinity On High
- Année : 2007
# Posté le jeudi 01 novembre 2007 17:23
Modifié le samedi 29 décembre 2007 14:02
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