Demo 2015

by Cavalry

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Enregistré avec l'aide précieuse de Cyril Bisson

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released March 27, 2015

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Track Name: Shepherd
Bring back my faith, sweet shelter Lord. I'm lost and I'm losing hope.
And I, I swear I'd sell my soul to
Revive my faith, sweet shelter Lord. I'm lost and I'm losing hope.
And I, I swear I'd sell my soul to the devil

H.E.A.R.T.S hollowed out, Saint vincent got me again

You saw me preach in the canefields, on my feet
Through the cities and the country my words reach deep

I think I've been here for far too long
Sunday to sunday life had come and gone

It's been mounths or maybe years since I last saw the golden gates of my Lord's realm.
Faith fade out, washed up by the sinners. Verses are empty like this fucking whisky bottle.

I think I've been here for far too long
Rust on my soul, heart turning black as coal

You threw me in this world with faith & a holy book
But I'll never trade again my bottle for a shepherd's crook
You know I'll never fucking trade again my empty bottle for a shepherd's crook

"No hand to feed. No voice to guide. No words can save. No lies to hide
We're all alone it this, Oh there still no god"
Track Name: Don't Trust Anyone
Oh shit, I've been vegging out all day, hammering in my head from the past 3 days, I fucking knew we wouldn't sightseeing anyway

It never stoped to pitch and toss since we left the goddamn boat
Roaming the streets of Brighton before, we answer the London's call

My boys got me on a slippy road

Trust me mate we're fucking night princes
don't mess with us you've got no chances
This city is ours by right, keep the beer flowing, overdraft is growin'

Look over there a crackhead's lyin, right in the middle of murder mile
Tonight we'll sleep tight like refugees in a gloomy clapton street
But for now let's go on the dancefloor, with midget-queers and leather queens , oh my leather queens

I clearly lost my mates, they're probably two-stepping in a room upstairs.

My sight is getting blurry
Large shoulders, big hips, it's so funny
My sight is getting blurry, I'm getting horny

Let's show her our secret moves, you know we got them, you know we got them all
We're stoke, we're broke, can't see shit thourgh smoke
We're fucking night princes, you've got no chances

This is all so vain but if you ask me I'll surely do it again, this shit might be my bane I swear

Sunday I'll carry the weight, parties' sweet burden
and I'll do it again, do it again
On the backseat I pay debts, stagger under the blow of this great conquest and I'll do it again, do it again