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Baby squeal
03:08
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That's your last day
On this shitty lost world
Your bad guy gets boarderline
Killing his time praising his lord
Where's tho old sense of bad humour
It's silly, and it's getting more and more
Mute your big screen
Hear your baby squeals
Mother
That's the taste of your own blood
He smashed your face, your guy is a dud
The layer is full of blood
He churns his faeces, your guy is a dud
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, additional drums
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Blood orphan
02:46
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I dig the ground to bury my sister and brothers
A little hole in her head, a knife cut on their throats
It was the only way to find the peace
Cleaning up in this dysfonctionnal family
Where everyone was hitting on me
I carry my pain and hoper
I massacred my family
I carry my pain and hope
A shovel and then another shovel
I'm going home soon
Cothes covered in dirt, blood and brain
I'll lay down on the sofa and I'll wait for mom and dad to come
I carry my pain and hoper
I massacred my family
I carry my pain and hope
A shovel and then another shovel
Now that I am an orphan
A blood orphan
Clean clothes and a gun in the satchel
Well hidden, between my trousers
Slaugther, It's gonna be a bloodbath
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, mandolin
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Cadet
03:02
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From the top of the cliff, the estuary behind
The sky is charged, the ships are blind
With an happy heart, I cling to the horns od my goat
A bell and a lamp, satisfy my evil mid
A mast takes shape, a dancing branch
I kick Belin's ass, it has cranch
The boat believing it sees a lighthouse
I wait, I will soon have my pay
I prepare to break the boat
To recover the riches that are on board
Cadet
Break the boat and fuck the women
That dancer arrives towards the rocks
Sailors don't have time, an arrow against their thougths
From its torn deck are vomited tons of water
Drowig ou all the jerks it's a fucking mess
I'm the wrecker
Not hesitating I come down from my mount
To reach the wreckage I take my boat
Tons of jewels tons of gold
And rum to get me drunk for the next fex months
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, mandolin, additional drums
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Morgellon
03:52
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Morgellons
they won't catch me
they won't touch me
I don't believe in medecine
In the azure sky
I can see their reptile eyes
they draw white lines with the clouds spreading all their alien lies
we are all manipulated,
they direct us when we are isolated
collected, enslaved, exploited
but I'm not fooled, my eyes are open
Morgellons
they won't catch me
they won't touch me
I DONT BELIEVE IN MEDICINE
like an itch under my skin
insects swarm in my veins
multi-colored lines are traced with itchy-scratchy pain
I will erase them,
so they don't connect to my brain
Now even when y brush y teeth my reflection in the mirror shows me an alien
Morgellons
they won't catch me
they won't touch me
I don't believe in medecine
I cut my muscles and extract their spyers
made of rainbow electrical wires
I bleed out, near the plier, the sky on fire, this blood will not be for these vampyres
It is better to strike yourself than to wait for the blows of the gods
apprehend that their appetite for earthly things provides them with a great feast
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, additional drums
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I murder the deads
03:15
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Bury me in the middle of a row
Between a child and an old crow
Mark my name in gold ink
The one that fades in pink
That the people who will come looking for me
Get lost in the meanders of this cemetary
That they wander with on their face a strange fixed grin
Between the aisles, they are dazzled even razzled
In this maze in the case under clay
Their quest ends in the wrong way
Every grave tells them a story
It's easier to find a living man than a dead
Binf torture kill, I murder the deads
Don't tell their parents, don't tell their kids
I murder the deads
When we seek a little time to find
What we didn't come all from the same ground
So put away your violins and swallow your tears
That next to them is the one who had the power
The one whose tomb they come to flower
Because his my grave will be erased the name of Dennis Lynn Rader
BTK
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, additional drums
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Crossed
02:53
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Sodom zombies conquer the capitalist world
You better hide your ass
Panic market
You're crossed
I will eat your liver when I fuck you
I will piss in your heart
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, additional drums
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In my neighborhood
04:08
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I brought with me pain and my knife
Hide under my beautiful smile
I take place in a nice house
This is how I enter in your little life
I participated to your garden parties
And eating sausage, talking about storage just before the carnage
I tried hard, even my cock was hard
To talk to your little children running all around
But my sadistic needs, some murder instinct needs resurfaced
Three years wothout having skinned children
Then you beg me to save your children when I break their bones
I'd like to feel your lifless skin
I want your life
To disappear without a sin, it's more my part
I eat your flesh, I keep it fresh and share it with everyone
I am an expert with corpses mesh with my neighbourhood
The hammer falls over your head
And an eye pops out of your face
The floor is coloured in red
All this red on the place
Jizzing rigth in front of your corpse
Lick your eyeball on the floor
It's not the deadend of my travel
Look at the scene, I'm in your feace covered with blood cold as the ice I can't see clear
When I'm fucking your dead butt
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, additional drums
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Misanthrope Dilettante : voice
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: back voices, guitar, bass, additional drums
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Blow out the candles
03:00
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My son, I feel really down
My life hurts me and to see you is a sufferance
I can't take you this weekend, no
You'll be with them for your birthday
Have fun
I used to light the candles
and you blow out these candles
My son, it's not getting better
It's been two months, and I fell you hate me now
I am to far, your dad is an asshole
The truth is I am too free to love you little boy
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass
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The streets are sick of all the crazies people
Families delites cause of all the things not resolved
Crash your car in a supermarket
Make the more deads you can
Cut the head of your frend
Light fire in a school a midday
Put your cat in an acid bath
Rape your grandmother when she sleeps
Machine-gun children in the kindergarten
Make yourself a necklace with their intestns
Hit your girland your son in the face
They cannot recognize their corpses
and commit suicid to not be punished
Dance like a fool on the woodshed
Sloce a can up your mothers ass
Trepan your child on a sunday
Show porn to babies
Piss in the soup on a winter evening
And remember, whatever you do
You won't have the monopol on filth
Others have done all this before you
And they better succeds
Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, additional drums
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Christophe Pouzaud (DjK from Paris): mix, drums, synth, fx and master
Sylvain Bouascha: voice, guitar, bass, mandolin, additional drums
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People on the new gate Paris, France
People On the New Gate was created in 2003 by DJ K from Paris (DJ /MAO/ percussionist) and Sylvain (guitarist /
singer).
They were joined by Jérôme and Loïc (guitarists), Jerem and Seb (bassists) and Maxime (pianist). Several musicians have also collaborated. Mixture of various influences, the music of PONG is placed at the convergence of metal, world, electro and indie rock.
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