If everything was the same
There'd only be one fruit
and we'd eat it the same we
One type of song, one type of book,
one type of job, one type of look...
We'd all be called the same.
We'd all have the same name
and answer the same way...
How boring that would be... boring, How boring that would be
And if everything was the same
We'd only have one joke
and we all wouldn't laugh in the same way
If we were clever we'd keep
water as the only type of drink
But with only one taste,
who'd consider the benefice,
who would notice
How boring that would be... boring, How boring that would be
I'm gonne have a party, at my place
Everyone will bring a different face
Everyone will bring a different flavour
Everyone a... a different behaviour
self-invented oppertunists
disrespecting a truth which really is
because they can't control this thing
they blasphemise and scorn the living king
the king spliff tee
the king of the guilty
crowned by the fact that she little lamb quality
dem na like me beka dem'a lonely
beka'a dem alone
dem no like we beka dem'a lonely
beka'a dem alone
Celebrate, celebrate
once upon a time there was a well with a donkey
the well was deep and dangerous
well so goes the story
the people went to fill the hole
how to save Donks they didn't know
and as the dust fell on its back
Donks shook it off and stepped on that
this carried on until the top
and Donks walked out and crushed them all
not with it hoofs but with its Light
see, conscious does not clear with Time
Conscious not clear with Time...
but with your actions
ACT
Electric guitar : Clément "El Gringo" Robert
Drums : Rodolphe "BamBam" Grabowski
Bass guitar : 'lil Louis Laville
Saxophone : kING Arthur Laville
Ac guit & vox : ShINRI
Coronne : Sandrine Giry