1. |
vegas to nowhere
04:35
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Hide away
or do it and pray
lose your turn
or roll them and burn
I know I can score
when there's nothing left to play
Cause I look for doors
opening to new ways
From nowhere to Vegas
From Vegas to nowhere
Hide away
Or live it and pay
It made me see
nothing's for free
From nowhere to Vegas
From Vegas to nowhere
From nowhere to Vegas
From Vegas to nowhere
Strangers are angels in disguise
Stars keep an eye on me, yeah right...
I just walk
guided by
promising lights
From nowhere to Vegas
From Vegas to nowhere
From nowhere to Vegas
From Vegas to nowhere
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2. |
black light
05:06
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I run fast to get my past out of breath
Every step that I make moves pain
away from my budded garden
I run fast to purify body mind and soul,
to feel my heart beat up to behind my eyes
Wanna see black turning into gold
black turning into gold
black turning into gold
black... turning turning turning
I'm writing these lines from hell
from some place I cant' even call pain
I'm writing these lines from hell
From somewhere denying what I am
I run fast but some ghosts push me to the ground
Everytime, I pick myself up to face the enemy,
ask what he wants from me
I run fast to purify body mind and soul
to feel my heart beat up to behind my eyes
Wanna see black turning into gold
black turning into gold
black turning into gold
black... turning turning turning
I'm writing these lines from hell
from some place I cant' even call pain
I'm writing these lines from hell
From somewhere denying what I
am, denying what I am
but I can't, I can't call it pain
I'm writing these lines from hell
from some place I cant' even call pain
I'm writing these lines from hell
From somewhere denying what I am
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3. |
any man
04:30
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I'm not craving any man
any lips, any arms
not even a special kinda man
That I secretly long for
cigarette by cigarette
yeah eh eh eh eh
I'm not waiting for perfection
I'm just not craving any man
It's been a long time man
yeah eh eh eh eh
I'm not cravin any man
any lips, any arms
not even a special kinda man
That I secretly wait for
date by date
Yeah eh eh eh eh
You can't do nothing about it
Time is a good old friend
Nice smile and profile
but I guess I' ll catch an other …
There's nothing you can't do about it
Time is a good old friend
Nice smile and profile
but I guess I' ll catch an other train
I'm not craving any man
any lips, any arms
not even a special kinda man
That I secretly long for
date by date
yeah eh eh eh eh
Sweet and shy
could I be that girl again...
sweet and shy
It's been a long time man !
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4. |
cow boy
03:17
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Show me the way to be a cow boy
Cause baby I’m bored playing the rag doll
Show me the way to be a cow boy
Cause bab' I was born not to tag along
My lips are too sweet
My hair, too smooth I know
But if you’re a real one
You’ll guess my soul
We’re gonna kick ass to the line
I got an anger, I can’t keep calm
The scares under my skin
Don’t need to be seen
It’s just something
That makes me want to feel alive
Let me jump with you on the wild wild horse
It’s not a prayer man, I’m just telling you
« I'll ride it with you, I'll ride it with you !»
Let’s go this way or another whatever!
I can feel freedom just looking at you
You got this elsewhere air that I want too
Oh baby I’m bored playing the rag rag rag doll,
It’s a cow boy I wanna be above all
We’re gonna kick ass to the line
I got an anger...
We’re gonna kick ass to the line
I got an anger, I can’t keep calm
The scares under my skin
Don’t need to be seen
It’s just something
That makes me want to feel alive
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5. |
road trip
03:46
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Une route démesurée
solitaire dans l'immensité
des montagnes rouges arides
Un ciel bleu limpide
profond comme le vide
Une chaleur à crever
Mais qui me calme,
Et à la fois excite mon âme
Sinueuse, poudreuse, elle
traverse des villes mysterieuses
D'un autre temps, d'autres manières
C'est pas le même air
Pas le même oxygène
ça, ça modifie mes gènes
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6. |
fake gator boots
03:40
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Fake gator boots
You're right in my way
Fake gator boots
Asking me to stay ?
Fake gator boots
You're lucky today
I'm in the mood
to bet, lose and pay
All this alcohol
From your cheap perfume
and your fire
I'm burning with desire
Clumsy gentleman
prince from another world
moving and offbeat
I didn't know that trick
I guess you could get the girls,
and the world at your feet
cause nobody sees you coming
You're not not as chic as you seem to think
but you're refreshing and exotic
and I'm craving a trip
You're in the latest fashion... at least for you
popopidou !
You're funny without meaning to
But Gosh you beat them out, all the others, yeah you do !
You think you are a stud, pretending to be macho
and for some old ladies, I guess you're a zorro
You wish you could chew and roll your tobacco
but baby you look like a cheap gigolo
Ah gigolo gigolo gigolo, ha ha !
Refrain
I can't tell wether I think you're
ridiculous or classy
a gentleman or a clown
if you're a man or a baby
brilliant or simple-minded
if you're someone I want to follow
or someone i wanna let down
True fake gentleman
prince from another world
moving and offbeat
I didn't know that trick
I guess you could rob a bank
a jeweler or a heart
cause nobody sees you casing the joint man
oh boy, who could ?
True fake gentleman
Prince from another world
or stupido of this one...
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7. |
gonna miss you
04:21
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He drinks fast tonight
And I know I won't know why
When it comes to confessions
my baby gets shy
Ouh ouh, Gonna miss you
Ouh ouh, Gonna miss you
Oh I like it
when he tells me his stories
Like diamonds he could have stolen
many facets show up
Wanna kiss them all...
And all that my bandit says now
is that I'm the only one he'll miss, ouh ouh...
Gonna miss you too
Ouh Ouh, Gonna miss you too
Whoever you really are
I kind of know you
Bright of night
shines in his eyes
How I like
this mystirious side
Ouh ouh, Gonna miss you
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8. |
rag doll
01:57
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So I'm a rag doll, yeah
yeah that's what you told me
So you're that kinda boy
Keep on talking
that should be fascinating
Tell me one more time
who I am through your truthful eyes
Cause as you know I'm lost, but
above all, to make me laugh
Tell me one more time
I'll be at your feet
Honey I didn't know I was
the actress of your script
Dream about it, write it, Send it to my agent
« Do that, be that, do that ! », That's how you wanna talk ?
Call me your jumping jack, your puppet, your rag doll
one more time, honey you'll face a damned wall
You're a fluent bullshit speaker, Arrogant teenager
But I know you can't sleep at night, I
know your pyjama's too tight
You're just that kinda boy
Boring, boy ! I just can't be your rag doll !
Man, you must be a damned king / to see the rag doll acting
That kinda boy
yeah eheh yeah yeah eh
I'm not a rag doll
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9. |
faut qu'ça tourne
03:53
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10. |
wake me up
04:53
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JinxC France
Alliance d'une énergie rock et d'une douceur parfois planante, bascule d'un son épuré, resserré, chaud et intimiste à de grands espaces électriques et saturés, "vegas to nowhere" est un premier album à la croisée de teintes rock, blues, bluegrass, folk... JinxC pose une voix suave, parfois un peu éraillée sur des chansons qu'elle qualifie simplement d'électriques. ... more
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