1. |
Natalia
04:47
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NATALIA
NATALIA, SWEET NATALIA
YOUR DADDY’S GONE, YOUR DADDY’S GONE
UP NORTH HE WENT TO THE MOUNTAINS
TO LIFT A HEART DEEPLY SUNKEN
BOTH YOU AND HE STOOD IN THE RAIN
AT THE FAR ENDS OF A WORLD
SHATTERED BY LOVE AND HATE
WAITING IN VAIN FOR AN ANSWER
LONG LOST AMID THE WASTE
BLOWN TO THE WINDS OF FATE
NATALIA, SWEET NATALIA
YOUR DADDY’S GONE, YOUR DADDY’S GONE
ABROAD HE WENT, ACROSS THE OCEAN
TO FREE A SELF CAUGHT IN A MAZE
HOURS TURNED TO DAYS AND DAYS TO YEARS
SILENCE FILLED THE SPACES
HOPE SLOWLY SLIPPED AWAY
UNJUSTLY PROFILED BY THE SYSTEM
YOU WORKED AGAINST THE GRAIN
OF SOCIAL DISARRAY
NATALIA, SWEET NATALIA
YOUR DADDY’S HOME, YOUR DADDY’S HOME
TAKE THE LOVE THAT HAD BEEN STOLEN
RECLAIM THE PEACE, RECLAIM THE JOY
NO NEED TO STAND OUT IN THE RAIN
THIS DOOR IS WIDE OPEN
PLEASE COME IN HERE AND STAY
NEVER WILL YOUR SPIRIT BE BROKEN
THIS BOND WILL ONLY TIGHTEN
THIS LOVE WILL NEVER STRAY
NATALIA…
YOUR DADDY’S HOME…
Words and Music FRANCIS VOIGNIER
July 22, 2003
© 2003 FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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2. |
Resident Power
04:28
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RESIDENT POWER
HAVEN’T WE BEEN IN THIS PLACE BEFORE
RIDERS AMID THE SPIRITS OF THESE SHORES
NEITHER STILL NOR LIVE
NEITHER MIND NOR FLESH
IT IS PICTURE PERFECT
BUT IT MUST BE LEFT BEHIND
AS BARELY A FIGMENT ON YOUR MIND
MERELY A BLUR ON THE SPECTRUM OF TIME
OR NOT…
LEAVE EVERY STONE IN ITS PROPER SPACE
UNTIL YOU FIND THE COURAGE TO COME FACE TO FACE
WITH THE UNBRIDLED POWERS THAT RESIDE WITHIN
TO MEET THE INSTIGATOR
BEHIND THIS UNRAVELING PARADE
WILL YOU JOIN THE MASQUERADE
WILL YOU SHED THE GUISE
RISE TO ASSESS
EVALUATE
THIS MESS
NEITHER STILL NOR LIVE
NEITHER MIND NOR FLESH
IT IS PICTURE PERFECT
BUT IT MUST BE LEFT BEHIND
WILL YOU JOIN THE MASQUERADE
OR WILL YOU SHED THE GUISE
RISE TO ASSESS
EVALUATE
THIS MESS
Words & Music by Francis VOIGNIER, February 15th, 2005
© 2005 FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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3. |
This Can't Be Real
03:58
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THIS CAN’T BE REAL
WHERE IS YOUR CONSCIENCE
WHERE DO YOU DRAW THE LINE
WHY LIE TO THE PEOPLE WHO PUT YOU THERE
WHO TRUSTED YOU WOULD BE FAIR
FAIR YOU’RE NOT
WHY WOULD YOUR OPINION
BE MADE INTO LAW
AND WHY YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS
SHOULD BE PEEKING BEHIND THESE DOORS
SHAME YOU HAVE NONE
WHY WOULD A MAN
ON THE VERGE OF DELUSION
BE GIVEN THE POWER TO STEER
THE NATION INTO THIS WAR
OR IS IT FOR THE MONEY
IS IT ALL FOR GREED
OR IS IT ABOUT RELIGION
THIS CAN’T BE REAL (X2)
WHEREVER WE’RE GOING
I CAN’T SEE THE LIGHT
IS THERE AN END TO THE MADNESS
TEARING THROUGH THE BEAT OF LIFE
IS IT ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
IS IT ALL ABOUT THE FAME
OR IS IT ABOUT RELIGION
THIS CAN’T BE REAL (X2)
Words & Music Francis VOIGNIER, October 19th, 2005
© 2005 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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4. |
So Yesterday
06:06
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I guess you got me confused
I wonder why you lied
I put you on the map by voting for you
Now look at what you've done
And look at where we are
And look at what we've lost
They used to call your name
Though you were one of us
I guess something must have gotten to your head
For you to betray us
For you to steal from us
But look at what you've lost
Now you must go away into the vacuum of your perfect mind
Take with you what you've gained
But don't expect to be treated in kind
For you are so yesterday
A relic of the past
Just go away
Don't say goodbye
I guess you got me confused
Intellectually blind
What happened to this land so scarred with abuse
Look at what you've done
And look at where we are
And look at what we've lost...
Now you must go away into the vacuum of your perfect mind
Take with you what you've gained
But don't expect to be treated in kind
For you are so yesterday
A relic of the past
Just go away
Don't say goodbye
Written by Francis Voignier
© 2005 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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5. |
Matador
06:07
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MATADOR
MIKE OF MINNESOTA
KNEW HE HAD A REAL GOOD CHANCE
ONE DAY TO REALIZE A DREAM
AND MEET THE KING OF SPAIN
PEERING THROUGH THE IRON WORK
OF HIS GATED DOMAIN
THE JOURNEY WAS A MATTER OF
HITTING THE PAPER TRAIL
NOTHING WOULD GO ASTRAY
SOON HE WOULD BE ON HIS WAY
AHOO
MIKE OF MINNESOTA
KNEW THE WOMAN AT THE DESK
SHE TOLD HIM THE FLIGHT TO TOLEDO
WAS COMING UP NEXT
NO NEED TO RUSH HE REPLIED
HE SURELY MUST PREPARE
FOR THE GREATEST BULLFIGHT
IN THE HISTORY OF SPAIN
A SHOW FIT FOR A KING
ALL THE ANGELS SHALL SING
AHOO
ACROSS THE FLOOR
WHIRLS THE BALLERINA
A CHILL IS IN THE AIR
IT’S WINTER DEEP IN MINNESOTA
AS CARMEN FEARS THE END
A STRETCHER ROLLS DOWN THE CORRIDOR
NOBODY’S AT THE DESK
ALL FLIGHTS CANCELLED TO TOLEDO
THE MATADOR IS DEAD
IT’S AFTER MIDNIGHT
SOMEONE SHUTS OFF THE LIGHTS
AHOO
Words and Music by FRANCIS VOIGNIER
© 2006 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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6. |
No-one Needs To Know
08:23
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NO-ONE NEEDS TO KNOW
IMPRINTED IN THE SYSTEM
ENCODED IN THE DEPTHS OF VITAL SUPPLY
LIKE A FUSE IN A WEAPON
READY FOR THE TRIGGER TO SPRING TO LIFE
LIE THE MEANS TO END IT ALL
UPON THE SLIGHTEST IMBALANCE
NO-ONE SEEMS TO KNOW THE REASON WHY
ONE TREADS A LONELY LINE
WHO CLAIMS THE VOICE OF REASON IS JUST A LIE
WALLED IN COUNTLESS FEARS
BLIND TO THE LOVE AROUND HIM HE CHOOSES HIS PATH
TO HIM THE END WILL JUSTIFY
THE MEANS TO BE DEPLOYED
AND NO-ONE NEEDS TO KNOW THE REASON WHY
BORN AGAIN SOUL SEEKERS
SET THE CLOCK BACK TO ‘DARK AGES’
THE END IS NEAR OR SO THEY SAY
IT’S CATS AND MICE, LIES AND STRAIGHT FACES
CRACKS IN THE WOODWORK
BLEED-IN THROUGH TIME
THEY NEVER SEEM TO QUITE DISAPPEAR
IMPRINTED IN THE SYSTEM
ENCODED IN THE DEPTHS OF VITAL SUPPLY
LIKE A SEED IN THE WINTER
WAITING FOR THE WARMTH OF A NEW BORN LIGHT
LIES THE MICRO-UNIVERSE
COILED FOR EXPANDING THRUST
IS THERE A NEED TO KNOW THE REASON WHY?
BORN AGAIN SOUL SEEKERS…
Music & Lyrics by Francis VOIGNIER, December 5, 2004
© 2005 FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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7. |
Fool's Parade
05:23
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Fools’ Parade
Take your turn in line
Do not hesitate
Have you made up your mind
On how to negotiate
The order of which your name will appear
How fast will all your worries disappear
Join the fools’ parade
Join the mighty parade
Join the ever-growing parade of fools
Coming back for more
Of the same old farce
Since you liked it before
You get to go to Mars
With all the blessings of the family
For sure it’s satisfaction guaranteed
Join the fools’ parade
Join the mighty parade
Join the ever-growing parade of fools
We make the rich much richer
And the poor more miserable
Really, we don’t like anyone
We prefer war
We must assume total control
To save you all
From the pact that you’ve made
With the evils
Of your living hell
Tired of feeling small
Tired of being blind
You have answered the call
You must have read our minds
Go enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame
It’s our pleasure to see you rip the place
Join the fools’ parade
Join the mighty parade
Join the ever-growing parade of fools
Written by Francis Voignier
© 2006 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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8. |
Say Goodbye
04:39
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Say Goodbye
He turns around
Pulls out a cigarette
A shadow dancing off the light
It must be done
Flashes across his head
Some will dodge
Some will lie
Some just pay the price
Oh my, oh my mind
Don’t you know when it’s time to say goodbye
The air is thick
With the sweat of the night
A song echoes in the alley
A voice is heard from across in the dark
Someone shouts
Someone cries
Someone walks away
Oh my, oh my mind
Don’t you know when it’s time to say goodbye
Punch and Judy
Have been served by the man in grey
Cold and surgical
Is the blade that lies on the tray
He turns around
Pulls out a cigarette
A shadow dancing off the light
It must be done
Flashes across his head
Some will dodge
Some will lie
Some just pay the price
Oh my, oh my mind
Don’t you know when it’s time to say goodbye
Punch and Judy
Have been served by the man in grey
Cold and surgical
Is the blade that lies on the tray
Oh my, oh my mind
Don’t you know when it’s time to say goodbye
©2006 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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9. |
Divided
05:46
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Divided
There may be some misunderstanding
In the way we converse
I don’t quite grasp all the nuances
Or the choice of these words
Are we lost on a line
Closing on a room full of darkness
Inflated in our pride
Blinded by the glare of self-righteousness
We feel divided on politics
Virtuous through the lies
We milk the divine out of nonsense
To the death we shall fight
Are we losing our minds
As we aim for the depths of the chasm
Clutching on the threads
Of opinions beset by phantasm
We can’t all be wrong
We can’t all be right
We simply lack an education
What’s in a knowledge
Bereft of respect
And the tools of validation
There is a battle in the kitchen
The cooks take to the knives
Too many generals have sunken
Armies into the ground
Guess we are next in line
For that door at the end of the alley
No one ever comes out
Who has been through that hole in space
Does one foresee a major change
Does one foresee at all
We’ve been going at it for ages
We should have stopped this fall
I hope we realize
How much we could have given
Let’s use that one last chance
Before the lights die forever
We can’t all be wrong
We can’t all be right
We simply lack an education
What’s in a knowledge
Bereft of respect
And the tools of validation
© 2007 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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10. |
The Spell
07:26
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The Spell
The witch’s spell crosses the sea
Rides the wind
Searches the city streets (the city)
You hide among the friends you’ve made
Keep the past buried
Beneath your feet (beneath)
Try to forget the things you’ve done
Try to turn the past around
Those you’ve harried cannot forget
For you made sure they would go down
You’ve done the rock
You’ve done the jazz
Tangoed your way into the upper crust (the crust)
But now it seems you’ve skipped a beat
The wind has turned
Your ship around (aground)
As the forces keep on closing
You fight to conceal the truth
It is hard to hide the carnage
Played at the hands of a fool
You could have – stayed away
When you – had the chance
But you – chose to play with fire
So now you must face the day
You could have – danced around
Made us – roll with laughter
Instead you – pulled the trigger
Our blood is on your fingers
Someone’s standing at your door
High on style
In black from head to toes (head to toes)
Concerning some matters he says
The time has come
To get right to the core (and more)
You’re looking for a smooth escape
But your feet are glued to the ground
You’ve bought yourself a one-way fare
Stay the course, stick to the plan
You could have – stayed away
When you – had the chance
But you – chose to play with fire
So now you must face the day
© 2007 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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11. |
The Bar
05:27
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THE BAR
NEON LIGHTS
NEON LIGHTS FLASH IN THE NIGHT
BIKER RIDES
BIKER RIDES SOON OUT OF SIGHT
THE TOWN’S ASLEEP
BUT A FEW ARE STILL FIGHTING
THE BAR WILL SERVE
TO THE LAST OF THOSE STANDING
LADIES’ NIGHT
IT’S LADIES’ NIGHT FROM DUSK TO DAWN
BOYS GET HIGH
BOYS GET HIGH UNTIL THEY FALL
THE TOWN’S ASLEEP…
NEON LIGHTS
NEON LIGHTS FLASH IN THE NIGHT
THE MAN RETURNS
THE MAN RETURNS UNTIL HE BURNS
Words & Music by Francis Voignier
February 1st, 2008
© 2008 US Copyright Office, FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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12. |
Service Road
06:18
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SERVICE ROAD
LONG AND STRAIGHT THE SERVICE ROAD
TRUCKS AND TRAINS WITH HEAVY LOADS
A STEADY RAIN IS COMING DOWN
THE FACTORIES HAVE TAKEN OVER THE GROUNDS
CONCRETE SOOTED FROM THE SMOKE
IRON GATES CREAK AND MOAN
BETWEEN SHIFTS ALL COMES ALIVE
FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES HUMAN LIFE INTERTWINES
FACTORIES FOR MILES AND MILES
SMOKESTACKS LIKE TALL SPECTERS RISE
INDUSTRIAL REALITY HAS TAKEN ITS TOLL ON THE DREAM
THE HERDS ROAMED A MILLION STRONG
ONE HUNDRED NOW BUT WHO’S TO COUNT
PAVED OVER THE PRAIRIE WENT
THE GRASS ALONG THE ROAD IS ALL THAT’S LEFT
LONG AND STRAIGHT TO THE SKY
ASPHALT MEETS THE GRAY LINE
SUPPLIES THOUGHT TO NEVER END
ARE NOW TRICKLING DOWN FROM MINE TO SHELF
FACTORIES FOR MILES AND MILES
SMOKESTACKS LIKE TALL SPECTERS RISE
INDUSTRIAL REALITY WILL BECOME A DARK FANTASY
LONG AND STRAIGHT THE SERVICE ROAD
IRON GATES CREAK AND MOAN
ASPHALT MEETS THE GRAY LINE
SMOKESTACKS LIKE TALL SPECTERS RISE
Music and Lyrics by Francis Voignier
January 23rd, 2008
© 2008 US Copyright Office
FV Tunes/ASCAP
Criminal Records
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Francis Voignier San Francisco, California
Francis Voignier formed his first band in 1968. He moved from Eastern France to Paris and then London where he made his
professional debut. He worked in NYC
as a sideman between 1978 and 1982, before heading for San Francisco where he spent 10 years performing and recording with many bands, as well as producing artists in his own studio. He now lives in the Northern California city of Eureka.
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