Funk-A-Trunk

Lyrics by Y. Jalbert

Music by J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / Y. Jalbert

Awaiting that final slug

In the backseat of an oil burner

An old ‘60 lime green hardtop

Rolled out straight from the dealer

Merely good to be sunk in the pond  

Mother of all black holes

Where hapless small-time crooks

Are all stripped from their gold

Permanently erased from the books

Amid scents of sodden carpets

And heavy smell of cigarettes

Silent ride in my four-wheeled coffin

Only the sounds of a run down engine

For both of us… the end is near!

Step inside and take place

There’s more than enough space

Between the spare tire and hydraulic jack

Four were gone and three came back!

Fear the clunk of the trunk…

Hear the clunk of the trunk…

Feel the trunk…

Untalented gangsters!

Self-serving bookers!

Sympathetic thugs!

Half-hearted triggers!

Mother of all black holes   

Where hapless small-time crooks

Are all stripped from their gold

Permanently erased from the books

Amid scents of sodden carpets

And heavy smell of cigarettes

Silent ride in my four-wheeled coffin

Only the sounds of a run down engine

Step inside and take place

There’s more than enough space

Between the spare tire and hydraulic jack

Four were gone and three came back!

Fear the clunk of the trunk…

Hear the clunk of the trunk…

Feel the trunk…

Retiring streetwalkers!

Loud mouths & lawyers! 

Washed-out gamblers!

Greedy blackmailers!

Pray To My God

Lyrics by C. Lamarche

Music by J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / Y. Jalbert

Mantis praying to their God
Are hiding behind their faith
Lies, lies, lies, spewing from their mouth
Preachers acting like creators
Reciting self-serving lies
Gushing with every breath

Pray to my God, pray to my God!
Better get down on your knees
Dread my God, dread my God!
Beware of the sacred doll
Fear my God!

Preaching ever so loud
To cover the rattling of bones in the closet
Doom, doom, doom, coming from above
Everyone talking ever so fast
Everyday to hide the emptiness
Doom, doom, doom, looming down on all of our heads

Better get down on your knees
Beware of the sacred doll
Fear my God!

Self-worth measured by the amount of clothes
Or in the string tied around your wrist
Guilt, guilt, guilt is served aplenty
Don't question the written words
Never mind how the world has changed
Guilt, guilt, guilt enough for everyone

Don't mind my situation
Sacrifice will be good for you
Give, give, give, it's never enough
We must commune in opulence
We're in dire need of a glorious temple
Give, give, give, and then you can give some more

Accusations flying all around
Fingers pointing in all directions
Shame, shame, shame, shame in every move
Spying eyes looking all around
Remaining blind to their own reflection
Shame, shame, shame!

Lap Of Love  

Lyrics by C. Lamarche  

Music by J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / N. Turcotte

We are alone now, just the two of us
Excited, she slips out of her leather dress
Let my fingers caress her smoothness
I can't take my eyes off her

Never alone, I can take her everywhere
Just tuck her under my arm and we're under way
I feel whole with my girl on my lap
I feel warm with her sitting on top

I whisper her sweet nickname
and we spend the night chatting away
I love her so, because she bytes into life
And I know that such a beauty

you have to Twitter right

Never alone, I can take her everywhere
Just tuck her under my arm and we're under way
I feel whole with my girl on my lap
I feel warm with her sitting on top

All of my "friends" know of our connection
Linked by emotions, icon of love
Soon we will be together
Joined forever in MySpace

When the world is cruel, we both hide in "virtuality"
Enjoy our big house; drive one of our sport cars
I am a big man and I lead a big life
Nothing but the best or so it seems ...or so it Sims

Never alone, I take her everywhere
Tuck her under my arm, we're under way
I feel whole with my girl on my lap
I feel warm with her sitting on top

In the park or on the plane
with coffee or with champagne
Travel around with her on my lap
do everything with her on top

HD camera, big screen and latest card she is so pretty
With the new version we'll do even more...
We are so compatible ...Skype's the limit
Or is it my bank account?

Forever together and content

I'm as happy as they .com
As long as she's on my lap
Of the world, I am on top

Sentenced

Lyrics by C. Lamarche / J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert

Music by J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / N. Turcotte

I am the son, of a son, of a son, of a man
So many generations, carved a path

I can’t deviate from
The silver spoon was shoved down

my mouth from the start
I can’t be held responsible for my good fortune
Just lucky, I guess, to be born with the "good" sex

and in the "right" family
 
My prayers are all answered
Even before I finish them
My hands have always been clean
And my back has never been broken
I have everything anyone can wish for
But in my eyes you will find no pride
As every day, I rake in a bigger pile

I’ve been sentenced for a life in a harem,

sucking on Candy's toes
Spend my days in Amber's arms
Weekend trip flying around the moon
There is no escape in dreams
Prisoner of a life, subject of everyone’s envy

My wishes were all granted

as another bride settling in
And as for my spirit, it will never been broken

I’ve been sentenced for a life in a harem,

sucking on Candy's toes
Spend my days in Amber's arms
Weekend trip flying around the moon
There is no escape in dreams
Prisoner of a life, subject of everyone’s envy

Here And Now

Lyrics by J-F. Désilets / C. Lamarche

Music by D.Jalbert / J-F. Désilets / Y. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / N. Turcotte

Here and now is a very good place to be
A place we've never shared
In a constant search for hotter streams
Every footprint vanishes in another
Who could ask for more?
When the day is ceased more than before
Back then planes would not fly
Split by a screen that could not lie
Dreams ejected out of reach
Collapsed down on concrete streets

Every second as it's special moment
Any movement followed by another
Frozen in time on and on...
Animation that lights up hopes and dreams
Grow bright in perpetuity
Through the glimpse of one another
But before, all I could see
Were the paths I would never take
And the mistakes I could not make
Before time would run out on me

Nothing but moments of pure happiness
Never seems to last quite long enough
Squeeze them as hard as you can
Like sand they will always run out of grasp

And the time between blissful instants
Feels like it drags, it drags on for too long
You wonder if it's gonna last forever
Like rain that ruined your whole day
Like cold that ruined your whole week
Can't let it rule your whole life
Better shield yourself, and wait

Memories and pictures, covering your whole life
Doubts and fears holding you in place
Shame and guilt weighting upon you
Memories and pictures, rule your whole life
Doubts and fears you can't go forward
Shame and guilt hold your head down

Now, now, now!
I want to live right now
Don't want to wait anymore
For a deal that may never be offered
For a better hand that will never ever be dealt

Here and now is the one place to be
All this time that we share
In a constant state of harmony
Every footprint completes on the others
I couldn't ask for more
Better live here and now

In My Country     
Lyric: C. Lamarche / J-F. Désilets
Music: J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / N. Turcotte

I don't want you!                             
I don't want you!  I don't need you!
        We don't want you!  We don't need you!
I won't let you!  In my country!
        We won't let you in my country!

Smile!  For there is a gig tonight  
Laughs!  Enough for the whole ride
Hope!  For there is a gig tonight
Joy!  Enough for the whole drive

Hand resting on the butt of his gun
Suspicion included in every question
This wannabe hero with an icy smile
Protecting this human drawn line

Frown!  There won't be a gig tonight
Weep!  We are forced to turn back
Gloom!  There won't be a gig tonight
Sad!  We are forced to go home

Many hours we wasted in vain  
Stuck in a bright, dry, unfriendly room
That smells of paranoia
So many questions
Unwelcome, where is the "freedom"
We’ve heard so much about, that this land is so famous for?
Red flag and thumb prints we will keep
Hand closing on the butt of his gun
Suspicion aroused by some of our answers
This wannabe hero with a stony smile
Won't let us cross this human drawn line
 
Smile!  There won't be a gig tonight   
        We don't want you!  No we don't need you now!
Now! We’re on our way back
        We won't let you in our country!
Joy!  There won't be a gig tonight
        We don't want you!  No we don't need you now!
Now!  We are pleased to go home

Torture Zone  
Music: J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / N. Turcotte
Instrumental       

Lost
Lyric: C. Lamarche / J-F. Désilets / J-P. Major / D. Jalbert
Music: J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / N. Turcotte
                
Magic ride on a big yellow bus going down to
another great boring day at the institution
Started on a path of knowledge
But ended up in a cloud of smoke
I lost my way down a rabbit hole

Climbing, dropping, looping
On a roller coaster of life
Stumbling down on a road leading to wisdom
With a little help from my friends
I lost my bearing on the Milky Way

Taking a cruise on a sea of booze
A very long, long way from school
Homework soon forgotten, in the bottom of a bottle
I though I had it, I was so cool
I lost my way looking through a mirror

Fearless and bullet proof
Nothing could stand in my way
Lessons, couldn’t drag me out of my daydreams,
Lost in the haze
Some opportunities, now long gone
That I let fall along the wayside
And seeking higher comprehension
Drifting off in search of a muse

Baked by the midday sun
Rocked by a gentle breeze
Rolling me back inside
Slipping away from education
I hid in a mushroom patch
I lost myself in the sirens' call

My devilish friends walk before me,
They took over my whole life 
I lost my mates and love for some gravy
When your next dream becomes all that matters,
You become an addiction
I got to change my way before
It takes me away …it takes my away

Now that the fog as lifted
My mind isn’t what it used to be  
My skin is a map of my journey
Bright color memories fading away
I had to lose sight of the shore,
To find this brave new …land

He Was Recalling Memories

But You Know I Didn't Believe a Single Word

Because,No Matter How Much Emphasis

 He Was Putting In It...

Still Smelled Like Bull Sh*t (a.k.a. Liar)  
Lyric: Y. Jalbert / C. Lamarche
Music: J-F. Désilets / D. Jalbert / S. Cloutier / N. Turcotte

        
Out of the blue nailed in a zombie state
Pinned down by the machine gun raid
At which this lad throws off his babble      
For his ballyhoo is a noisy offering
In every word and sentence
An urgency to prove to you something

Overblown stories
Broad half-baked... cheats!
Superficial bore …think I heard this one before…
 
He relies on a first-class memory     
To recall and keep up to his past deceits
Forever entwined in a crooked world
That crushes and mix reality

He played the game for years
But a number he never worn
He stands strangely unnoticed
For someone who’s worldwide known
 
Overblown stories
Broad half-baked... cheats!
Superficial bore
Sorry but I’m pretty sure I heard this one before!
 
Always on the fringe of plunging
Worried like a stand up comic’s ego 
To crash naked on a failing punch line
And melt through the stage floor

He’s just a bad actor cast in a sad movie
He lost his ground inside his own reality…