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The Brightside Of It All
05:07
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The Brightside Of It All (Laraigné)
I’ve been taking the pills they give every morning.
I’ve been chatting with the devil every night.
Searching for the leftovers of my feelings,
I’ve been waiting for the bright side of it all.
Fighting cold in this freezing inferno.
Defying suffer, such as a lonely penitent.
The doctors told me I should still give it a go,
so then I’m waiting for the bright side of it all.
Cause I’m still here, I don’t know for how long.
And I am still here, what could be so wrong?
And I am still here, living this life through this broken song,
and I’m still waiting for the bright side of it all.
Every night, before I crash, I knock on wood.
The reaper smiles, today he brings me lovely flowers.
He lays his palms over my head and starts to croon,
and then I’m waiting for the bright side of it all.
Cause I’m still here, I don’t know for how long.
And I am still here, what could be so wrong?
And I am still here, living this life through this broken song,
and I’m still waiting for the bright side of it all.
And the demons’ orchestra is taking over.
Their leader is dancing like no other.
The drums are beating.
The horns are blowing.
The fear in my guts is leaving,
I raise my chin to welcome this deadly melody.
Cause I’m still here, I don’t know for how long.
And I am still here, what could be so wrong?
And I am still here, living this life through this broken song,
and I’m still waiting for the bright side of it all.
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Are Dogs Holing Up To Die (Laraigné)
The day I left, you were not very old.
The wind did bite and penetrate my soul.
The day I left to the unknown, no one could hear my humble howls.
The day I left, my heart was pretty cold.
I wandered over the trail of negligence.
To the one who stares I’d bark my resentment.
Missing you as a punishment, introspective was my existence,
I am no soldier of the « Dharma Bums » detachment.
Is it true what they say son?
Are dogs holing up to die?
Is it coming my way son?
The day I went, I was already old.
The wind was blowing mud over my bones.
The day I went to the unknown, no flowers were left on my vault.
The day I went, my heart was deadly cold.
Is it true what they say son?
Are dogs holing up to die?
I couldn’t go off that way son.
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3. |
Twenty Years
04:52
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20 Years (Laraigné)
I’ve been 20 years in prison,
locked in my own consciousness.
I’ve been fighting it out with reason,
but there is no one I could have hurt less.
I’ve been killing time with fiction,
building memories and thoughts.
It felt I had no better options
for my heart to fill in what couldn’t’ve been bought.
And I’m looking out
for solutions to heal.
I’m keeping in
desire, frustrations and a large amount of pills.
I’ve been settling down with decision,
chasing calm, kicking out fears.
But I accept this stupid condition,
confining self storms, swallowing my tears.
Cause I’m looking out
for solutions to heal.
I’m keeping in
desire, frustrations…
Cause I’m looking out
for solutions to heal.
I’m keeping in
desire, frustrations and a large amount of pills.
And I’m screaming out,
imploring for my liberation.
And I’m freaking out,
searching for some quiet fruition.
I’ve played my part of this old partition,
it seems it has no purpose.
Like snow falling in the ocean,
I wonder if one day I’ll be ready to disclose.
And I’m looking out
for solutions to heal.
I’m keeping in
desire, frustrations and a large amount of pills.
And I’m screaming out,
imploring for my liberation.
And I’m freaking out,
searching for some quiet fruition.
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King Of Denmark
04:39
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King of Denmark (Laraigné)
She was a dark soul queen
reigning over good old Montreal.
He was a punk rock knight
raging over the north of town.
Surrounded by wolves,
she’d have no choice, she was cruel.
Compassionate and kind,
he got defeated, turned to a fool.
Behind her strength and iron grip,
she was looking for sympathy.
At the junction of the street,
he wore an armor made of empathy.
Cemented in his love,
in this prison of devotion,
in a vehement denial,
he was defying Maxwell’s equation.
She said there’s no need to persist,
I’m not Bonnie and you’re not Clyde.
He said I agree with you,
so why should we hide.
Hey my queen,
let’s see how long I can endure this.
I’ll do my best, I’ll hurt myself, I’ll be your king of Denmark.
Dark was the night, cold was the ground.
He said, I need your resistance,
you need my persistence.
Dark was the night, cold was the ground.
She said, you need my diligence,
I need your disobedience.
Hey my queen,
let’s see how long I can endure this,
I’ll do my best, I’ll hurt myself, I’ll be your king of Denmark.
Hey my queen,
let’s see how long I can endure this.
Cause I’ll do my best, I’ll hurt myself, I’ll be your king of Denmark.
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Thirty-Nine
03:44
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Thirty Nine (Laraigné/Veinot)
Think I turned 39 tonight.
It hit minus 39 outside.
I've been sitting here for quite some time,
and I can't quite remember why.
I had to strangle down my pride,
to ask for money and a little wine.
They used to call me « That lucky motherfucker »,
but no one calls you nothing when you’re in the gutter.
I had a wife, a kid and a downtown roof.
That sounds nice, but to tell you the truth,
I was too healthy to be kind.
I lost it all over a fight.
So now, I hope my boy is doing fine,
and that his mother found someone cool.
She thought I was hers, I thought she was mine.
I smashed that bottle on a summer night.
Look at me now, I am a lost soul,
but I am glad I am still alive.
I kept two precious things with me,
both of my eyes so I could cry.
It hit minus 39 tonight.
I sleep on a cardboard, in front of a mattress store.
My body’s cold and the sky is wild.
Guess I’m turning 39 outside.
So now, I hope my boy is doing fine,
and that his mother found someone cool.
She thought I was hers, I thought she was mine.
I smashed that bottle on a summer night.
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Skate Shoes
05:39
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Skate Shoes (Laraigné)
I am leaving today in the afternoon,
an empty bag, a bloody shirt,
my dirty pair of old school skate shoes.
I really don’t care, at this point, I have nothing left to lose.
I won’t be coming home.
You won’t have to beg forever,
when you’ll be back, I’ll be gone.
I know you’re proud and you don’t want this either.
It never felt like I belonged.
Don’t you worry, I’ll be fine,
it no longer seems that I’m blind.
I will try to smile forever.
When you’ll be back, I’ll be gone.
I won’t be coming home.
I’ve been thinking it out for way too long.
I should have left a while ago.
I tried, I tried, oh I tried, but I am no hypocrite.
Oh damn, I’m losing it, since you threw me that hit.
This was a point of no return,
of no turning back.
Now, I exist but I am not alive,
it’s like dealt with a heart attack.
From my neck to my finger tips
anxiety is running through my veins.
An angry father, a sad mother,
a troubled kid breaking through the chains.
I won’t be coming home.
You won’t have to beg forever,
when you’ll be back, I’ll be gone.
I know you’re proud and you don’t want this either.
It never felt like I belonged.
Don’t you worry, I’ll be fine,
it no longer seems that I’m blind.
I will try to smile forever.
When you’ll be back, I’ll be gone.
I won’t be coming home
Am I better or worse than what you say?
Does it matter anyway?
I heard that monsters create monsters.
It could be wrong, but I have some doubts, cause I haven’t been the best.
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Father And Son
05:35
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Father and Son (Laraigné)
You’d wake me up and you’d take me to school.
I’d go, even if I felt like a fool.
I’d do my best to be the best for you,
but it would never be good enough.
I guess I wasn’t good enough.
Jumped on my bike pretending to be you,
I’d call your name, but you’d just look through.
I only wanted to honour you,
to see you proud,
to see you.
But it was never convincing enough.
I guess I wasn’t good enough.
I didn’t know where this was all going.
All I know is that I miss going there with you.
I didn’t know where this was all going.
All I know is that I miss going there with you.
So I would fight to prove to you
someday I could be a « Man » like you.
I’d dry my tears, you had no clue.
You’d never been sweet enough.
I guess I wasn’t good enough.
I didn’t know where this was all going.
All I know is that I miss going there with you.
I didn’t know where this was all going.
All I know is that I miss going there with you.
At 15 years old, I gave up too.
Stubborn, rebellious, I confronted you.
Destroyed the values you followed.
Felt NOFX doing so.
And, knowing that it was a Minor Threat,
listened to Ian, Greg and Mr Brett.
Enrolled myself in this Bad Religion,
then Graffin said: « Do what you want! »
I covered it all with tattoos.
I’ll add your name on top of those.
I’ll honour you til they vanish too.
I’m shattered I never understood you.
Crushing Memories and regrets,
some of these, hope to forget.
Fighting my demons, thoughts of you.
Please know that I miss you.
I guess I had always been good enough,
I’m sure you felt you were not good enough.
Like father, like son.
I didn’t know where this was all going.
All I know is that I miss going there with you.
I didn’t know where this was all going.
All I know is that I miss going there with you.
Like father, like son.
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Laraigné Toronto, Ontario
A perfect blend of Folk music, acoustic punk-rock and old timey sound, with melodies to tear you apart and songs that'll
make you sing along while dusting off a bottle of your finest beverage.
Catch him live or on record, in clubs or in your living room, the message will spread almost as fast as the energy and soon you'll find yourself singing the night away...
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