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Growing up
02:49
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We’re not teens anymore
So what’s the point of what we write
And what’s the point of what we say
We are not teens anymore
Never regretted what we made
Excuses don’t go the same way
Is there any truth or do we fake, who knows and who cares
We’re not teens anymore
We still get pissed or do we fake
We still get drunk or do we slake
We’re not teens anymore
We still show off, do we explain
We still get drunk or do we slake
We still escape or we run away
We’re not teen anymore
Judge us, it won’t change
We ain’t the way we use to be
Our behavior is well ingrained
We’re not teens anymore
We’re not teens anymore
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2. |
Carry the weight
02:59
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I’m gonna tell you a story
It began in a little town in russia
There grows a little girl called elena
And she’s pissed off with people fucked up with vodka
She works at school
She works at home
She wants to leave
She dreams of canada
Not as a fleer
Not as a coward
Not as greed
She wants to have a chance
And she’s saved the money
Oh she had a recommendation
and when she received the sealed letter she knew
That her life had just began
Finally plane wheels left the ground
Her sister’s leather backpack tightened against her
The dope is in when money’s lackin
It s not about deserving or not
It’s just the way it is
2am toronto queen street
She’s wandering in a way (wrong way)
When she takes a break she’s having tea
Cause she remembers
what vodka does, she showed me what her backpack contains
Then i guessed, but asked what’s that huge knife for
Night is dangerous she said
for girl
Dealing drugs now
Will she
Will she keep her faith
When you re far from home, and you secretly hope that someone miss you
The buried smoke of last dawn, creeping you down, to the hell,
No more light, only haze and rain
The souvenirs and scars faded, a shadow
Look back take a breath and tell me what you meant (tell me)
Did she make the decisions or did society make it?
Will you just pity her , or will you close your eyes
Brave child, leaving, sad consequences,
We all carry the weight
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3. |
Monkeys
02:33
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There s a quiver in the shadow
While the monkey s getting high
Bridled youth is showing teeth,
I hear the party tanks, fierce and pride
To educate the sons
And I wonder what the real, what are the real purposes of Vlad,
What did the people do to bear the strifes
And he spreads his poisoned shadows
He has no scruple, nor rules he’s a rat
And he’s progressing
While the monkeys are getting high, so high
Won’t you
Won’t you kill this one
Order the same
And I’ll try
And I’ll try to go on
It makes me feel so miserable
People from the west we think we’re right
We’ve plundered the world and now we sorrow
Whispers in the time
Is there any virgin land
Not controlled by any sociopaths
Between ancient rocks, sheeps, sea and void
What i try to say is I realized
We’ve been too far
And I try to find a place to feel home
won’t you tell me
Where’s The place i dream of every night
Where the blues shines and the moutains comfort
There i ll never be a monkey that i critisize
Who the fuck I am to judge, I’m a coward
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4. |
LeftBank
02:16
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I was walking in the street when I saw mother fuckers
Stickin posters, spreading nazi theories on the wall, I spit on them
Put me in a good mood, I was smiling, then I received the blow behind my head
Every time I feel the pain, I realize that I’m a kind of hero
I don’t concede for liberty
The path I’m on the way is narrow
And I would die to save your life
Honey you’re stuck by enemies
Sometime it’s even tough to breath
But when you got no fear and no hope
It’s like you re jumping with no net
Won’t you do it
If you want a safer life, you should think twice about it
Militia won’t give up, never, realize, this trip is
one way
Images comes every night, affect my body negatively
It’s too late to explain, could we inveigh, to let us staying free
The liberty they sacrified
Now we’ve got to pass through sorrow
That’s tough we have to take deep breath
We’ll fight against fierce enemies
Try to be strong as clarence darrow
Ready to fight today and morrow
We won’t give up before the win
The war’s not over
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5. |
N&R
01:57
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I was stuck at home
For two weeks and it’s already way too long
Is it altering my chromosome
What can i do? I hear some creepy sound
I put my favorite record on
I concentrate on note and rhythm
I’ve got this idea I restrain
I don’t even know what to say
Maybe I should just make a guitar line
An old fashioned punk rock record diy
The streets are empty
The streets are quiet
Nature is on his way to win the fight
I already gave up the lyrics part
I am not wise enough, I write despicable lines
The time has stopped / I realize
We are going back to the good old time
Before a musician, I’m a fan
I find it hard
The ideas have now closed
I get some ta dacos, chicken vodka and lime
Dead meat, dead city, chili sauce
And I don’t care that people die
I don’t give a fuck anymore
It’s been too long I’ve been stuck behind my door
Even if i say something wise, what’s the point? What is it all about?
I don’t give a shit what the people think
They proceed to a slo mo suicide
So I don’t care, fuck it al
l
And I concentrate on note and rhymes, note and rhymes
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6. |
Nowadays
02:30
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All the shit I heard those days, stays in my mind
we were placed on the wrong way
our thoughts are biased by history
Surrounded by law, they completely ruled our lives
killing morale, just follow the guide
killing virtues, heroes wanted to fight their wars
cities, they are cancers that metastasize
keeping control on people
we just throw it all
and find another way
tolerate to be lame
and take the control back
of the time that we spend
running after fantasy
dissipate the smoke that blows our mind
it’s just up to us
Nowaday the real life is in the countryside
I wanna embrace the world
I wanna swim in muddy water
Politicians will no longer have a hold on us
Freed from social norms
The time’s shape
Will be brought so that it will perfectly match
Children they will imitate
But we will have to be smart and conscious
By the change that has to be done
We will soon be 10 billion
Breathing, eating, killing, wanting fresh summers, fresh summers
Nowadays we’re going back to the real life
We want no better
Just lacking courage, madness, strength
We want no better
Nowaday the real life is in the countryside
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7. |
I don't want
03:42
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I dont want to want to live like somebody else
Try to feel in harmony
And strive to do my best
All the critics, reproaches don’t bother me
Those who wanna play with it, get a shot or stay away
I dont want to want to live like somebody else
Drive my body instinctly
wandering like no one else
I m a drifter addicted to liberty
ones prefers security
God is gay since he met me
I m from the mountain
A jagged city
Good old days, there was no internet
I was made by people i met and books i red
Time have changed but i stayed the same
Ain’t not genius but I'm straight and have nothing to prove
No fucking shit to prove
When i give a look on twitter
I m the witness of hords of whining haters
Vomiting on anyone
And it blows my mind
But i have a secret treasure
Hidden from the blinded masses
My innatention a religion, babylon in me
Please never obey to someone who tell you what to do
I dont want to want to live like somebody else
Try to sue my destiny
Without taking a rest
I’ma drifter addicted on my liberty
When time flies i scream and cry
Just faking what i say
I dont want to want to live like somebody else
Drive my body instinctly
wandering like no one else
I m a drifter addicted on my liberty
ones prefers security
God is gay since he met me
( i’m from the moutain
A jagged city
Do you regret something
I see you got the taste
I’m from the mountain
A jagged city
I never travel back to those days
God is gay since he met me)
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8. |
My therapist
02:20
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He wears brown velvet pants
His tapestry comes off
But he knows whats wrong with me
My therapist
I have cat hairs all over my clothes
When i get up from his coach
And my nasal septum itch
But that doesn’t bother me
What woukd i do without him
Where would i be without him
Every tuesday at 7:30
I take myself to maneetee street
And hang with my therapist
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Left Bank Nantes, France
DIY old-school melodic Punk Rock quintet since 2021 (Nantes-FR/NYC-USA).
We play the music we love, fast and
loud.
We shout our disgust for hatred, disrespect of nature, selfishness, conformity and so on.
We sound oldies and we don't care.
We want to have fun, we want the people to have fun, we proclaim unity.
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