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Kermess

by Kermess

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The oozing steam of blood and fire Fill with grimness every fall of Chickamauga The pounding hooves of a thousand chargers Dully rumble Like a distant growl As if the battle had never been stopped For fifty thousands of those drafted suckers Thrashing their kinsmen in a fratricide war On the wooded banks of an Indian legend Dressed in blue or dressed in grey The poor devils have on both sides Hand in hand manured the soil of Georgia And shed their lives in Chickamauga Creek At the feet of the mountains Flows the River of Blood A paleface blood Meeting an Indian word When the sky clouds over The end of summer Indian hymns and battle songs Rise side by side from the River of Blood.
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After the deafening fever of yesterday night A few hours to dry the toxic sweat From my wrinkled forehead And off I go In my pink slippers Eggs and bugs and kitchen roll To sustain my baggy flesh To sustain my soaky bones My hells-angels jacket neatly packed In my wardrobe I can now resume To my daily chores Eggs and bugs and kitchen roll Much has still to be said For Sunday breakfast in bed This embryonic chick awaits a lethal fate As my shaky hands grab The deadly pan The rotten butter knits A tight and juicy web Eggs and bugs and kitchen roll An instant crash Is all it takes To crack the shell But amidst the haze of noon The creepies crawl And gather for the feast The frothy mist of Memories Drowns my liver in dismay Eggs and bugs and kitchen roll A desperate attempt to reach the craphole Bounces my face in the burning yoke As my mouth rejects My brewed nostalgia Eggs and bugs and kitchen roll
3.
Guilty 03:55
I was brought for trial Before the Doomsday Court With no counsel for my Defense Naked as I was born Despite my good conduct Throughout this peaceful life The Court had a black look And a reproachful tone You are in charge with cowardice For you dismissed your inner quests To leave your fate be just like dough Into the claws of society Guilty of cowardice The verdict slashed a heavy silence Sentenced to regrets With no alternate hope for my repent. You spoiled the gifts you were blessed with For a mundane job and a humdrum life Gave up your hands of alchemist For small pebbles of security You are in charge with treachery For under cover of common sense You sacrificed the youthful dreams To keep quietly to the straight and narrow Guilty of treachery The verdict slashed a heavy silence Sentenced to regrets With no alternate hope for my repent.
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On the Hill 04:56
On the hill of my village The Sunday chime floats discreetly Leaving the fowls to their cackling And the gardeners to their plot While at the foot of the red brick steeple The young people fill the square Our old neighbours sit on their doorsteps Looking around for a bit of a chat And when the Monday breaks The market place releases its fragrance Fish, flowers and vegetables Are spreading through the narrow streets The alleys of cobbled stones Are ringing with the footsteps Of dozens of shopping baskets That are heading for the market. On the hill of my village Where the kids play hooky Cows are chewing the cud And kids squelching through the mud. Far beyond the business centre Nestles my peaceful village Surrounded by gentle slopes Gently grazed by idle chompers Where the old folks still believe That their bricks will last forever And shelter the same young rascals Brightening up this haven of peace. And when September dawns The peaceful hamlet looks dapper Overjoyed by the cattle fair It soon will put up in its walls The troop of giants Dance down the hill On the blaring music of the local brass band Chips, grill, mussels and black pudding Cover the Sunday stroller in grease.

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Premier maxi du groupe. Il n'en reste plus d'exemplaire physique.

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released September 1, 1995

Phil B: vox, guitare
Michel V: basse, djerbuka, choeurs
Mich B: guitare, accordéon, choeurs
Erik V : batterie, choeurs

Choeurs additionnels: Kreiss, Felipe, Willy, Sandra, Jo, Sybille, Syle, Ben , Sandra D.
Harmonica: Felipe
Sifflement: Willy

Cover: Ben et Cécile

Merci: Jenny, Albert, THC, Kreiss, Eric, Grazzy, Denis, Magasin4, Pierrot Hachat

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Kermess Belgium

Kermess a sévi de 1994 à 2000 un peu partout en Belgique mais aussi en France et en Suisse...

Près de 200 concerts boostés à l'adrénaline punk-folk multilingue du groupe où la bonne humeur générale était au rendez-vous. Des ballons et des rouleaux de PQ en guise de guirlandes... Ils ont paratgé la scène de groupes tels que UK Subs, Pigalle, PPz 30, Marcel et son Orchestre, Barking Dogs, etc
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