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Morning Strikes - EP

by Generator

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1.
You're sitting on the bed But nothing comes out Like a trip into your head To find what fits loud Take a look at your hands Caressing your real lovers In front of all the fans Playin' for you's a real honor From our souls, to free our mind For the devil the angel shines There’s nothing more we need We just want you to lean You know when you’re in front of them Thinking about this groovy thing Play hard and start again You’ll come out with something You know when the drum starts rollin' DJ shit is droppin' Play hard and Start again No matter what we're rockin' Elvis Presley waking the mamas Generator we're music hunters Release your feet you're stuck on the ground jump, swing and dance around in any case right here right now the bass line is getting quite loud there's something you can be proud of you're part of the big crowd boy you're part of the big crowd boy G's in the house with disco shit You know when you’re in front of them Thinking about this groovy thing Play hard and start again You’ll come out with something You know when the drum starts rollin' DJ shit is droppin' Play hard and Start again No matter what we're rockin' G's in the house with disco shit No matter what we're ROCK
2.
Create the flow show your own expression mode Wreck the contest bitch blow the business Down in the dark swinging sticky feet Craw creepily over heads and the ladies Mastermind in the art of rimes Speak loud in the proud crowd Freaky freaky funk fish Flipping in the corn field Feel the fuzzy bass beat closing up the deal Face the truth, feel the mood Face the truth, aim the moon (X4) Back on tracks while my guitar gently sweeps Sweat the crappy crack rush on the scene Xtreme makeover, smoother to louder Gentle to mean, from weakness to power. Unleash your tie man bleach a tie-dye Why being frustrated meanwhile People get killed man people die But you don't get to chose your lifestyle Face the truth, feel the mood Face the truth, aim the moon (X4) You got something' to say? You can blues my face! (X4) Face the truth, feel the mood Face the truth, aim the moon (X4) You got something' to say? You can blues my face! (X4)
3.
Don't run away from your fears Roll a big one make your way Unlock the doors that keep you From leaning through Expose yourself to the world Take a pen and write some words Hold a guitar in your hands and explode it in the end Unlock the doors that keep you Hold a guitar in your hands Yah man yo Yah my man tell me what to do yeah Yah my man tell me what you would do yo My man tell me how to be good yeah My man tell me all is cool Don't run away from your fears Roll a big one make your way Unlock the doors that keep you From leaning through Expose yourself to the world Take a pen and write some words Hold a guitar in your hands and explode it in the end Unlock the doors that keep you Hold a guitar in your hands Yah man yo Yah my man tell me what to do yeah Yah my man tell me what you would do yo My man tell me how to be good yeah My man tell me all is cool Yah my man tell me what to do yeah Yah my man tell me what you would do yo My man tell me how to be good yeah My man tell me all is cool
4.
Welcome in, Come to join in 
‘Cause our sound will make you win, you can’t stand it 
Join the trip.. be part of it 
So keep on rocking and free your spirit 
 When the music goes and the words are told 
Don’t even try to stop the flow you know 
When you face your soul, when you ask your own 
And even him can’t tell you who you are G is here 
G is there 
G is pretty much everywhere 
It's something everybody feels even the dead ones 
It's everything you need to get into her bed once 
 a 1-2-3-4 bar hook 
to get the worsts of rusty bar crooks 
on every mix tape it has to be written 
That G has somehow been given 
 Enjoy the sound that we spit through the speakers 
you have no choice but to bounce on your sneakers 
'til the crowd is louder than the band 
'til all we see is a wall of palm of hand 
 You may be hard, you may be funk 
on have an eighteen inches sub in the trunk 
You may be saint or you may be drunk 
As long as you don't dig the pop junk 
G inspires, G admires 
The remaining of all the real music believers 
Sunday afternoon suburbs rockers 
Messy basement hip-hop producers 
 Jazz and Funk juggling samplers 
Fat wobble bass head bangers 
Classical climax lovers 
And B-side album collectors
5.
Hey man what the fuck is that noise? We're trying to speak down there It's never too loud you're just too old so go back to sleep Ah come on man don't tell me the bass is too loud the floor's not even waving yet! You're never too old to.. ROCK! - Ding-Dong baby tell me who’s this ? - The neighbour Mr. Roger Anarchist ! - ...Would you like to buy me a candle ? - Oh sorry dear I’ve got to much to handle… Burn you burn little shaky funky flames Shine, you shine little busty stars Hey man look how they look the same Wow It’s crazy I must take the blame - What kind of instrument do you like to play? - Nothing except I’m playing a freaky guy - Oh cause I thought you were a sax ! - Six sax suck Sam so Sandy said  - Ding Dong baby tell me Who’s this ? - The janitor's son you know.. Elvis - Sorry ma'am i need some sugar! My mom's cooking pork and we just have butter Melt you melt little peace of fat Jump you jump and don't miss the track Hey man-look how they look the same ! Wow, It’s crazy I.. must take the blame Come with me, we'll dance to the beat It’s easy jump and then comes the heat But at the end of the road just turn left Cause turning right would lead you to a fight tonight Ding Dong baby tell me who's this It our son dear.. he's on the list quick maa’ open I'll miss the school bus and I’d have to take it to the next stop Ding Dong oh who the fuck is this Hi sir I'm Chris, the christ is comin' and it's your last chance to welcome him Uhh!

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Paul-Raphaël Charron | Vocals
Antoine Guay | Guitars
Olivier Amyot-Ladouceur | Bass
Sacha Lauzier-Bonnette | Drums and Percussion

Additional Synthesizer and Tambourine by Louis Frédéric Benoît

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released December 1, 2013

Produced by Generator & Louis Frédéric Benoît
Engineered by Louis Frédéric Benoît
Mixed by Louis Frédéric Benoît
Mastered by Louis Frédéric Benoît at LFB Studio
Cover Photograph by Manue Charron
Recorded at LFB Studio
All music and lyrics composed, written and arranged by Generator

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