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You will walk alone

by Pygmy Johnson

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1.
Motor 05:34
MOTOR Oh baby I feel a little dizzy tonight I need someone like you to give me a ride It's getting dark, the streets are empty Drive me, drive me, drive me Oh baby we are now facing the night I need someone like you to hold me tight It's getting cold, the wind blows harder Drive me, drive me, drive me Bring me back home Don't let me go wrong Bring me back home Where I belong Bring me back home Please bring me back home
2.
My useless woman She keeps on yawning day by day Never listen to a word I say She smokes and drinks and drinks again She sighs and thinks about the rain But nothing's ever gonna keep her down She wears a black dress and her lips are red Everybody she knew at high school is dead She walks along the streets of dawn She doesn't care, she's never fair But nothing's ever gonna make her scared My useless woman is all I need A private monster I have to feed My useless woman is soft and deep This is the secret I have to keep She's burning every unpaid bill Cleans her gun and takes a pill She knows the world is just a lie She never waves to say goodbye But nothing's ever gonna keep her down She reads my mind like a open book She gets what she wants by hook or crook She's a witch, she's a ghost, she's the devil's host She doesn't care, she's never fair Cause nothing's ever gonna make her scared My useless woman is all I need A private monster I have to feed My useless woman is soft and deep This is the secret I have to keep
3.
THIS IS NOT HOLLYWWOD No super hero No happy ending Don't you see that there is nothing No angel dust No sex for free Just rotten fruits from the devil's tree No chance to grab No pleasant dreams What you see is what it seems No glitter make up No path to follow Just wounded flesh and sorrow This is not Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood Hey little girl just watch your step What you see is what you get The prince is a wolf He locked the room and you drum against the door boom boom boom Honey, honey I'm gonna get you Honey, honey I'm gonna get you This is not Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood No lights, no camera No silence on the set No tape rolling
4.
The beauty of it You come to me with your doubts and fears But all I can see are exhausted tears Running down your cheek All the goddamn week When you appear with your hurt and pain All I can hear is a weak complaint Your life is so confused And all I need is a good excuse I'm going to make you cry For the beauty of it I'm going to make you suffer For the beauty of it When you tear down, torture and destroy All I can feel is a delightful joy Your mind is such a mess All you need is a god to bless (Look at me now) You like to play and you like to cheat Guilt and remorse make your life complete Now you've crossed the line Sweet little liar, I'm gonna make you mine I'm going to make you cry For the beauty of it I'm going to make you suffer For the beauty of it I'm going to tell you lies For the beauty of it I'm going to hurt you For the beauty of it
5.
Strange little boys They look at me with distant eyes They like to hear the sweetest lies But deep inside something is broken Yeah deep inside something is missing They want to dance, they need to cry A true romance to live and die for But somehow everything is sad Just watch them fall, poor mum and dad Strange little boys Moving to the rythm like creepy broken toys Strange little boys Strange little boys Another skin, another kind Another journey in their mind But they will never find the way Afraid to leave, afraid to stay Strange little boys Moving to the rythm like creepy broken toys Strange little boys Strange little boys I watch them walking all along the boulevard When night is falling and the streets become bizarre Some lost bodies waving in the dark Glittering puppies who never bite or bark Strange little boys Strange little boys Strange little boys Strange little boys
6.
It's only pain You know there's something wrong with you You're not the one you wish to be In this old world there's nothing new No mystery oh can't you see ? It's only pain It's only pain It's only pain It's only pain You feel so useless and untrue You wish you could run away and flee So many doubts without a clue No mystery oh can't you see ? It's only pain It's only pain It's only pain It's only pain And you keep a silver bullet right next to your heart You never know, you never know And you hear the distant sound of your life falling apart You'll walk alone, you'll walk alone
7.
Gone 05:46
Gone We fight in vain Broken / insane I'm done I'm done with you I don't need you I don't feel you I'm gone I'm done with you We fight in vain Abel and Caïn I run I run from you Don't call my name Don't feel no shame I'm gone I'm gone for good
8.
Queens of Salem Queens of Salem Hear my voice Heal my body Queens of Salem Hear my voice Heal my soul
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10.
The stalker 03:52
The stalker I wait for you Every night on my own I dream of you Every night after dawn My angel I'm pointless, worthless, hopeless like a star in a pop corn box I burglarize Your empy house when you're gone I steal your soul Every night after dawn My angel I'm pointless, worthless, hopeless like a star in a pop corn box

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released April 28, 2014

Written and composed by Pygmy Johnson.
Arranged by Pygmy Johnson except « Strange little boys » & « Gone » by Pygmy Johnson & Hikit Corbel
Produced by Reverend Don Djamaï & Pygmy Johnson.
Recorded by Reverend Don Djamaï / Mixed and mastered by Pierre-Emmanuel Meriaud
© Krapfen records / Burn your fanbase / Pygmy Johnson 2014

Pygmy Johnson : Vocals, Synthesizers, Piano & Melodica
Reverend Don DjamaÏ : Guitars & Hollywood
Hikit Corbel : Bass
Hibu Corbel : Drums
Xavier Ruiz : Hamonica & Tempura
Dimitri Artemenko : Violins
Diego Zavatarelli : Classic guitar
Benoit Delacoudre : Trumpet
Alexandra Lang : Hollywood

Nikolaz Le Coq : Photography
Philippe Koeune - Valley the Valley : Cover art

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Pygmy Johnson Paris, France

Pygmy Johnson was born in the Cayman Islands. During his childhood between the seashore and the offshore companies, he developed a taste for travel and a sense of secrecy. This mythomaniac « rock crooner » had been travelling through Europe before he came to Paris where he started to compose and play an electric and sexual music, mixing fiction and derision, erotic pulsions and strange melodramas. ... more

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