double vinyl pressing, limited to one pressing only
gatefold tip-op jackets with fluorescent orange ink and full color artwork
all lyrics in French and English
NOTE:
This is a pre-order for the 2xLP physical vinyl version. It might not actually be ready to ship until mid 2022. We don't know, the global delays keep shifting. Things take a long time these days. It's a good idea to pre-order it here and we will send it to you, but only do it if you're good at patience.
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lyrics
GRIS
Vingt-quatre ans
la foudre dans les doigts
au futur jeté un regard ténébreux
tout droit sortis
d'un mauvais film
mauvais acteurs...
Où sont les parents
de ces têtes politiques?
Qui va mettre fin
à leur comportement?
Poing de fer,
rêves sanglants,
leur bras sait porter l'épée,
il sait porter la croix...
Corrompus, pervertis et attaquants,
Qui va nous apprendre
à se tenir debout?
Sanglots longs,
souffle coupé
pieds et mains liés,
torture légalisée.
Griffes arrachées
langue mordue
enfermé dans un mètre carré
Qui terminera d'un coup ce
cauchemar collectif?
Inutile d'ignorer
dans quoi ils ont les mains
continent oublié
épidemie mortelle
pôles fondus
terres englouties
corps et âmes lancés contre les murs
verre brisé qui pénètre la peau
désert humain
coeurs engourdir
Où sont les parents de tous ces orphelins?
(translation)
GRIS (grey)
24 years, thunder in the fingers
at the future is thrown a very dark glance...
straight out of a bad movie, bad actors...
Where are the parents of these heads of state?
Who will stop their behavior?
Iron fist, bloodied dreams
their ams can carry the sword,
can carry the cross...
Corrupted, perverted and attacking.
Who will teach us how to stand up?
Long sob, breath cut short
feet and hands bound
legalized torture
claws torn off, bitten tongue
locked in one square meter
Who will end in one blow this collective nightmare?
It is pointless to ignore where they have their hands
forgotten continent
deadly epidemic
melted poles
sunken grounds
bodies and souls thrown
against walls
broken glass penetrating skin
human desert
numb hearts
Where are the parents for all the orphans?
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250
Such a special album I struggle to think of what to say about it. At times I'm afraid or put off even listening to it and sometimes its the most comforting thing in the world. I got this from a vinyl code and I only listened to that physical copy of it the morning after the night my dog died. The first time I ever lost someone that meant the world to me and it was the first time I didn't cry to it. This album is beautiful and if youre reading this, you are loved memon_dayz
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