Brut

by Brut

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released 26 October 2011

Nicholas Routhier - Drums
Alex Gingras - Guitar
Patrick Limoges - Vocals
Stephan Carmignani - Bass

Maxime Bergeron - Additional Vocals

Mix by Yannick Sarrazin
Mastering by Greymarket Mastering
Cover Art by Jeff Simpson

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Track Name: This One Goes Out to You
This one goes out
To nature’s biggest mistake
This one goes out
To the disease that is mankind
And if you think that I’m wrong
Listen carefully and sing along
I’m part of the problem
Part of the disgrace
I’m part of the problem
So shoot me in the face
Track Name: Christinaivism
Just a book written thousand years ago
So what's the hook?
Guess nobody really knows
Who am I to decide
Who am I to judge
The ones who denied
Base on those parables
A talking snake in a tree
A man trapped in a whale
Bronze age stories
And for some they still prevail
Who am I to decide
Who am I to judge
The ones who denied
Base on those parables
Hey, listen to me, don't you agree
That your dogma is full of flaws?
At this point you might as well start
To have faith in Santa Claus
Of course not, who would believe
That a man flies around the world
Drops presents down our chimney
In just one night, don't be absurd
But the fact that one guy can hear
Everybody whisper at the same time
Doesn't seem to be that unreal
For raptures believers and their preachers
Track Name: Cameron Was Right
Could we ask for more?
More nonsense, more abuse
More evidence that we are here to loose
And we all seem to say:
Starve this child because I need a ride
Sometime I’m ashamed
Ashamed of living here
Ashamed of being part of this
And this feeling won’t disappear
And we all seem to say:
Who gives a fuck I got to feed my truck
Sorry man but you and your family will have to wait
Understand that our freedom of movement is at stake
Realize, the machines are winning
Tell Cameron that he was right
And I guess that «Skynet» will soon be rising
To finish the job by planning its final attack
It’s the time to thank your god for irony
When you got to this level of inequity
It’s also the time to get on your knees
And blindfold yourself to keep your mind at peace
Track Name: Easter Island Massacre
Standing tall in the middle of the ocean
Stone figures on the shore of a cursed island
That implore for remembrance
They watch in silence as if unable
To endure what they've witness
Keeping memories of a bloody tale
That we are sure to taste the bitterness
If they could talk, they would probably scream, they would probably shriek
Telling us to wake from our dream and to reckon a future so bleak
They are the bystanders of Easter Island Massacre
If they could talk, they would probably tell us the story of our future
We didn't learn from the sacrifice of those
Who where dumb enough to suppose
That no matter how many trees are cutting down
We're always going to be around
Track Name: L'Or Rouge
La larme à l’oeil
Les actionnaires se recueillent
Car les marchés sont en deuil
En voyant périr leur portefeuille
Ils parlent de chutes de prix effroyables
En oubliant les victimes «négligeables»
Alors les porcs à cravates
Réclament un massacre
D’avantage de sang
Pour leur soif incessante
Ne voyant là qu’un sacrifice excusable
Contre une opulence inestimable
Que des dommages collatéraux
Pendant que l'or rouge coule à flots
Track Name: Ni Dieu Ni Maître
La cigarette sans cravate
Qu'on fume à l'aube démocrate
Et le remords des cous-de-jatte
Avec la peur qui tend la patte
Le ministère de ce prêtre
Et la pitié à la fenêtre
Et le client qui n'a peut-être
Ni Dieu ni maître
Le fardeau blême qu'on emballe
Comme un paquet vers les étoiles
Qui tombent froides sur la dalle
Et cette rose sans pétales
Cet avocat à la serviette
Cette aube qui met la voilette
Pour des larmes qui n'ont peut-être
Ni Dieu ni maître
Ces bois que l'on dit de justice
Et qui poussent dans les supplices
Et pour meubler le sacrifice
Avec le sapin de service
Cette procédure qui guette
Ceux que la société rejette
Sous prétexte qu'ils n'ont peut-être
Ni Dieu ni maître
Cette parole d'Evangile
Qui fait plier les imbéciles
Et qui met dans l'horreur civile
De la noblesse et puis du style
Ce cri qui n'a pas la rosette
Ni Dieu ni maître
Cette parole de prophète
Ni Dieu ni maître
Je la revendique et vous souhaite
Ni Dieu ni maître
Track Name: P.A.T.R.I.O.T.
Another day and so begins another play
Where everyone's got his own roll
Where everyone's under control
No one's voicing their opinion no one's out of line
You're in the wet dream of your government mind and every things fine
Put on a smile because you're on the air
They got an eye on you so you better beware
Put on a smile and be prepared
To see all of your freedoms been taken away
Nothing to fear when you got nothing to hide
So do as you're told and begin to fit the mold
«Freedom of press?» don't make them laugh
Soon you won't even have your human rights
Don't worry fellow Christians you will be fine
They will use censorship to protect your feeble minds
What do you expect from a police state
Put on a smile because you're on the air
They got an eye on you so you better beware
Put on a smile and be prepared
To see all of your freedoms been taken away
Track Name: Merchant of Distress
Another human tragedy just took place
The anchor man delivers the news with a grin on his face
What a disgrace, what a disgrace
He knows the network guys will be pleased
He's feeding the thirst of drama the viewer needs
Fulled by their greed, fulled by their greed
Always milking the story
Main purpose of the day
Always milking the story
Until the thirst go away, so
They milk it
Broadcasting pain
Caring of only one thing
The ratings
The only focus
For this media circus
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
It seems that all they can say
Is obey to the fear
Don't you realize
That the opinions took the place of information
Don't you realize
People are dumber when you feed them with lies
Don't you realize
You're judgment as regress thanks to the merchant of distress
Don't you realize
Track Name: One Man Nation
The following is to inform that I'm the one you're looking for
A first breath in your society and I was blessed with immortality
A slow transformation into a one man nation
I'm the brand new monarchy that took the life of your democracy
I never cared for the feelings of others
So you branded me
Branded me as a psychopath
I couldn't maintain any relationship
So you branded me
Branded me as a psychopath
Don't give a damn for the safety of others
So you branded me
Branded me as a psychopath
Deceitfulness, for my profit
So you branded me
Branded me as a psychopath
Never felt guilty for all the things I've done
So you branded me
Branded me as a psychopath
I refuse to conform to your laws
So you branded me
Branded me as a psychopath
You witness all of this and kept in mind
Ignorance is bliss
It's not a resignation
I'll carry on my domination
I'm the godfather of the milk mafia
Keeper of the rich man's utopia
You call me a corporation
I call myself your new religion
Track Name: Le Misanthrope
À force d’observer
L’évolution d’une société
Qui semble se complaire
Dans sa médiocrité
Tranquillement se déconnecte
Car la normalité lui semble infecte
Assurément se barricade
S’isolant de la masse par cette façade
À force de chercher
Une quelconque vérité
Il se retrouve face à face
Avec une évidence qui l’agace
Certitude contradictoire
À ce qu’il pensait (supposait) croire
Gardant sa rage dans l’étouffoir
Se cherche une béquille pour desserrer sa mâchoire
Misanthrope à temps partiel
Face au miroir, face au réel
Nihiliste de fin de semaine
Confronté à la nature humaine
À force de se butter
Aux aberrations de l’humanité
Qui n’a même plus la prétention
D'essayer de trouver une solution
Certitude contradictoire
À ce qu’il pensait croire
Gardant sa rage dans l’étouffoir
Se cherche une béquille pour desserrer sa mâchoire
Tranquillement se déconnecte
Car la normalité lui semble infecte
Assurément se barricade
S’isolant de la masse par cette façade
Misanthrope à temps partiel
Face au miroir, face au réel
Nihiliste de fin de semaine
Confronté à la nature humaine