{"id":959,"date":"2014-04-23T10:42:33","date_gmt":"2014-04-23T08:42:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cartouche.lautre.net\/?post_type=albums&p=959"},"modified":"2022-01-04T08:29:22","modified_gmt":"2022-01-04T07:29:22","slug":"2014-bread-and-roses","status":"publish","type":"albums","link":"https:\/\/www.cartouche.punkrock.fr\/en\/albums\/2014-bread-and-roses\/","title":{"rendered":"Bread and roses"},"content":{"rendered":"

In this album, Recorded and mixed at the Studioscope<\/a> in Angers, Cali was able to give both a punk and warm color to the 10 songs. 10 pieces at once melancholic and angry, but always tinged with hope.<\/span> And always stories and encounters:<\/span><\/p>\n

That of the exile of children on the road in search of a better life, who come despite all the barriers to pass in Europe.
\nThat of every woman who once faced the prevailing machismo and that of those other women in India who revolt against their bosses and exploiters.
\nThat of this mother elephant whose road stops after the fatal gun shot for the perverse and dominating pleasure of humanity.
\nThat of the textile workers of Lawrence in Massachusetts who in 1912, take to their account the poem of James Oppenheim, “Bread & Roses”<\/em><\/p>\n

I went through the books, I looked back in time
\nWhat drives men to bathe in blood
\nTheir dream of freedom and I found nothing.
\nThen all we have left is to live intensely
\nTo raise revolt as the only banner
\nEternals unfriendly to our humanity
\nPoor lovers, living to death.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Produced by the band, the album is available in vynil, digital and CD and distributed by Maloka<\/a>, Acontrariorecords,<\/a> Zone Onze records,<\/a> General Strike, Appel aux luttes<\/a> and Rudy\u2019s back<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\n

Bread and roses – Lyrics<\/h2>\n

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\n[accordion-section title=”Exil” id=”item-1″]<\/p>\n

One morning, out of a truck, where you were waiting for
\nArriving somewhere, you didn\u2019t know, but away from the danger
\nWhich hanged over your body, still young but already marked
\nBy violence, indifference to the forgetting people.<\/p>\n

A the first breath, the first look, on your new life
\nYou felt in your soul, in your heart, that you had grown up.
\nTired, abandoned, you felt yourself reel
\nBut you had to continue for the people you cherish.<\/p>\n

So much! Now they miss you so much
\nAnd that, since a long time.
\nBut you will see them again
\nWhen times will be safer.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Little by little, you built a new life
\nSince this day where the travel stopped in France.
\nBut you still had to pass the ordeal of the papers;
\nOverstep the frontiers of the poisoned hearts.<\/p>\n

I did not forget your smile which was illuminating
\nThe white pages of a notebook where you were writing:
\nThe souvenirs, the thoughts, the nightmares, which always haunted you
\nOf a goodbye, a truck, a ship, which suddenly moved you away.<\/p>\n

To my little brothers of heart: <\/em>Iqra, Jenuka, Arafat, Hasnain, Za\u00efd, Manef, Casandra, Vasitharan, Aminata, Banujan, toutes et tous les autres. Que la vie vous sourit !<\/em><\/p>\n

( Author: G\u00e9raldine D )<\/em>
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\n[accordion-section title=”For a handful of dollars” id=”item-12″]<\/p>\n

(For the workers of the textile industry)<\/p>\n

Sweat rivers of blood
\nBreath under the yok of the powerful
\nFeel full and one day wake up
\nRefuse to be overexploited
\nYell your rage and your anger
\nBurn the murdered factories
\nPlunder the stolen wealth
\nShine with a revolted flame<\/p>\n

The women who have no rights bring things to a head
\nThe workers wake up and want have a fight
\nTheir weaving wombs are at the end of one\u2019s tether
\nTo manufacture flaming fabrics for beautiful ones from the West<\/p>\n

Fight fight fight for your rights<\/strong>
\nBreak break break yout chains<\/strong>
\nFight fight fight for your rights<\/strong>
\nNever say die and try to live<\/strong><\/p>\n

Break the time of servitude
\nForget the times of solitude
\nDrive away the misery
\nCross from death to life
\nProclaim your heightened desires
\nInflame your sleepy heart
\nSing your forgotten utopias
\nGive a bit of spice to the world with a sunny smile.<\/p>\n

The women who have no rights bring things to a head
\nThe workers wake up and want have a fight
\nTheir weaving wombs are at the end of one\u2019s tether
\nTo manufacture flaming fabrics for beautiful ones from the West<\/p>\n

( Author: Raymonde S )<\/em>
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\n[accordion-section title=”Au\u00dferhalb” id=”item-12″]<\/p>\n

Wir brauchen keinen kapitalistischen Traum
\nDenn uns\u2019re Tr\u00e4ume geh\u00f6ren uns
\nWir brauchen eure Labels nicht
\nDenn uns\u2019re Musik geh\u00f6rt uns<\/p>\n

Wir brauchen keine Religion
\nUnser Schicksal geh\u00f6rt uns
\nWir brauchen keine Parteien
\nDie Politik ist uns\u2019re Sache.
\n
\nAu\u00dferhalb von euren Zellen
\nwollen wir unsere Zukunft planen
\nAu\u00dferhalb von eurem System
\nwollen wir unsere Leben im Griff haben.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Wir brauchen eure Information nicht
\nDie Information geh\u00f6rt uns
\nWir brauchen die Fernsehschei\u00dfe nicht
\nDenn unser Gehirn geh\u00f6rt uns<\/p>\n

Eure Kunstgriffe brauchen wir nicht
\nDenn unsere K\u00f6rper geh\u00f6ren uns
\nWir brauchen eure Grenzen nicht
\nDenn die Erde geh\u00f6rt uns.<\/p>\n

( Author: G\u00e9raldine D )<\/em>
\n(\u00fcbersetzung in deustch: Isa)<\/em>
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\n[accordion-section title=”Will you think about me..?” id=”item-12″]<\/p>\n

The earth is trembling around me
\nThe wind is blowing on my head
\nMy companions start to running.
\nIt\u2019s like the rumbling of the thunder
\nWith no flash of lightening
\nBut the one of an hunting rifle.<\/p>\n

Will you think about me
\nWhen you will wear my body?
\nI hope it will make you pretty
\nI hope it will make you happy.
\nWill you cry after me
\nAfter stealing my body
\nI hope it will make you pretty
\nI hope it will make you happy<\/strong><\/p>\n

The fear is lifting the dust up
\nTo the sky full of violence
\nWhen the despair fall on the ground.
\nI can hear my beloved friends
\nHowling with pain and terror
\nAs a shoot stop my escape.<\/p>\n

The sun\u2019s disappearing from my eyes
\nI can just see him here, smiling
\nWhen he snatch my tusk from my head\u2026
\nI was a female elephant
\nWho liked to play, who liked to live
\nThis is the End, this is the End.
\nThis is the End, this is the End.<\/p>\n

( Author: G\u00e9raldine D )<\/em>
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\n[accordion-section title=”Over the dreams” id=”item-12″]<\/p>\n

During years, my nights were haunted
\nBy dark nightmares, where soldiers dragged
\nMy parents and brothers along to a certain death.
\nWhen everything was finished, silence were enveloping
\nThe wiped tears, the joy to wake up
\nOn a new day, with my loved ones.<\/p>\n

And I was seeing my owns
\nThe ones I like
\nWho will always be there
\nWhen me, I feel bad.
\nAnd I was seeing, this tiny thing
\nWhich give you hope
\nWhen you drag like a dog
\nYour darkeners ideas.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A simple and modest life was opening to me,
\nWalking in the fields, crossing the woods,
\nListening to the song of a benevolent nature.
\nI was progressing with no borders, so candid and carefree,
\nSo far from the violence, of the squeezed ghosts,
\nWho throw the fear on their closed faces.<\/p>\n

And I was seeing my owns,
\nThe ones I like,
\nFor whom I will always be there,
\nWhen them, they will feel bad.
\nAnd I was seeing, this tiny thing
\nWhich give you hope
\nWhen you drag like a dog
\nYour darkeners ideas.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I searched in the books; I delved into the time,
\nWhat push humans to flood in the blood
\nTheir dream of liberty, and I found nothing.
\nThen we just have to live intensely,
\nBrandish revolt as our only flag,
\nEternal rebel to our humanity
\nPoor lovers to live to death<\/p>\n

And I will see my owns
\nThe ones I like
\nWho will always be there
\nWhen me, I feel bad.
\nAnd I will tell you: \u201cCome,
\nTogether it\u2019s better,
\nYou will be there for me,
\nI will be there for you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

( Author: G\u00e9raldine D )<\/em>
\n[\/accordion-section]
\n[accordion-section title=”Headlong” id=”item-12″]<\/p>\n

I saw the fangs of time ravage the fa\u00e7ades of civilizations
\nI saw the cathedrals in thousands parts of world defying the horizon
\nFortifications, protect the reason of the stronger squad.
\nI saw gods of stones crushing the people with their giant foot.<\/p>\n

I touched the sacred of a bronze figurine that women coveted
\nI touched white walls which shelter the dreams of the forgotten statues.
\nThe charm of an elephant, who bended down to me, to make me go with him.
\nI touched the beauty, a night on the moutains of Basses Pyr\u00e9n\u00e9es.
\n
\nHeadlong, I carry on<\/strong><\/p>\n

I heard the rale of the last blacksmith sticking on the bloody steel.
\nI heard the bullets of the human\u2019s madness resounding in the wind.
\nThe plaintive cry of a violin invading the pipes of a sleeping metro.
\nI heard my mother calling me to get out of my dreams of child.<\/p>\n

I tested the pleasure of the newborn love in the hollow of the pillow ;
\nI tested the torments of love running away from the poisoned hearts.
\nThe sweet delights of the flavour of East which made me prisoner.
\nI tested the joy of the wine of friendship which will never stop.<\/p>\n

I felt the smoke of the death drawing near on the banks of the Ganges.
\nI felt a kiss that wanted to reassure me on the corners of my fringe.
\nThe fire of a chimney taking the beloved one to it\u2019s wild destiny ;
\nI felt we have to live till exhaustion to take our revenge.<\/p>\n

Headlong, we carry on<\/strong><\/p>\n

( Author: G\u00e9raldine D )<\/em>
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\n[accordion-section title=”Obscenity” id=”item-12″]<\/p>\n

Obscenity is governing the world
\nNo place left for naivety and kindness,
\nThat\u2019s time of war and pain.<\/p>\n

Humanity has open the box of Pandora
\nDestruction, suffer and death
\nAre invading our houses.
\nWithdrawal walls and fear
\nAre infesting our hearts.<\/p>\n

When some are dying of starvation
\nThe others are going on a diet.
\nWhen some are working hardly
\nThe others get rich at their expense.<\/p>\n

An obscene world<\/strong><\/p>\n

The black blood of earth
\nIs flowing into the oceans
\nKilling life from where it\u2019s coming from,
\nCrushing the future of the next generations.
\nHuman as found his worst predator
\nHimself.<\/p>\n

Animals pay the tribute
\nOf our madness to control the nature.
\nExploited, exhausted and hunted,
\nThey pay the price of our decadence.<\/p>\n

The balance is close to the end,
\nWill we be continuing to destroy,
\nTo dominate and control the world?
\nAre we so pretentious not to see
\nThat one day our time to disappear could arrive…?<\/p>\n

( Author: G\u00e9raldine D )<\/em>
\n[\/accordion-section]
\n[accordion-section title=”In life like in riot” id=”item-12″]In life like in riot,
\nIt\u2019s the heart which beat
\nLike the noise of our step
\nOn the pavements of our desires.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the easy beath too
\nFrom our respiration
\nResounding in unison
\nTo the rythm of the detonations.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s again the foaming blood
\nIn the streets and arteries
\nLike the petrol from the Commune
\nIn our inflamed bodies.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s finally adrenalin
\nWhich kindle the fire or our embraces
\nOur desire of liberty
\nIn life like in riot!<\/p>\n

( Author: Eric T )<\/em>
\n[\/accordion-section]
\n[accordion-section title=”A wonderbra around the neck” id=”item-12″]They caught, beat, fucked, held,
\nHumiliated, raped, insulted and mistreated you.
\nThey burnt, lynched, shaved, mutilated,
\nAbused, wounded, handicapped and killed you.<\/p>\n

I can not anymore listen to the suffering
\nOf the women that you drag, throw in the sludge of existence.
\nThat you buy, whistle, sell, and tie,
\nCall bitch when they happily walk around
\nAnd you always relegate to teh sulbaterne jobs,
\nOn who you despise when they take the things in hand.<\/p>\n

Never look down anymore
\nAnd let\u2019s give back the knocks.
\nIt\u2019s time for things to change
\nOur bodies, our lives, belong to us !<\/strong><\/p>\n

They ruined, ruined your beauty, exploiting you on the street.
\nThey turned, turned you, to demean and kill your body.
\nThey threw some acid at you, to make oyu pay for your liberty,
\nStoned you at death to punish you for loving the one you wanted.<\/p>\n

I can not anymore to see all these advertisings
\nWhich trat women like object to consume.
\nThe wonderbra, I\u2019m going to grip it around your neck.
\nThe Lolita, the parfum, she\u2019s going to throw i tat your face.
\nYour nice car, the blond, she\u2019s going to crash it
\nAnd on a bike, you will maybe be less bloody stupid !<\/p>\n

( Author: G\u00e9raldine D )<\/em><\/p>\n

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