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2005 - Borgata
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Present Tense, Do The Evolution, Save You, Insignificance, Given To Fly, Dissident, Even Flow, Leatherman, Immortality, Lukin, Not For You/(Modern Girl), Wishlist, Don't Gimme No Lip, Breath, State of Love and Trust, Porch Rappels 1: Gone, Bee Girl, Harvest Moon, Nothingman, Once, Alive Rappels 2: Spin The Black Circle, Glorified G, U, Leaving Here, Rockin' in the Free World |
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| Present Tense Musique: McCready Paroles: Vedder Album: No Code Date: 27 août 1996 Do you see the way that tree bends? Does it inspire> Leaning out to catch the sun's rays. A lesson to be applied. Are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip? You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, ohh, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who can forgive yourself. Oh. Makes much more sense to live in the present tense. Have you ideas on how this life ends? Checked your hands and studied the lines. Have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light? Seems that needlessly it's getting harder to find an approach and a way to live. Are we getting something out of this all encompassing trip. You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, ohh, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself. Oh, ohh. Makes more sense to live in the present tense. |
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| Do The Evolution Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 I'm ahead, I'm a man I'm the first mammal to wear pants. I am at peace with my lust. I can kill cause in god I trust. It's evolution baby. I'm a piece of the man. I buy stocks on the day of the crash. On the loose. I'm a truck. All the rolling hills I'll flatten 'em out. It's herd behavior. Uh huh. It's evolution baby Admire me, admire my home, admire my son, he's my clone. This land is mine, this land is free, I'll do what I want, yet irresponsibly. It's evolution baby. I'm a thief. I'm a liar. There's my church I sing in the choir. Hall-le-lu-jah. Admire me, admire my home, admire my song, admire my clothes. Consider, appetite for nightly feasts. Those ignorant Indians got nothing on me. Nothing. Why? Because, it's evolution baby. I am ahead, I am advanced, I am the first mammal to make plans. I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher. 2010 watch it go to fire. It's evolution baby. Do the evolution. |
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| Insignificance Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Binaural Date: 16 mai 2000 All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. Blame it all on chemical intercourse. The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance. The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin. So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. Like a ball that's spinning. Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. It's instilled to want to live. Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance. "Turn the jukebox up," he said. Dancing in irreverence. Play C-3. Let the song protest. The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. On the lip they take off. Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. It's instilled to want to live. Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance. |
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| Given To Fly Musique: McCready Paroles: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out. A bad time nothing could save him. Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out. He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles. He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree. The wind rose up set him down on his knee. A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw. Deliver him wings, "Hey look at me now!" Arms wide open with the sea as his floor oh, oh, oh... He's flying, whole! High! wide! oh... He floated back down cause he wanted to share. This key to the locks, on the chains, he saw everywhere. But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed by faceless men. Well fuckers, he still stands. And he still gets his love he just gives it away. The love he receives is the love that is saved. And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky. A human being that was given to fly... Flying! whole... High! flying! whole... He's flying! woah... High... woah... oh... |
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| Dissident Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vs Date: 19 octobre 1993 She nursed him there, ooh, over a night. I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay. What to say? What to say? But soon she was down. Soon he was low. At a quarter past. A holy no. She had to turn around. When she couldn't hold, oh, she folded. A dissident is here. Escape is never the safest path. Oh, a dissidence. A dissident is here. And to this day she's glided on. Always home but so far away. Like a word misplaced. Nothing said, what a waste. But when she had contact with the conflict. There was meaning but she sold him to the state. She had to turn around. When she couldn't hold she folded. A dissident is here. Escape is never the safest path. Oh, a dissidence. A dissident is here. Oh. Oh... Oh... She gave him away when she couldn't hold. No, she folded. A dissident is here. Escape is never the safest path. Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here. Oh, couldn't hold on. She couldn't hold. No, she folded. A dissident is here. Escape is never the safest place. Oh, A dissident is here. |
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| Even Flow Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 Freezing. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete. Again. Oh, Feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Ooh yeah. Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar. Ooh yeah. Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane. Ooh. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah. Ooh. Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Life again. Life again. Kneeling. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Ooh yeah. Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way. Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame. Yeah. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away. Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Him away. Him away. Yeah. Woo. Ah Yeah. Fuck your money. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away. A-someday yet he'll begin his life again. Yeah. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Him away. Him away. Yeah. Woo. Uh huh yeah. Yeah yeah, momma mommy |
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| Leatherman Musique: Vedder Paroles: Vedder Album: Single Given To Fly Date: 6 janvier 1998 I heard about a man to whom I may be related. He's leatherman. Died a long time ago in the 1880's. Leatherman. Leatherman. Covered with leather but it wasn't tight. Underneath a moon in the woods at night. Making the rounds ten miles a day. Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say. "Here he comes. He's a man of the land. He's leatherman Smile on his face. Axe in his pack. He's leatherman. Leatherman. Leatherman." Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed. He wasn't known to stay much but, "Thanks for the bread." So, modern day I walk my way with my jacket faded just like a man of leather whom I may be related. Rolled cigarette for which he'd ask for a light. Appear to be an animal. Yet, so polite. Making the rounds ten miles a day. Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say "Here he comes he's a man of the land. He's leatherman Smile on his face. Axe in his hand. He's leatherman. Leatherman. Leatherman." Leatherman. Leatherman. Shake his hand. He's leatherman. Bake some bread. He's leatherman. Shame he's dead. I saw his bed. It's all that's left of leatherman. Leatherman. Give me some skin Leatherman. |
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| Immortality Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vitalogy Date: 6 décembre 1994 Vacate, is the word. Vengeance has no place so near to her. Cannot find the comfort in this world. Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers? Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere. A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on but there's a trapdoor in the sun. Immortality. As privileged as a whore. Victims in demand for public show. Swept out through the cracks beneath the door. Holier than thou. How? Surrendered, executed, anyhow. Scrawl dissolved. Cigar box on the floor. A truant finds home, and I wish to hold on too, but saw the trapdoor in the sun. Immortality. I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark. Coming up a which way sign. All good truants must decide. Oh, stripped and sold mom. An auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink. Truants move on, cannot stay long. Some die just to live. |
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| Lukin Ecrit par: Vedder Album: No Code Date: 27 août 1996 Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home. I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb. I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone. Stopped at the supermarket people stare like I'm a dog. I'm going to Lukin's. I've got a spot at Lukin's. I knocked the door at Lukin's. Open the fridge. Now I know life is worth. I found the key but I return to find an open door. Some fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son. I find my wife, I call the cops, this days work's never done. The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun.. |
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| Not For You Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vitalogy Date: 6 décembre 1994 Restless soul, enjoy your youth. Like Muhammad. Hits the truth. Can't escape from the common rule - if you hate something don't you do it too. Small my table. A-sits just two. Got so crowded. I can't make room. Oh where did they come from? Stormed my room. And you dare say it belongs to you. To you. This is not for you. My friends call me Ed, they call me. My friends they don't scream. My friends don't call. My friends don't. All that's sacred comes from youth. Dedication. Naive and true. With no power. Nothing to do. I still remember. Why don't you? Don't you? This is not for you. Never was for you. Fuck you. This is not for you. |
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| Wishlist Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off. I wish I was a sacrifice, but somehow still lived on. I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on the Christmas tree. I wish I was the star that went on top. I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the clouds. Or 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky. I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me. I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me. I wish I was a messenger, and all the news was good. I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood. I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun. I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on. I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on. I wish I was the verb "to trust" and never let you down. I wish I was a radio song the one that you turned up. |
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| Don't Gimme No Lip Ecrit par: Gossard Album: Lost Dogs Date: 11 novembre 2003 Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no Don’t gimme no lip, I've had my fill of it Don’t gimme no lip, I've lost my taste for it Don’t gimme no lip, you've got a face this shit Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no Don’t gimme no lip, I'm just not having it Don’t gimme no lip, stuck on your cigarette Don’t gimme no lip, I'm wiping off the spit Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip It's just a problem One I'll be solving It's just a problem Problem? haha.. Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no lip Don’t gimme no |
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| State Of Love And Trust Musique: McCready, Ament Paroles: Vedder Album: Singles Soundtrack Date: 1992 State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext. Sin still plays and preaches but to have an empty court. Uh huh. And the signs are passing. grip the wheel can't read it. Sacrifice receiving the smell that's on my hands. Hands, yeah. And I listen for the voice inside my head. Nothing. I'll do this one myself. Lay her down as priest does. Should the lord be a counting? Will be in my honor. Make it pain, painfully clear. Uh huh. Promises are whispered in the age of darkness. Want to be enlightened like I want to be told the end. End, yeah. And the barrel shakes aimed a-directly at my head. Oh help me. Help me from myself. And I listen from both sides of a friend. Nothing. I'll do this one myself.. Uh huh huh oh. Myself. Myself. Yeah yeah. Hey, na na na na. Hey that's something. (x3) Want-it back, back to the left. Yeah. huh uh. And I listen oh for the voice inside my head. Nothing. I'll do this one myself. Oh, ah and the barrel waits. Trigger shakes. Aimed right at my head. Won't you help me? Help me from myself. State of love and trust and a... State of love and trust and a... State of love and trust and a... State of love and... |
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| Porch Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 What the fuck is this world running to? You didn't leave a message at least I coulda' learned your voice one last time. Daily minefield this could be my time by you. Would you hit me? Would you hit me? Ohh. Whoa oww. All the bills go by and initiatives are taken up. By the middle. There ain't gonna be any middle any more. And the cross I'm bearing home ain't indicative of my place. Left the porch. Left the porch. Oh. Hear my name. Take a good look. This could be the day. Hold my hand. Walk beside me. I just need to say. Uh huh. Uh huh yeah uh huh. Uh huh yeah uh huh. Oh, hear my name. Take a good look. This could be the day. Hold my hand. Lie beside me. I just need to say. I could not take a-just one day I know when I would not ever touch you, hold you, feel you in my arms. Never again. Yeah. (x12) |
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| Gone Ecrit par: Eddie Vedder No more upset mornings No more trying evenings It's the American Dream I am disbelieving. When the gas in my tank feels like money in the bank I’m gonna blow it all this time, take me one last ride. The lights of the city They only look good when I’m speeding I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I’m gone Gone, going for it all this time, gone. In the far off distance As my taillights fade No one to witness but they will someday Feel like a question is forming And the answers falling I will be what I could be Once I get out of this town. The lights of this city They’ve lost all of their feeling I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I’m gone Gone, going for it all, this time I’m gone Nothing is everything I’ll have it all If nothing is everything then I will have it all. I’m gone |
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| Bee Girl Musique: Ament Paroles: Vedder Album: Lost Dogs Date: 11 novembre 2003 Bee girl, you're gonna die You don't wanna be famous, you wanna be shy Do your dances alone in your room Becoming a star will become your doom Bee girl, be a girl... Bee girl, be a girl... You know time is long, and life is short Begin to live while you still can Believe in nothing, believe me Those who can be trusted can change their mind The anxious is the present Unwrap your gifts, take your time Everything you imagined Needn't be stuck in your mind Bee girl, be a girl... Bee girl, be a girl... |
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| Once Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 Ooo... I admit it. What's to say? Yeah. I'll relive it without pain. Mmmm. Back street lover on the side of the road. I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode. I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes. I play. Once upon a time I could control myself. Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah. Oh, try and mimic what's insane. Ooh. I am in it, where do I stand? (Stand, stand.) Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat. I got a back street lover on the passenger seat. I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet. I pray. Once upon a time I could control myself. Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah waa. You think I got my eyes closed but I've been looking at you the whole fucking time. Ooh, once upon a time I could control myself. Yeah. Once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Once upon a time I could love myself. Yeah. Once upon a time I could love you. Yeah, yeah. Once... (x4) Yeah. Once... Once, yeah... Yeah. Yeah... Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Oww... |
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| Alive Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 "Son," she said, "Have I got a little story for you. What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a... While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen your real daddy was dying. Sorry you didn't see him but I'm glad we talked." Oh, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, ooh. Oh, she walks slowly across a young man's room. She said, "I'm ready for you." Why I can't remember anything to this very day? 'Cept the look. The look. Oh, you know where. Now I can't see I just stare. I... I'm still alive. Hey I... But, I'm still alive. Hey I... Boy, I'm still alive. Hey I... Oh, I'm still alive. Yeah. Ooh yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Oh. Ooh. "Is something wrong?" She said. Of course there is. "You're still alive." She said. Oh, and do I deserve to be? Is that the question? And if so, if so, who answers? Who answers! I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey I... But, I'm still alive. Yeah I... Ooh, I'm still alive. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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| Spin The Black Circle Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vitalogy Date: 6 décembre 1994 See this needle... a see my hand. Drop, drop, dropping it down oh so gently. Well here it comes. I touch the plane. Turn me up, won't turn you away. Spin the black circle. Pull it out... a paper sleeve. Oh my joy. Only you deserve conceit. I'm so big. A-my whole world. I'd rather you, rather you than her. Spin the black circle. You're so warm. The ritual when I lay down your crooked arm. Spin the black circle. |
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| Glorified G Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vs Date: 19 octobre 1993 Got a gun. Fact I got two. That's Ok man 'cause I love god. Glorified version of a pellet gun feels so manly when armed. Glorified version of a pellet gun. (x4) Don't think dumb is strength. Never shot at a living thing. Glorified version of a pellet gun feels so manly when armed. Glorified version of a pellet gun. (x3) Glorified version of a... Always keep it loaded. (x3) Kindred to be an American. Life comes... I can feel your heart. Ooh, life comes... I can feel your heart in your neck. Life comes... I can feel your heart in your neck. Like some... I can steal your heart from your neck. Oh. Glorified. (x2) |
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| U Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Single Wishlist Date: 5 mai 1998 Thought it was easy to fall in love but you, you, you. You're different this much I know yeah, you, you, you. It might be your guile. It could be your mind. It might be the way you take your time. Oh, you, you, you. You, it's you. It's you, you, you. Oh, you. It's you. It's you, you, you. I never know how much to say with you, you, you. I like to go deep but is it safe with you, you, you. It might be your needs. It could be your eyes. It might be the way you sympathize. Oh, you, you, you. You. It's you. It's you, you, you. Oh, you. It's you. It's you you you. You break laws and pay no fines. You get yours and then get mine. I don't think it's easy to stay in love. But you, you, you, you. But you, yes you. It's you, you, you. You. it's you. it's you, you, you. Ah you It's you. (x3) Ah you, you, you, yes you. With you, you, you, you ah. |
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| Leaving Here Ecrit par: High Numbers Reprise sur l'album: Home Alive - The Art Of Self Defense Date: 20 février 1996 Hey, fellas, have you heard the news? oh yeah... The women of this town are being misused...oh yeah... I've seen it all in my dreams last night...oh yeah... Girls leaving this town 'cause we don't treat 'em right, yeah...oh yeah... Well, i'll take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane... They're getting tired...getting tired... They're sick and tired...sick and tired... All you fellas better change your ways...oh yeah... They're leaving this town in a matter of days...oh yeah... Girls are good, you better treat 'em true...oh yeah... Seen fellas run around with someone new...oh yeah... I'm getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... They're leaving here...leaving here... Are leaving here...leaving here... Are leaving here...yeah, yeah... Leaving here...been a while... Oh yeah... The love of a woman is a wonderful thing...oh yeah... The way that we treat 'em is a trying shame...oh yeah... I'll tell you fellas, yeah, it won't be long...oh yeah... Before these women, they all have gone...oh yeah... They're getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... Yeah, take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane... They're leaving here...yeah, yeah, yeah... Leaving here... Leaving, leaving...oh, leaving here, now... Baby, baby, baby...please don't leave here...oh... |
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| Rockin' In The Free World Ecrit par: Neil Young There are colors on the street Red, white and blue People shufflin' their feet People sleepin' in their shoes But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them So I try to forget it, any way I can. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world I see a woman in the night With a baby in her hand Under an old street light Near a garbage can Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit She hates her life, and what she's done to it There's one more kid that will never go to school Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world We got a thousand points of light For the homeless man We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand We got department stores and toilet paper Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world |
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| 01 - PRESENT TENSE | 01 - STATE OF LOVE & TRUST | ||||||
| 02 - DO THE EVOLUTION | 02 - PORCH | Résumé en français | |||||
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| 03 - INSIGNIFICANCE | 04 - GONE | ||||||
| 04 - GIVEN TO FLY | 05 - BEE GIRL | ||||||
| 05 - DISSIDENT | 06 - HARVEST MOON | ||||||
| 06 - EVEN FLOW | 07 - NOTHINGMAN |  |
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| 07 - LEATHERMAN | 08 - ONCE | ||||||
| 08 - IMMORTALITY | 09 - ALIVE | ||||||
| 09 - LUKIN | 10 - ENCORE BREAK | ||||||
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| 10 - WISHLIST | 12 - GLORIFIED G | ||||||
| 11 - DON'T GIMME NO LIP | 13 - U | ||||||
| 12 - BREATH | 14 - LEAVING HERE | ||||||
| 15 - ROCKIN' IN THE FREE W. | |||||||
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