SCARY CAROL (by N.Miranda + A.Menuteau) Well I was walking through the green, green grass just minding my own affairs When I came across a bright green ever-hungry polar bear He took me by my empty hand and took me with his stare And then we started dancing in the howling midnight air WE KEEP ON PUSHING WE KEEP ON RUSHING OOOH OUT OF THE DARKNESS OUT OF THE MADNESS OOOH He drove me to a city bright with shiny city lights And I was blinded by the gleam and all them promised heights Each window danced before me like sweet girls in underwear There was nothing I could do, I'd walked into his lair He pointed out some shiny boots he knew would fit me fine And I could barely keep myself from screaming, "how sublime!" High heeled, black, up to my knees just how I like 'em yeah He knew just what'd get me, he knew just what I'd wear WE KEEP ON PUSHING WE KEEP ON RUSHING OOOH OUT OF THE DARKNESS OUT OF THE MADNESS OOOH WHOOPS SHINY LADY And sure enough they fit me fine just like he said they would And I felt like that queen divine just like I knew I would But the price I paid was all I had and all I ever was I lost myself amidst the greed-filled howling midnight fog So next time you meet a bright green ever hungry polar bear Don't dance with him, don't shake his hand, don't meet his hungry stare He'll only lead you way astray and far from who you are So don't get fooled by shiny boots or get in strange bear's cars He bit me hard, he bit me deep, he bit me to the bone Was like I blinked and then somehow I lost my way back home I've paid my price I've paid my dues and now I stand here telling you Don't dance with bright green polar bears they only lead to deep despair WE KEEP ON PUSHING WE KEEP ON RUSHING OOOH OUT OF THE DARKNESS OUT OF THE MADNESS OOOH WHOOPS SHINY LADY

Long Way From Kansas (copyright 2013 N. Miranda) Hiding away from another fine day I got nothing to do or say Sit here mending my heart which plain fell apart after midnight Sorry it seems you got caught in this web but I'm done Tip-toeing around you 'Cause it's tearing you apart and it's turning me bad to be loved by you Instead of breaking my bones you know you'ree breaking my heart With a silence that stings like a viper Though I'm not down on my knees Im begging you pretty please 'cause I'm a long, long way from... Funny the way things they never quite go, the way you think they should Still I keep my head high, do my best to get by, that's the truth I look at the floor as you stare at the walls, things shouldn't be this way Though we both know it's gone, still were trying to hang on, But the love is dead Instead of breaking my bones you know your'e breaking my heart With a silence that stings like a viper Though I'm not down on my knees I'm begging you pretty please 'cause I'm a long long way from Kansas Though there's no whip in your hand, I feel the wound on my back, with a silence that stings so violent Though I'm not down on my knees I'm begging you baby please 'cause I'm a long long way from Kansas Tear me away to a time and a place where we were fine How can it be we got caught in this web, God knows we tried Instead of breaking my bones you know your'e breaking my heart With a silence that stings like a viper Though I'm not down on my knees I'm begging you pretty please 'cause I'm a long long way from Kansas Though theres no whip in your hand, I feel the wound on my back, with a silence that stings so violent Though I'm not down on my knees I'm begging you baby please 'cause I'm a long long way from Kansas

Stumbling (copyright 2011 N.Miranda) Wonder how many days it takes to mend a broken heart? And how many songs I'll write while you just keep me in the dark Here we are now, fade to grey How many tears must I shed before the well is dry? Ears are few and far between and there is no reply Here we are now, I fade to grey And here you are now, stumbling again And all the cigarettes I've burned obliterating you How many prayers until I get a better point of view? Here we are now, they fade to grey Here you are now, stumbling again Would you walk on this road I'm taking for I don't want to walk alone? How many minutes will I waste living in the past? All the things I could’ve, would’ve, should've said, at last Here we are now, they fade to grey How many years will it be until you realise? Open up your eyes and see the love that you denied Here we are now, I fade to grey Here you are now, stumbling again (Chorus) Would you walk on this road I'm taking for I don't want to walk alone? Here we are now We're stumbling again Here we are now We're stumbling again Here we are now We're stumbling again Here we are now We're stumbling again

Pinot Noir And Poetry For Breakfast (copyright 2009 N.Miranda) I drink pinot noir and poetry for my breakfast And I eat little girls in perfect pearls for my breakfast And if the boys don't like it I couldn't care a less for what they say Because Baudelaire and Fred Astaire They was all cooking poetry I don't do toast and jam No toast and jam for my breakfast I don't do eggs and ham No eggs and ham for my breakfast You see because, J'aime les jolies filles Autour de mon lit comme petit dej' Et je bois le pinot noir Et de la poésie comme petit dej' And if the boys don't like it I couldn't care a less for what they say Because Baudelaire and Fred Astaire They was all, oh they was all cooking poetry Oh yeah And if the boys don't like it I couldn't care a less for what they say Because Baudelaire and Fred Astaire They was all, oh they was all cooking poetry

L'Exterminateur (English below the French) Copyright 2011 N. Miranda, N. Tescari J'ai des animaux dans ma petite tête Les petites bêtes, les petites bêtes Tu me demandes quel type, quel type Je sais pas, je regrette, je regrette Peut-être qu'elles sont énormes et laides Peut-être qu'elles sont toutes comme ça La seule chose que je sais c'est la couleur de leurs pattes Elle gratte, elle gratte, elle gratte Peut-être qu'elles sont génériques Peut-être que je suis très sale Peut-être que les bêtes elles sont ecstatiques de me faire du mal Peut-être c'est elles qui écrivent ce texte Peut-être je ne suis plus La seule chose que je sais c'est la couleur de leurs pattes Je vais appeler l'exterminateur Il va savoir comment faire Si il arrive à les tuer Oh peut-être que je penserais Peut-être je penserais tout bas J'ai des animaux dans ma petite tête Les petites bêtes, les petites bêtes Tu me demandes d'où est ce qu'elle vient C'est toi qui me les aies données peut-être Ou alors c'est un mauvais mec ou même l'air du métro La seule chose que je sais c'est la couleur de ma peau Je vais appeler l'exterminateur Il va savoir comment faire Si il arrive à les tuer Oh peut-être que je penserais Peut-être je penserais tout bas Je vais appeler l'exterminateur Il va savoir comment faire Si il arrive à les tuer Oh peut-être que je penserais Peut-être je penserais tout clair THE EXTERMINATER I have insects in my little head These little beasts, these little beasts You ask me which species of insect they are Sadly, I don't know, I regret, Maybe they're enormous and ugly Maybe they're all like this The only thing I know is the colour of their paws And they itch, they itch, they itch Maybe they’re standard insects Maybe i'm very dirty Maybe these beasts get off on the idea of inflicting pain Maybe they’re the ones writing this song Maybe I no longer exist The only thing I know is the colour of their paws I’m going to call the exterminator He will know just what to do And If he manages to kill them Perhaps my thoughts will be Perhaps my thoughts will be more clear I have animals in my little head These little beasts, these little beasts You ask me where I got them from Perhaps it was you who shared them, maybeI? Or maybe from some bad guy or even the subway air The only thing I know is the colour of my skin I’m going to call the exterminator He will know just what to do And If he manages to kill them Perhaps my thoughts will be Perhaps my thoughts will be more clear