Pressure - Joy/Disaster



     
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Pressure Lyrics


You have to learn to pace yourself
Pressure
You're just like everybody else
Pressure
You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure
You used to call me paranoid
Pressure
But even you cannot avoid
Pressure
You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith

And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle
Pressure
All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2
What do you know?
All your life is channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean?
(I'll tell you what it means)
Pressure
Pressure
Don't ask for help
You're all alone
Pressure
You'll have to answer
To your own
Pressure
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are in the ninth
Two men out and three men on
Nowhere to look but inside
Where we all respond to
Pressure
Pressure
All your life is Time Magazine
I read it too
What does it mean?
Pressure
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
One, two, three, four
Pressure

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Joy Disaster starts to report that the 80's are not dead, that there remains of these books something to sustain. But the French trio, experienced, star his roots of this dark Post-Punk, yesterday, the tribalism of Joy Division, today the Interpol more swaying melodies (" Falling Angel" or "Hang Around", sound of the low ones for nets of guitars). This six inaugural titles CD brings back thus on the rug, with freshness, the sources of an inspiration definitely very in fashion these three last years, but of which the fortunes themselves various facts to the taste of the gone out of younger groups than Gang Of Four, less crazy than Killing Joke. Joy Disaster belongs, somewhere, to this revival; but it contains – in contrast to number of other formations of this kind - something precious, like a promise. Even if the combo has not the slice of Joy Division (" Black old Thief", hypnotic anyway) or the heroism of the first Ikon, we are far to think that this cure will maybe coming soon. There is a source to breadth projections, and that the some noisy sound that improves these litanies (the introduction of the final one "Human Robots") can well to sign the return of some demons. There is well here, it is sure, a small flame that does not shake, that nests itself to the hollow one of these acids guitars, of these turns of which despair perspires without falling in the game of excessiveness. Not any higher bid, never: beautiful emotion that the one of a "Senseless Tales" (one of the titles of which the guitars motives do the more reference to the gothic one of first generation, without rejoining his theatrical pose); beautiful urgency also than the one of the rhythmic d' "Artemis" and of these grades of guitars that insist, support there where that does poorly. Writing by Emmanüel for (www.obskure.com) (France)
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