INJUSTICE / DISASTERS

by POLAIR

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released October 31, 2016

Recorded and mixed by Franck Beucher at Studio 404, mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege Studio.
Artwork by Kevin Coeur-Joly.

Music by Ryan Duval, Gregory Blanchet
Lyrics by Yoann Keraudran
(except tracks II, IV, V, VII & VIII compositors are credited on each tracks)

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POLAIR Orléans, France

5-piece hardcore act from Orleans city, France.

Yoann Keraudran - vocals
Anthony Murillo - guitar
Gabriel Nodet - bass
Gregory Blanchet - drums
Ryan Duval - guitar/vocals
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Track Name: White Song
All is about us
our time, our situation
your scene, your likes
your social network
your virtual friends 's life
False ideas in real world let sink the truth
Everyone is, everyone has
Never resolve your views at risk of being tried like a black sheep
Judge me
come speak about it
you'll refuse the truth
Everyone is, everyone has
Fuck your sad life with all your cubics opinions
Fuck your communautarism
Fuck your fucking weakness in front of the group
have too much shit in your ears to listen to your heart
Come speak about peace, equality with us
come bring your shits about politic, vote and religion
Bring the spoken of justice to talk about racism when you dont know speciecism
This is our white song to wash your patience, provocation to preach your truths
Fuck your fear of words all I fear is money
Track Name: Born Dead
I lived my life behind bars / from my birth till the death of ours
Four dirty square meters / to share with my brothers
In this overcrowding / everything lost it’s meaning.
To avoid my self-harming / they cut nose, ears and teeth.
WHAT AM I TO YOU?
WHAT AM I TO YOU?
A collar around my neck, my days are jail and force fed.
I dream of Aeaea, peace without trauma.
Screams seem to have no ending
The purpose of our lives is a Schönberg’s symphony.
WHAT AM I TO YOU? Just an object
WHAT AM I TO YOU? Just bones and flesh
I’m a living been with feelings
who’s been denyed the right to exist
without other meaning than suffering
In the name of luxuary, my throat will flourish redly
In the name of traditions, I’ll extract my soul on my own
My purpose is to perish, but I am not your Christ
My murder is on your plate, you feed on it
Don’t you see fear in my eyes?
Don’t you hear pain my cries?
We agonize. We agonize and to which aim?
The wind will carry the truth.
Track Name: With Perseverance
TODAY I WONDER IF THIS HASN'T BEEN A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME
ALL THESE SONGS, ALL THESE STAGES
AND ALL THESE THINGS THAT WE SHARED
IN THIS VERY MOMENT
I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOING
WE'RE A YOUNG BAND WITH NOTHING TO PROVE
COME SHARE OUR PASSION WITH US
ALWAYS WITH A DIY SPIRIT
COMING FROM ORLEANS TO HIT THE GROUNDS
STEP BY STEP
SLOWLY BUT SURELY
AND WITH THE SAME FLAG
YOUR TICKET TO MOVE AND SING ALONG WITH US :
WE BRING YOU THIS STORY THAT IS OUR'S
HARD TIMES
TROUBLED MOMENTS WITH NO TOMORROW
NO WORDS UNDER MY PEN BUT I CAN SEE THAT SPARK EVERY FRIDAY EVENING
JUST SWEAT
NO TEARS
JUST MUSIC IN OUR EARS
JUST FRIENDS WHO TRY TO FULFILL THEIR DREAMS
WITH DETERMINATION AND FEW MEANS
WE HOPE THAT SOME DAY WE'LL BE ABLE TO LISTEN PROUDLY TO WHAT WE’VE ACHIEVED
THE BEST REMAINS FOREVER
TONIGHT WE BOTH CAN SAY IT
THIS HASN'T BEEN A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME
IT'S A KIND OF RULE
STATING STRENGTH MEANS RESPECT AND CONFIDENCE
WE GET TO LIVE OUR DREAMS WITH PERSEVERANCE
TRAVEL TO TELL THAT STORY BEYOND
THE LINES ON THE GROUND
I DON'T CARE ABOUT DIFFICULTIES
I JUST SEE THE PATH THAT LEADS TO THOSE STAGES
IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES
WE WANT TO ESCAPE SWALLOW DISTANCES
AND NOW WE FEEL
DEEP IN OUR HEARTS
THIS WARMTH THAT KEEPS US ALIVE
THROUGH OUR PASSION WE LOSE OUR MASKS
TONIGHT WE KNOW THAT
THE COMING DAYS WON'T BE SO DARK
SEASONS HAVE PASSED
TEMPERATURE CHANGED
SLOWLY BUT SURELY AND WITH THE SAME FLAG
YOUR TICKET TO MOVE AND SING ALONG WITH US :
WE BRING YOU THIS STORY THAT IS OUR'S
WE BRING YOU THIS STORY THAT IS OUR'S
Track Name: The Assessment
WHEN DID WE LOSE OUR DREAMS?
WHEN DID WE DROWN IN THE STREAM?
HOW COULD YET I FORGET WHY I WAS SO UPSET?
I NEGLECT MY RESPECT, IN THIS LIFE INFLECTED.
LET’S OBJECT TO THIS MESS AND CHECK WHAT IS WRECKED.
LET’S PROSPECT A SUBJECT, STILL A PERFECT REJECT.
WHAT ABOUT MY JOB? SLAVE TO MY WORK.
I SINK IN THE MOB. NO SIGN OF QUIRK.
MEDIOCRITY. BUT A TV.
IN THE MIRROR WHAT I SEE IS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO BE.
When did we lose our dreams?
When did we drown in the stream?
I gave up the fights. My heart stopped to ignite
As times write lost battles that were rights
There is still the anger at injustice disasters
But the eager defender surrenders face to ogres.
My sword bends to the floor
For an easy job afford
Armor got pierced
By liquor and comfort.
AND NOW MY OLD FRIEND,
WE EXPEND IN SHAM WEEK-END
IS IT TOO LATE TO ATTEND ?
TOO LATE TO AMEND ?
TODAY WE NEED TO REACT
LET’S GET A BRAND NEW START
BREAK FREE FROM THIS JAIL
BREAK THIS SILENT YELL
Track Name: Sara Jihad Paul
At first sight, I didn’t notice.
Your smile always bright, cheerful and quiet.
But at this new light, it’s an obvious fact
Why you never complained about working overnight.
Despite the bruises left that you hide
Never a word about your domestic fights.
I can’t explain how you endured the pain
And never complained about insane reign.
HOW CAN YOU LIFT YOUR HAND UPON HER ? – YOU BASTARD !
HOW CAN SHE BE THE TARGET OF YOUR ANGER ?– YOU COWARD !
BRING YOUR ABUSE AND GET MY ANSWER ? – YOU COWARD !
BROKEN KNEES, WHAT YOU DESERVE ? – YOU BASTARD !
Wake up mate.
It’s never too late.
Get your head straight.
You don’t deserve this hate.
No love in the punches.
No reason for harassment and bruises.
One foot into the grave
You want to be its slave?
He shouldn’t keep you away from your friends.
Frustration is no reason for you to be blamed.
My knuckle won’t end the game.
Violence won’t change your hand.
Only you can stop the pain
Only you can break the chain
Purge the poison in your veins
Purge the poison in your veins