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La Paix Ou Le Sable

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releases April 12, 2019

Recorded and mixed by Mathieu Zuzek at La Garçonnière in September 2018.
Mastered by Sébastien Bedrunes at Empty Fields Room.
Pictures by Anne Vergès.
Artwork by Freddy Coste.
Arabic calligraphy by Abdellatif El Yagoubi.

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Nightwatchers Toulouse, France

Freddy: drums
David: bass/vocals
Kevin: guitar/vocals
Julien: guitar/vocals

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Track Name: La Paix
Instrumental
Track Name: Fête Nationale
Sometimes you misjudge us by our reputation, but it's not the bottom of our heart.
We go to the mountains, we enter your villages, we take prisoners, we burn.
But we want it to end, so we can cooperate. You've got to assimilate. You've got to assimilate.
Secure and restore the order. Secure and restore the order.
Sometimes you misjudge us by our reputation, but it's not the bottom of our heart.
We go to the mountains, we enter your villages, we take prisoners, we burn.
But we want it to end, so we can cooperate. You've got to assimilate. You've got to assimilate.
It's a shame we had to rape your wife and torture your children. It really tore us apart.
Track Name: No End In Sight
Spending hours lying behind three tufts of alfa to hear whistling bullets
Counting the impacts around in the wet earth shakes the nerves and the strongest convictions.
Fatigue and fear, cold and hunger. Fatigue and fear.
When the Vampires dive at 900 per hour, let the flares of the rockets rush out and make murderous sheaves on the enemy's side.
You want to finish it, that they all die.

Fatigue and fear, cold and hunger. Fatigue and fear.
Spending hours lying behind three tufts of alfa to hear whistling bullets
Counting the impacts around in the wet earth shakes the nerves and the strongest convictions.
How curious to wish the death of the men across the way.
Track Name: Visiting Cholon
”Filthy Viet, he screamed like an animal when I cut off his head". Grinding out a cigarette, my hand found a round and white mass. Human trophy skull.
”I scraped the leftovers with my knife. I scraped the leftovers, pass me your lighter. What a mess, to remove all the flesh. What a mess”.
Disembodied. Disembodied. Disembodied.
”Filthy Viet, he screamed like an animal when I cut off his head". Grinding out a cigarette, my hand found a round and white mass. Human trophy skull.
”I scraped the leftovers with my knife. I scraped the leftovers, pass me your lighter".
Visiting Cholon? Don't miss the whorehouse.
Track Name: Kid's Screams Turn Me On
A thread on a testicle, the other one in the ear. A thread on your wrist, the other one in the ear.
Electricity. Turns me on. Electricity.
At first, I thought: ”Screaming jackals”. But it was just the kid they tortured.

A thread on a testicle, the other one in the ear. Electricity!
At first, I thought: ”Screaming jackals”. But it was just the kid they tortured.

France is slowly going down to the path of communism.
Track Name: Butcher's Parade
Pulling out his kitchen knife he sharpened for a long time in the eyes of the condemned.
The execution is clumsy and slow, butcher the neck and avoid the death.
”They die as they lived”. A Mas 36 bullet in the head.
At point-blank range, smashing the face, turning it 'to a filthy thing, just in case.
We could not look away of that fascinating show. Assassins swaggering, made their pleasure last.
"They die as they lived". A Mas 36 bullet in the head.
At point-blank range, smashing the face, turning it 'to a filthy thing, just in case.
We could not look away of that fascinating show. Assassins swaggering, made their pleasure last.
Exacerbated will of domination, the appalled refusal of change.
Track Name: UPCist To The Bone
Loyalist troops gone drunk on palm wine. They're in a hunt of extreme violence.
They slaughter everyone, cutting breasts, disemboweling women. More specifically : pregnant women.

Plane pilot flying over, making sure no one could escape.

And he did quite a good job.
Kamerun is ultraviolent. We heart ultraviolence. The Empire is ultraviolent.

And then the radio said: ”North East: Fugitives”.
And then the radio said:
Loyalist troops gone drunk on palm wine. They're in a hunt of extreme violence.
They slaughter everyone, cutting breasts, disemboweling women. More specifically : pregnant women.
Two bursts of machine gun: A Jeep comes, the job is done.
Kamerun is ultraviolent. We heart ultraviolence. The Empire is ultraviolent.
In the valley of the Nun, the river is white, with the bones of the dead.
Track Name: Le Sable
Instrumental
Track Name: Shooting Range
Sweet little girl, a white dress came out of the bush, running scared towards her village.
Some men, fired at will, but she kept on running.
The captain then turned to the sniper: "10$ you can't shoot it down”.
Shoot it! Shoot it!
He fired. The white stain stopped. She rolled down the hill.

Sweet little girl, a white dress came out of the bush, running scared towards her village.
Some men, fired at will, but she kept on running.
He fired. The white stain stopped. She rolled down the hill.
I saw this guy a few days later, some say he's gone crazy.
At war, you always lose something, sometimes you lose your own self.
Track Name: Tit-For-Tat
In a war like this, no sentimentality. ”Are these processes worthy of a civilized nation”
Come on boys, show me what you got.
The torture they inflict on our people is 20 times more cruel. Tit for tat!
Dead bodies on butcher's hooks : Napalm illuminates. ”Burnt stains where nothing burns, or even nothing smokes”.
In Hanoi, December 46, cut up french children. In Hanoi, December 46, split in two women. In Hanoi, December 46, burned alive old men.
Dead bodies on butcher's hooks : Napalm illuminates. ”Burnt stains where nothing burns, or even nothing smokes”. From January 51 to May 54. ”Everything is kindled, licked by a tongue of fire”.
In the end: Dynamo isn't that much
In Hanoi, December 46, cut up french children. In Hanoi, December 46, split in two women. In Hanoi, December 46, burned alive old men.
Track Name: On A Mission
Classify, the ethnicities, prioritize.
”Civilization" might requires a lot of sacrifices.
Classify, on a mission. Prioritize, on a mission.
Should not the "natives" heal themselves of their natural savagery?
Can't they heal themselves of their natural savagery?
On a mission. We're on a mission.
Fight against sleeping sickness is the greatest of the French completions.

On a mission. We're on a mission.
Africans are eternal children who must be protected against their own vices.
Independence must be complacent. Until the eradication of the UPC.
On a mission. I'm on a mission. We're on a mission. On a mission.
Track Name: Fellah's Temptation
Foreign agitators have caused bloody troubles in our country.
They have settled in your land, living on your own resources.

They strive to drag your men into a criminal adventure.
The try to turn your men into their suicidal adventure.

Fools, dreaming of a civil war.
Here's your warning: Last chance to join the safe zone
Do not cooperate! Do not resuscitate!
Foreign agitators have caused bloody troubles in your village.
They have settled in your land, living on your own resources.
They strive to drag your men into a criminal adventure.
The try to turn your men into their suicidal adventure.

Fools, dreaming of a civil war.
Innocent; Drop your weapons and you won't be hurt.
Track Name: A Necessary Evil
At first, we thought to rally the population:
No one ever came to give us valuabe information.
We built french primary schools, for their emancipation:
No one ever came to give us valuabe information.
We gave it a try. We gave it a try...
Blessing disguised. Our values are universal.
Facing the failures of pacification, you might notice a slightly change.
In terms of intelligence, our attempts did not pay off.
Subversive war now means counter-revolution.
Blessing disguised. Our values are universal.
All Against International Communism
Clandestine methods must be employed:
A necessary evil. Necessary evil.
Track Name: No Khenchela
Crouched half naked, an Arab who no longer has the appearance of a man.
Face black with dust, curdled blood and bruises. Let to rot in a shithole.

Starving, dying of thirst, that's the way we make them talk. ”No mercy. Get the fuck out!”

I saw his frozen feet; huge red sores, peeled skin, black toes, gangrene wins. Doctors can't do anything.
No ticket to Khenchela. No way out for you Fellah. Eat shit.
Some comrades, start thinking, that there's something evil.
Some comrades, start thinking that there's something wrong.
There's something to be ashamed of being French.

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