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"Too Young​.​.​. So Old" - Album 2013

by The Traders

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1.
Drive East 02:17
Trees painted in white. I've seen empty bottles speak. Borders are so much easier when you sleep. The pavement is broken. This is how I met a million faces and saw non-sense in the most common places. A place where my comfort ends. A hundred of one night friends. Ruined walls and economy have brought warm hearts and homes and dignity. Something's not what is supposed to be. Давай. Водка. Пиздец. Ебашь. They gave all they have to give. I feel ashamed for where I live in. Ruined walls and economy have brought warm hearts and homes and dignity. Something's not what is supposed to be. Virgin forests and empty cities bring warm hearts and homes and dignity. Something's not what is supposed to be. Давай. Водка. Пиздец. Ебашь. Привет. Ебашь.
2.
Two Sloths 02:23
Bring me god, bring me Santa. They should fight in the next war. I think I just saw an angel passing over the third world wondering: “holy fuck, what are those two fatsos doing? Have they both really forgotten what they're paid for, what they meant and what they swore? " He's really shocked, really disappointed. He sees stupidity's rising obviously in the rich world. "God and Santa are two sloths and traitors." The angel will bring them to court he says: "Where are the values, the courage, the damn common sense? You people don't stand a chance!" We must have lost something quite important on our way. Maybe hope, maybe we've sold our turn. Maybe god and Santa get tired of us. Maybe they're dead after all. Stay hidden in your clouds, in the North Pole. The angel's cold but he's trying to get the humanity thinking about a good way to solve this. The angel's fucked but he's listening to us, little shitbags, too occupied to whine and fight over some crumbs. He says "how can you be so dumb? Bring me god bring me Santa I think I'm going to join them now."
3.
Don’t be surprised it didn't take so long. You see double every day and like a sleep walker you talk, break shit until you fall. But this time you've been very far; costumes and fights at the bar. It's only now you start to realize the clock says it's only nearly five. Don't be surprised it didn't take so long. You see double every day. You're loosing it so calm down. You're dancing around losing what counts for you. I've seen you cry every time. Now you need to slow down like two bottles a day. Even the friends that you just made can't get a boring word you say. Be serious, coward. Take your last chance right now.
4.
Strong, but so weak all alone. So pathetic. Never tasted one time the unknown. Leather shoes prick being sadistic with the ones that helped you reach the so called target : at last being a serious selfish cunt. Go seriously fuck yourself. As your self esteem grows, you keep your enemies way too close. A false idea of how it works in a world ruled by porks. One second hand citizen, denying mistakes you've just done. Give one little care to my endless true rancor. I'll laugh on the grave of what you stand for, what you live for. Half convicted on your own and above all half executioner on a throne. Self-convicted contentment. Fake blind and deaf. Your own disgust is everything you won.
5.
One more walk down south for a chance to escape these kraft paper avenues. Leave this gloomy shithole, this concrete cell I’ve always knew. Head up, I explore on my way to the liquor store. Running. So bored. Escape is the only choice. The grass is always greener when you look on the other side. It’s not that I want to betray but forgive me if I try. I’ve seen clear, now I can see through your lies. You stinky heavy city should see yourself through my eyes. I desert. I’m out of here looking for another sight. This time I quit for good I’m almost sure. I can’t take it anymore. Destroy this dark place has always been in the back of my head. Looking for a Brittany without rain, just by the sea. Too cold. Too grey. Here I’m hammered every day. White sand. Castles. I’ll find my Lilia my own way. I’m so out of here. I’m driving east once more. Let’s forget about the liquor store. I’ve got my determination on my side. No place’s too high to reach. I’ll find my dear beloved Brittany, so calm, so quiet by the sea.
6.
Give me once more a little spare time so I can buy a second spare heart. We would laugh at the face of others who can overcome all of this. We would smile thinking about better moments to come. Our own pain doesn't matter. Our lost hope has to be complete. Hidden under my bed. Down to your feet. Give us more faith in humanity. Please defend my immorality. Tired of walking against the wind, we would laugh at the troubles we are in. We’ll fight our last fight like we can win. Hold my hand and keep laughing. We would live safe a short time, then our story will fall apart. Give me a little more spare time so I can buy a spare heart. But if you love me let me in, don't pull us back to the start. We would fight back and deny what is in front of our eyes. We would break this damn silence and you could stay on my side. We would live safe a short time then our story will fall apart. Give me a little more spare time so I can buy a spare heart. And if you love me let me in, don't pull us back to the start.
7.
Cicatrices 02:31
It's growing inside, dictates my actions from now on. It takes a large space in my life as my moves get harder and limited. Using fears from a hidden place, any means to get me on my knees. Under my blanket I'm attacked by memories I thought were way deeper. You know how it's like to struggle all alone. Your body shakes and you're hurt to the bones. You can't fight it, just wait ‘til it's bored and finally take a deep breath, rest and put things in perspective. Coin flipping knowing I won't get the chosen side. Afraid. Exhausted. We laugh, we drink as I now try to hide I just want to fall. It seems I am haunted. You feed the beast that bites your hand. A circle of irrational violence that takes you whenever it wants, so fucking hard to take. My loved ones start to get tired of complaints and long silences. Useless pills and breath exercises like wide open cicatrices. You know how it's like to struggle all alone. Your body shakes and you're hurt to the bones. You can't fight it, just wait till it's bored and finally ...nothing.
8.
"Write the best sad song that comes straight from your heart. Fill it with sorrow, things falling apart. Just a deep great song, a proper piece of art. Make the ladies cry and scream every word you say." they said. "It’s not that hard if you really mean it." It's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I’m running out of time. Here’s your bad ass song, it doesn't come from my heart but I swear I did try really hard. Can't feel anything when you're always out of time. No best sad song, not even a little part. The only idea was bad from the start. My own pain does not matter.
9.
L'Espiegle 03:11
There’s this place hidden in the diseased capital. For some a one night home until the morning sun. Owned by the head of a weird and young mafia, the walls are made of records and obscure art, voodoo dolls, ten years old posters, one thousand stories. Warm smile for a little rest before we fall. It feels even better than home. Last beers are served by the bedside. Helene asks for one more for the third time. It's not the Paris we've known. It kind of feels like home. There’s this particular book we like to read. Pretty hard when you’re drunk. The stories never end. It's filled with paintings and out of time fairy tales. The stopping points, the title doesn’t make any sense. Extinct words and stupid morals acted with accents. The little hero has a weird little name, speaks with animals. German literature and Jägermeister make us laugh like stupid kids. Impossible to get the point. Words won't come out, as we try to read the full sentence at loud. Turn off the light and bring a few candles to emphasize the scene. Maybe get on the phone a far away friend so he could listen to our theatre and great acting performance. Giggling, good night friends, thanks for the stories.
10.
Jeannot 03:29
For the old man I knew, here is one that goes to you. I’m constantly out of smokes. There you went like a few lay to rest, take care of you. The noise you've been making wasn't made to last, but the inspiring words will never die. And the walls you've been building were way too high. For the time we spend to laugh at loud, sharing your bottles of cheap red wine I'll never thank you enough. You left without a warning without a sign. I wish I could wave you goodbye like you did a million times. Now that you're away I won’t be learning how to take care of my own flowers. Now that you're away I won’t be spending time fixing stuffs but my heart. I was glad to see through swear words, faded tattoos and I’m definitely out of jokes. It felt good and warm to have someone to look up to.
11.
Give me an empty case and I will fill it. Give me your broken tool and I will sell it. I want your trust and your money. Give me your problem and I’ll fix it. Give me one more chance to never explain it. I'm no black no white I’m grey to summarize. I make a living out your dear conflicts. Comply. It takes some comprehension, no need to deny. No need to negotiate, I give you all the right cards to bet on your certain decline. Give me your thoughts, your clearest mind. There's no peace that you can find, only what you leave behind. Give me. Fill me, use me, pay me. There's no peace that you can find. I wrote your story but I burnt it, it's alright. I didn't like what I read between the lines. Tell me how it ends I will change it next time. Give me a white page and I will fill it with your rage. Give me a medium. Give me all you've got to give, I'll fucking destroy it. I'll give you my secret key so you can survive. I'll save you from yourself between the lies. There's no peace that you can find.
12.
I'm tired of waking up devastated. My back hurts. My hands shake. Exhausted, I've been dreaming about sitting down. I'm afraid when I take the bus. There's no one I can trust. I have my own slippers and shit. Too young, so old. How the fuck did I catch that cold. So young, too old. I can't even remember where I was going. Too young, so old. Booze, you owe me a better liver. So old I won't survive a longer winter. My body feels like it's fucking seventy years old. I can't walk straight, I’m all twisted. Loneliness is my true best friend. I've been dreaming about sitting down. I miss my home each time that I’m walking out for a brief sightseeing... too bad when I’m on tour. I speak to myself as I drive around. I'm not even thirty I’m going down. Rheumatism, sciatica, I get upset about the weather. No conversation, dissatisfaction. Twenty five, I’m only twenty five. Hemorrhoids, awake at 6 A.M for medication and therapy. Screw you all you meaningless efforts. Twenty five I’m only twenty five.
13.
Wait 'til II 03:15
Puke and milk at three in the morning all around, the walls and where I stand. All over my socks. I sweep a tear for my face wondering how did we come to this. Now daddy's seeing red. Here’s the truth left unsaid. Did you ever touch crap mixed with piss with your own hands? I'll wait until you grow Just a little more. No one never see it coming; the ruined nights, the genitals cleaning. But we say to ourselves to not give up on him. It's for the safety of procreating. I'll wait ‘til you learn to be polite, until you speak with a slower flow. All around the place it feels like a huge despair. How did we come to this? I’ll wait until you wake up after 6 A.M for breakfast. I’ll wait until you dress up on your own and cheer me up. Wait until you give me back your mom, my free time, my alcohol. Is there any chance you stop being sick all the time? I’ll wait until you’re twenty-four, you’ll be just fine. Oh come on, you know I’m only kidding. I love you all the same.

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FIRST ALBUM, CD and LP (12" red colored vinyl)
MAY 2013

GUERILLA ASSO (Fr)
SIRKEL PIT MUSIC (Ch)
RISK THE BRANCH (Fr)
DES CISEAUX ET UNE PHOTOCOPIEUSE (Fr)
BIG WHEEL RECORDS (Qc)
ANGRY CHUCK RECORDS (Ru)

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released April 8, 2013

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The Traders Lyon, France

THE TRADERS is a 3 piece band from France, that makes loud rock music.

Think about Motörhead meets with Dead To Me, PUP or None More Black.

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