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20 ans ~ 100 chansons : 1986–2006
Disc 1
01. There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
02. Some Candy Talking
03. C’mon Every Beatbox
04. Pump Up the Volume
05. Birthday
06. Just Like Heaven
07. Where Is My Mind?
08. Everyday Is Like Sunday
09. Was There Anything I Could Do?
10. The Mercy Seat
11. Express Yourself
12. I Wanna Be Adored
13. Oh! Brother
14. Dirty Boots
15. There She Goes
16. The Only One I Know
17. Groove Is in the Heart
Disc 2
01. Sheela‐Na‐Gig
02. Loaded
03. Jump Around
04. Glory Box
05. O Paul
06. Tonight We Fly
07. Loser
08. Rock Star
09. Undone (The Sweater Song)
10. Dream Brother
11. Karmacoma – Portishead Experience
12. Common People
13. Le Courage des oiseaux
14. Caught by the Fuzz
15. Wonderwall
16. Born Slippy (Nuxx)
17. Runnin’
18. Frank Sinatra
Disc 3
01. Un jour en France
02. Makes Me Wanna Die
03. Novocaine for the Soul
04. Fade Into You
05. The Fox in the Snow
06. The Child
07. Hunter
08. Firestarter
09. Around the World
10. Karma Police
11. The Drugs Don’t Work
12. A.M. 180
13. Crispy Bacon
14. Fuck Even Flow
15. Do You Wanna Get Heavy?
16. Holes
Disc 4
01. The Rockafeller Skank
02. Prix choc
03. Rendez‐vu
04. Every You Every Me
05. La nuit je mens
06. Metaphysical (A Good Day)
07. Hey Boy Hey Girl
08. Caught Out There
09. Instant Street
10. Dirge
11. Flat Beat
12. Je vous emmerde
13. Since I Left You
14. Beau Mot Plage
15. Playground Love
Disc 5
01. Too Young
02. The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
03. Love on the Dole
04. La Baie
05. Silent Sigh
06. Baby Doll
07. Dom
08. Dy‐na‐mi‐tee
09. It’s Too Late
10. De pauvres riches
11. I Don’t Blame You
12. Elle m’a dit
13. Hey Ya!
14. Black and White Eyes
15. Brest
16. Ambulance
17. Ladyflash
Disc 6
01. Music When the Lights Go Out
02. Rebellion (Lies)
03. Take Me Out (Daft Punk remix)
04. I Luv U
05. Le Baiser Modiano
06. Beaux Dimanches
07. Terrible Angels
08. 1000 Bruits
09. Losing My Edge
10. 22 Grand Job
11. John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
12. Banquet
13. Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)
14. The Good Ones
15. Hope There’s Someone
16. Hey Mama Wolf
17. Fake Tales of San Francisco (live)
She said meet me at the gates at 8
Leave now don't be late
She said one day she'd walk away cos I'm always late
Thought things were ok
Didnt care though anyway
Say sorry babe, I had to meet a mate, tempting fate
We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did too
It's now 7: 50 getting ready better be nifty
Do my hair quickly, step out it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money, I got two Henry's and a dealer to pay
Call up on geezers to rid these green trees of my reeking jeans
Got a you think I care outglaring geezers stares
I'm here and I'm there
Couldn't see past the end of my beer
What was getting near, all the silence after the cheers

I didn't know it was over
Till it was too late, too ate
But if I ever needed you
Would you be there?

She said meet me at the gates
Don't be late, but pretty soon the day came for change
And I was glad she never walked away
So Im choosing what to wear, doing my hair with an hour to spare
When my life went pear, she'd been there with a thick stare
Big wheel climed to the top, geezer scares bounced off
Standing at the top of this huge mountain, smiling and shouting
Spring flowers sprouting, not one inch of doubt in my mind as I reached the gates
Came round the corner at a rate
Risked her love but Im gonna set things straight
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late

I didn't know it was over
Till it was too late, too ate
But if I ever needed you
Would you be there?

I said meet me at the gates
Leave now don't be late
I waited for a while listening to her voicemail, mind set sail
Then the facts turned me pale, wind rain and hail
My fears unveiled, for my fair female
She'd walked away, too little too late
I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face
Spirit falls from grace
I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase
Sat down I got a fat frown
Weaping and drowning my senses
For this love game's expensive
I walk in a trance
Gort a wounded soldier stance
The everyday geezers stares throw me off balance
Now nothing holds significance
And nothing holds relavance
'Cause the only thing I can see is her elagance