Good Luck, Don't Die EP

by My Nine Lives

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released March 27, 2017

Mathieu Galano - Lead vocals / Rythm guitar
Caleb Kylander - Vocals / Lead guitar
Pierre Van Everbroeck - Vocals / Bass
Jean-Baptiste Ortiger - Drums

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Tim Absolon at Studio Là-Bas in November 2016, Morzine, France

All songs written by Mathieu Galano and My Nine Lives © 2016
Lead vocals on “One Million Likes” by Pierre Van Everbroeck

Cover illustration by Jeykill - www.bleunoirtattoo.com - www.instagram.com/jeykill_bleunoir

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My Nine Lives Morzine, France

Punkrock band from Avoriaz, France.

Former members of Tonight We Sing and The Jamborines.

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Track Name: The Slow Death of the Young Lisa H.
Oh Lisa, you look sad but now you know,
The times you had they weren’t that bad
Before your blood ran cold.

Facing the moon, lost in the woods,
It’s now where you’ll always be,
Sleeping for eternity,
Quietly waiting to be found.

Oh Lisa, you’ve been dying all your life,
Running after love,
Believing that love would save you.

You’re laying naked in the mud,
Eyes rolled back and your hands tied up,
And you wonder, did you deserve
To die with no one by your side?

Lisa, what will happen now
That you’re dead and on your own?
That you’re pushing up the daisies,
That you’ve got no one to talk to?
Your jaded soul, your rotten bones,
Are now feeding the earth,
Will someone ever miss you
If they never find you?

Oh Lisa,
You’ve been crying
All your life

Reality came over you
On a cold Saturday night,
You chose the easy option,
Your worst resolution.

He gave you flowers he picked up in the fire,
He promised you a new romance
And you thought love would have a chance.

And he took for a drive
In his girl trap classic car,
A cemetery on four wheels,
Your last destination Lisa.

Lisa, what are you feeling now
That you're cold and all alone?
That you’re wandering aimlessly,
That you’ve got no love to cling to?
Forever doomed here in a maze
Of curse and memories,
Will someone ever sing for you
If they never find you?

Did the flood of blood in your wounded heart overwhelmed the silence?
Did the perception of your weary life change when came the silence?
Will you find peace in the shadows of the trees,
If they’re dancing to the sound of your extinction, Lisa?

They found you naked in the mud,
Eyes rolled back and your hands tied up,
They all wondered, if what they saw,
Was the look of love in your eyes.
Track Name: One Million Likes
I’ve never ever seen such a pile of shit,
All these kids are branded by the music industry.
One million likes, yeah, that’s what they like,
Supporting mediocrity because it’s on TV.
And they learn in school how money makes you cool.

Now tell me, how brainwashed can they be
To pretend music sounds better with a black-tie producer,
To sell their words for the sake of audience,
To say they’re punks because they wear a "Punks Not Dead" t-shirt.
And they learn on stage how to look underage.
They learn on stage how to look underage.

I’m sorry (so sorry, sir) but to me, it’s only bullshit!
They play in front of their million likes,
But the words been changed to rhyme with prime-time,
And the set list is always the same, (You never change the songs)
And the ticket price is rising faster than the talent.

It's courtesy of the man behind the desk,
Asking the crowd for royalties cause they sing your lyrics.
And I guess they’ll willingly pay
If you keep saying you love them between every song.
And they’ll send your flowers, you will fade with them.
They’ll send your flowers and you will fade with them.

Your pedestal is nothing but unsound,
You’d better be careful if you fall.
Your music’s not yours,
And your songs can’t be sung along,
You’d better be careful if you fall.
Oh sincerely, we fuck you all,
Tonight we sing it for free.
Track Name: The Ghost of You and Me
Baby, I don't need you anymore.
I just need to spend some time with my best friends,
I guess we’ll start a band.

I wanna wake up on a stranger’s floor
With a sign hanging on the door saying:
“We’re young and poor, too high to die,
We’ll never collide, we’ll lead the blind”.

Baby, you’re too busy to be free.
You work all day, and think all night,
The valium never made it right.

I don’t wanna share you nightmares,
I just wanna sweat and rage on a stage,
Never ever feel my age.

And the ghost of you and me
Is swallowing the dust of an empty bottle,
I’m done with your obsolete illusions.
And I’ll be gone when the morning comes,
I’ll be on top of the scene,
My fingers will bleed in the pit,
I’ll be singing how I sold my soul.

Baby killed the part of me that cares,
The day you tried to lock me up, you broke me up,
In your sentimental cage.

I’d rather be dying on a stranger’s floor,
Surrounded by the young and poor,
And be the one they’re all singing for.

I don’t wanna share you nightmares,
I just wanna sweat and rage on a stage,
Never ever feel my age.

And the ghost of you and me
Is swallowing the dust of an empty bottle,
I’m done with your obsolete illusions.
And I’ll be gone when the morning comes,
I’ll be on top of the scene,
My fingers will bleed in the pit,
I’ll be singing how I sold my soul.

And I’ll be gone, I’ll be moving on,
Until my fingers break,
My legs are beginning to shake,
Oh, I’m done with your obsolete illusions.

And I’ll be gone, I’ll be moving on,
Until my fingers break,
My legs are beginning to shake,
I’ll be singing how I sold my soul.
Track Name: Rise (Life n°2)
Does anybody out there know where my songs will go when I die?
If I die dear, will the ashes of these chords keep drying with the guilt?
Will the taste of frustration resurface in their sound?

Some say the spirit will remain,
And the notes will sustain if I can tolerate the pain.
That I have to keep on singing even if I suffocate,
That I need to keep on playing when my fingers disappear.

It’s all about leaving something permanent,
Engraved into the concrete,
Stitched on the sweetest skin.
Don’t cry if I die, I’ll be born again,
It’s the second of my nine lives
And I’ll rise, and I’ll rise again.

I’m not afraid about losing, won’t claim no victory,
All my wounds turned into verses, into something I can feel.
I won’t forget the evil hand that taught me to write
With a pen filled with blood and lost love.

And if the anger leaves me
May my words explode before they dissipate,
Like a beacon of rhymes, like an ultimate fight,
The final encore of a one man choir.

It’s all about leaving something permanent,
Engraved into the concrete,
Stitched on the sweetest skin.
Don’t cry if I die, I’ll be born again,
It’s the second of my nine lives
And I’ll rise, and I’ll rise.

It’s all about leaving something permanent,
Engraved into the concrete,
Stitched on the sweetest skin.
Don’t cry if I die, I’ll be born again,
It’s the second of my nine lives
And I’ll rise, and I’ll rise again.
Track Name: Does She Still Care ?
It’s seems like you lost your way and now,
You don’t know where to go.
You’re thinking about this girl you loved,
You wonder if she still cares.

You’re wandering in empty streets expecting
That nobody will know,
That you’re dying for this girl you loved,
You hope that she still cares.

But you deserve to be alone,
She gave you everything she had.
But you took the best and you gave up the fight,
It’s eating you up deep inside and you can’t hide.

Now let me tell you, there’ll be no hope,
No redemption as long as you’ll live like a ghost.
Let your heart speak, once in a while,
Stop being shrouded by your selfish life and let it go.

You’ve never been able to consider
How unique was her smile.
You never really thought that it was worth
To say you loved her.

She’s always been true to you,
She lived everyday for you.
But you soiled her blue eyes with the stains of your pride,
How long will it take before you realize

That you’re making up with clumsy words
And keep hiding behind your songs ?
The bottom of this bottle became your best,
Your very best and only friend.

You threw your chance away
In the meantime, boy, she flew away.
Cause she’s strong and you’re weak,
She redesigned the dream that you killed.

Now let me tell you, there’ll be no hope,
No redemption as long as you’ll live like a ghost.
Let your heart speak, once in a while,
Stop being shrouded by your selfish life and let it go.