Lyrics:
Juventude S A

* - first demo as a six piece, in Culver City, 1981, by some hippie at some shitty 8 track studio (enjoy!) ** - "What Price Happiness" 7" session recorded

(Getting to know you well) I think we might be okay Chewing on ice cream cones Seeing the sun shine down to you Out in a rowing boat Seeing the seagull

There's a way to say what you say There's a way to say what you say There's a way to recognize All the pride that wraps around for my disguise There's a

bleed... silent are tombs of our youth as we lay here exhausted with pictures of long lost friends embraced by cold loneliness I yearn for a breath in

Translation: Youth Brigade. All Song From The Original Version Of.

son pli Dans ma jeunesse Il y a une priere Une prouesse A dire ou a faire Une promesse Un genre de mystere Dans ma jeunesse Il y a une fleur Que j'ai

Getting to know you well) I think we might be okay Chewing on ice cream cones Seeing the sun shine down to you Out in a rowing boat Seeing the seagull

a freezing And sticking like a snow Lingering suspicions Screaming in my head Lies all mixed up with omissions Aw welcome home again It's too late for

repeating itself once again i'm questioning if i even give a shit pull out the pen, put it on paper but my voice is wearing and it's weak a petty breath