1. |
Little Stone Waltz
03:14
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Little Stone Waltz
Well she got married with the moon
With the moon with the moon
For whom she left her jewish
Loverboy loverboy loverboy
She told me he was nice and all
I wouldn't know if he exists at all
I don't know what to make of her
If not a song x2
Well she wants a fancy statuette
Statuette statuette
Of mother Mary and her son
And her son and her son
She'd dress her in a coat of fur
She'd touch herself in front of her
I don't know what to make of her
If not a song x2
And so she told me 'bout her fantasies
Fantasies fantasies
She ran out of amphetamines
Phetamines phetamines
She made me spit my bubble gum
She made me drink a pool of rum
I don't know what to make of her
If not a song x2
And now she's living in a court of law
Court of law court of law
She swung her gavel through my head
Through my head through my head
She hung me to a discoball
She dragged my body 'round the hall
I don't know what to make me of her
If not a song x2
I doubt that I will ever prove
Her to be wrong
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2. |
Joan of Arc
03:24
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Joan of Arc
Like a bonfire
Like a hot summer day
Like a race car
Like a warm pot of clay
Like a dying star
Baby you're as hot as Joan of Arc
Like a gunfire
Like a tropical rain
Like boiling tar
Like a roaring train
Like a crowded bar
Baby you're as hot as Joan of Arc
Like a fresh scar
Like a clog in my brain
Like a tank war
Like a sticky love stain
Like a black choir
Baby you're as hot as Joan of Arc
Like a rock star
Like coffee down the drain
Like a white metal bar
Like a life of pain
Like the end of a cigar
Baby you're as hot as Joan of Arc
And when you dance
Yeah when you dance my love
And when you glance
Over your shoulder love
I will cry out
And bend out
Of shape
On the floor
Of your room
And I'll howl
At the moon
For a little
Bit more
‘Cause baby you’re as hot as Joan of Arc
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3. |
Orange
02:56
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Orange
Short hair, old picture
A baby girl on her shoulders
Old house on a mountain
And daddy's hands in a fountain
Short hair, old picture
Behind you can see the harbor
Old house by the river
And daddy's legs in the water
And she wears orange
The color suits her
And she wears orange x2
Short hair, old picture
A pickaxe, a sledgehammer
New house by the lake
A taste of dust in the plate
Refrain
And I hear screaming
Down the stairs
She's crying somewhere x2
Same house, new pictures
She let her hair grow longer
She got out, tried new tones
They didn't match her complexion
Same house, new color
It makes her eye look brighter
High heels, leather jacket
Her hair falling on her waist
And she wears purple
With a cloud of white
And she wears purple x2
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4. |
Zolan
04:00
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Zolan
Well she'll walk on landmines
Rather than eggshells
She knows what she wants
Even if she won’t tell
She laughs at phony poets who
Lecture her about pain
She'll take no for an answer
But you'll never see her again
With her hair that moves
Even when she sleeps
And her fine cotton shirts
And her bedroom filth
She'll knock you out in a second
And help you up in ten
She'll take no for an answer
But you'll never see her again
There’s a child that wakes her
Up on the phone
Crying every night,
With no direction home
She forgives him in the morning
Till he becomes a man
She'll take no for an answer
But you'll never see her again
Well she'll walk on landmines
Rather than eggshells
She knows what she wants
Even if she won’t tell
She laughs at phony poets who
Lecture her about pain
She'll take no for an answer
But you'll never see her again
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5. |
Changer d'Air
02:52
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Changer d’air
Un cheveu blanc sur un savon rose
Regarde les enfants passer
C’est un peu dans l’ordre des choses
On se lave les mains avant de manger
Le petit blond toque à la porte
Il dit qu’il a peur de la mort
Du vide des ombres et des cloportes
A vingt ans il y pense encore
Elle a peur de perdre la tête
Elle voit plus grand chose d’autre à faire
Il n’y a plus que les autres que ça embête
Qu’elle veuille changer d’air
Le bord du Rhone fout le camp
Sur un papier vélin fragile
Entre quatre baguettes d’argent
Dans des couleur ternes et tranquilles
Un archet danse sur un pied
D’un bout à l’autre du chevalet
Quelques crins sont déjà tombés
Et ne remonteront jamais
Refrain
Mais elle sera dans nos tartines
Et elle sera dans nos gamins
Elle sera dans nos comptines
Et dans nos oeufs du matin
Elle sera dans nos amours
Et elle sera dans nos chagrins
Et quand ça sera notre tour
Il n’en restera plus rien
Refrain
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Kids, Don't Try This at Home
On pourrait méprendre le brassard
On pourrait confondre le deuil
On pourrait le voir que plus tard
On pourrait le voir à l’oeil
Nu dans un métro bondé
Au beau milieu des odeurs
Trente six après midi gâchés
Cent soixante nuits sans douceur
Ladies and gentlemen this has
Been done by trained professionals
Kids don’t try this at home
On pouvait distinguer l’horreur
On pouvait sentir l’orgueil
On pouvait le voir en couleur
On pouvait le voir à l’oeil
Nu dans un piège à loup rouillé
Plombé d’un ego morbide
L’hémisphère droit va exploser
Mais tout le reste est un peu vide
On aurait pu se dire nos doutes
On aurait avoué nos peurs
Mais t’es restée sur la route
Et je suis parti comme un voleur
Refrain
On a pu laver mon honneur
On a pu gommer des bouts
On a pu laver la sueur
On a pu lever le genou
Nu agrippé au téléphone
Chantant la fin d’une berceuse
La bête en froid sans plus personne
Tire un fuck à la faucheuse
Refrain
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7. |
Des Taches
03:00
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Des Taches
On se réjouis de se voir
On pleure un peu en attendant
On se voyait seuls tôt ou tard
On s'aime un peu en attendant
On savait pas ce qui serait le pire
On en riait en attendant
On savait plus trop quoi se dire
On s'embrassait en attendant
On se balade dans nos souvenirs
On emmerde le moment présent
On a pleins de moments à venir
On sera juste plus comme avant
Mais continue de rire un moment
Promène-toi toute nue dans mes rêves
Explose en larmes et pendant ce temps
Je garde le sourire même si j'en crève
Je fais gaffe de pas voir ou je marche
J'écris aussi vrai que possible
C'est quand on s'aime qu'on fait de taches
C'est mon plumard qui en est la cible
Tu vas mettre quelqu'un dans ta vie
Ton lit sera vide en attendant
Je vais faire ce dont j'ai envie
Ma vie sera vide de temps en temps
On est débordants d'eau salée
Et on en fout un peu partout
Elles font des perles au bout des nez
Mon nez que j'enfouis dans ton cou
Alors je repense à ces moments
Ou on voyait pas passer l'heure
Crachant dans le vent, tachant le temps
Qui nous restait avant qu'on ne meure
Mais garde le sourire un moment
Promène-toi toute nue dans la vie
Explose de rire et pendant ce temps
Je vais pleurer sans faire de bruit
Je fais gaffe de pas voir où je marche
J'écrit vraiment comme un crétin
On va se calmer sur les taches
Ca ira mieux demain matin
Ca fait des taches x8
Mais garde le sourire un moment
Promène-toi toute nue dans la vent
Explose de rire et pendant ce temps
Je vais pleurer juste un moment
Je fais gaffe de pas voir où je marche
J'écrit vraiment comme un crétin
On va se calmer sur les taches
Ca ira mieux demain matin
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8. |
New Orleans
03:24
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New Orleans
Someone shook the earth
The streets don’t smell the same
I’d walk a hundred miles inland
Just to wash in the rain
Your voice is just as loud
But the key’s not the same
We can’t find your lyrics
We stammer in vain
Cause you never woke up
From a bad dream
And now you’re heading back out
To New Orleans
Your guitar in a box
And your face in a frame
Some would have buried your sooner
Just to know you the same
We were drinking all night
Playing games with your name
The bartender was jealous
Of all you overcame
But you never woke up
From our bad dream
And now you’re heading back out
To New Orleans
Matilda told the sailors
What he saw in the river bed
So they docked their boat
And spent the night on shore instead
I’ve run two thousand miles
And I’ve seen lots of rain
I was to busy to stop
I watched others pay the pain
For you never woke up
From her bad dream
But now you’re headed back out
To New Orleans x4
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9. |
Salt Water
02:26
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Salt Water
Salt water you see
In my eyes sometimes
Comes from the sea
That sets astride
What I long to be
And what keeps me tied
My land of plenty
My times of sorrow
My homeland of empty
My hopes of hollow
What belongs to me
I had to borrow
Salt water you see
In my eyes sometimes
Comes from the sea
That sets astride
What I long to be
And what keeps me tied
May my love be wider
Than just any ocean
May my heart be stronger
Then the notion
Of a border
Of a nation
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10. |
Bitch
03:36
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Bitch
You’re on your own, bitch
You’re on your own x3
You’ve had your chance, bitch
You’ve had your chance x3
You closed the door, bitch
You closed the door x3
You cried in vain, bitch
You cried in vain x3
You saw the light, bitch
You saw the light x3
Live long and well, bitch
Live long and well x3
You’re on your own, bitch
You’re on your own x3
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Albert Chinet Lausanne, Switzerland
Albert Chinet voudrait être orthodontiste, mais sa famille ne le lâche pas avec cette histoire de
musique.
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Albert Chinet wants to be an orthodontist, but his family won't get off his back with that music stuff.
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