1. |
Eboueurs
03:02
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Lyrics / English Translation
Garbage truck, Early morning
Out of luck
Beat the alarm again
You're asleep, I'll let you sleep
You need your rest
What's below me?
Who lives there?
Who knows?
An Indian Market...
Sacks of rice
Gray smoke
And the nothing of dark
There was a time
When he loved me so much
Now we have nothing to say
What time is it?
What's the day?
He turns
On a bed of nails
I get up
I'm leaving him
I'm turning Hindu
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2. |
Roman
02:20
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Lyrics / English Translation
Familiar with the novel on which the film is based
I play guitar for some women at a party
Returning home I stumble across a news item:
My sister and I are both back in the country.
Taking a convertible to another party
A woman asks me if I want to be with her friend
A daughter of the East, she criticizes my style
In a large dry room there are six kinds of people
Satan's on the carpet, there are six kinds of peope
Everyone applauds
It is not Catholic
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3. |
Etoile
02:23
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Lyrics / English Translation
Now I must keep my head
As she sweeps you into her bed
Her ear, she will lend to you
Your flexible friend, she will bend for you
You are too good to be true
Too good to be true to me
My love lies with another
[Interlude]
Something is as clear as day
Your love is what is dear to me
Like a shooting star
You scintillate even in absence
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4. |
Jeep
01:47
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Lyrics / English Translation
He and I are in a car, a jeep overlooking the sea
We've been going out together for two months
We talk about sex causing conflict between us
His parents are in the front seat
Mine are around my ankles
The animosity is waning when we notice the cop's thigh
All of blue and white
If Elvis were alive would he still be alive
And would he be molesting me?
Every singer is an actress
But every writer is not Molière!
His parents are in the front seat
Mine are around my ankles
The uncertainy decreases
When we notice the policeman's thigh
All of blue and white
Or perhaps it was another thigh
In another car
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5. |
Natation
01:40
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Lyrics / English Translation
Returning home from a swimming vacation
Climbing a hill with my ex-boyfriend
I have lost all ability to be happy
So I just read poetry on a goatskin couch
I'll move on from music to movies
It's a mess in my purse
My ex-boyfriend is beginning to piss me off
He and I go to eat at Chez Maxime
My hairstyle is very very classsy
A girl orders pineapples with whipped cream
Instead of changing tables
We exchange lives
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6. |
Fête
02:16
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Lyrics / English Translation
In the apartment where last night's party was
Last night's party was, Last night's party was
In the apartment where last night's party was
Girls forget something that I can't find
In a parking lot the cars keep backing up
Just keep backing up, just keep backing up
In a parking lot the cars keep backing up
Just keep backing up, into other cars
On the way to the airport there's a song on the radio
Song on the radio, song on the radio
Way to the airport there's a song on the radio
Featuring Claude Debussy
At the buffet bar of of the train station in Bamako
train station in Bamako, train station in Bamako
At the buffet bar of of the train station in Bamako
I cannot find a pen to write back to you
Everyone's life says perfection
Says perfection, Says perfection
Everyone's life says perfection
Eventually this will prove untrue
On the way to the airport there's a song on the radio
Song on the radio, song on the radio
Way to the airport there's a song on the radio
Featuring Claude Debussy
On the way to the airport there's a song on the radio
Song on the radio, song on the radio
Way to the airport there's a song on the radio
Featuring Claude Debussy
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7. |
Incertitude
01:49
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Lyrics / English Translation
Violent storm, Flooded house
An illumination enchanted me
And your kisses
Like whisky on the battle field
I'll miss
It's the end of the affair
Disperse the mirage
We actors exit the stage
The curtain falls
The theater darkens
Some poor sap
Will have to rewrite it all
I give up
I am a charlatan
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8. |
Gars
02:11
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Lyrics / English Translation
Dedicated to the boys
Who will never understand my life
The rain keeps falling
The roof keeps leaking
But that isn't the problem
The problem is my drinking
Dedicated to the boys
Who will never undertsand the rain
The electricity is out
And I heard a strange noise
But that isn't the problem
The problem is my bangs
Thanks a lot for your contribution
But I found a new solution
Uncork a bottle and drink to my health
And you know that it's true
I could be lucky in love
I could be lucky in love
I could be lucky in love
I could be lucky in love with
And you know that it's true
I could be lucky in love
I could be lucky in love with you
Dedicated to the boys...
Dedicated to the boys...
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9. |
Fraise
02:11
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Lyrics / English Translation
My dogs eat better than I do
My family is often strange
I burned all my cash in the fireplace
And my dogs have no more champagne
My sister smells like a flea market
My childhood was like Mardi Gras
It's hard to pay the price for mistakes you didn't make
But a dog doesn't know what I mean,
Yes Ma'am!
A dog doesn't know what I mean.
[Interlude]
I feel we could get drunk and nothing would happen
And we would remain platonic
But a dog knows nothing about Plato
And I don't know an asshole from a friend
That's right!
I don't know an asshole from a friend
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10. |
Bois
02:15
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11. |
Funérailles
02:12
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Lyrics / English Translation:
Of course, Late for your funeral
The inevitable coffin
Incense and pipe organ
And me
Not kneeling
Beneath the painted glass
[Interlude]
The limousine conversation
Red flowers, gravediggers
Leaning on their spades
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12. |
Réveille
03:49
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Lyrics / English Translation
When I awoke
I cried to dream again
I was demented
It was a fleeting day
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13. |
Paname
02:50
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Lyrics / English Translation
I live, I smoke, I believe
I do the things you read
I feel, I breathe, I quit
I burn like an umbrella
In my box above the city
I feel like an old gargoyle
But I am not made of stone
Sometimes I forget that
Paris the whore
Paris the rabbit
Liberty, Egality, Puberty
My foolish friend
You believe nothing I say
But I'm telling you the truth
For me that's often complicated
Paris the whore
Paris this morning
Liberty, Legality, Puberty and
Insecurity, Fragility, Duplicity,
Mortality
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