Special thanks go to Erik S. who, not long since, made it possible for me to translate a couple of lyrics from the first three albums into English.

JOURS ETRANGES

  • Jeune et con
  • Sauver cette étoile
  • Jours étranges
  • J'veux m'en aller
  • Hallelujah
  • Crépuscule
  • Soleil 2000
  • Amandine II
  • Rock'n'roll star
  • Montée là-haut
  • Petit prince

GOD BLESSE/KATAGENA

  • J'veux du nucléaire
  • Solution
  • No Place for Us
  • Sexe
  • J'veux qu'on baise sur ma tombe
  • Les Condamnés
  • A ton nom
  • St Petersbourg
  • Massoud
  • Usé
  • Voici la mort
  • Menacés mais libres

DEBBIE

  • Debbie
  • En travers les néons
  • Marie ou Marylin
  • J'hallucine
  • Autour de moi les fous
  • Dans le bleu de l'absinthe
  • Comme une ombre
  • Marta
  • Clandestins
  • Tu y crois

VARSOVIE - L'ALHAMBRA - PARIS

  • Ceux qui sont en laisse
  • Je suis le Christ
  • Que tout est noir
  • Dis-moi qui sont ces gens
  • Je suis perdu
  • Anéanti
  • On meurt de toi
  • Chanson pour mon enterrement
  • Au-delà du brouillard
  • Je cherche encore
  • Les Bars du port
  • A l'Alhambra
  • Quand on perd son amour
  • L'Abattoir
  • On s'endort sur des braises
  • Tango
  • Jeunesse lève-toi
  • S'en aller
  • On a pas la thune
  • Alice
  • Le Cavalier sans tête
  • Putains vous m'aurez plus
  • Toi tu dis que t'es bien sans moi

J'ACCUSE

  • Les Anarchitectures
  • Pilule
  • Cigarette
  • Des p'tits sous
  • Sonnez tocsin dans les campagnes
  • J'accuse
  • Lula
  • Regarder les filles pleurer
  • Les Cours des lycées
  • Les Printemps
  • Marguerite
  • On a tous une Lula
  • Tricycle jaune

MESSINA

  • Betty
  • Marie
  • Les Fils d'Artaud

MISCELLANEOUS

  • A bout de souffle
  • Amandine I
  • Black Skirt
  • C'est le chant
  • CNN
  • Des Foudres
  • Embrasons-nous
  • Enlacés
  • Fils de France
  • Frères
  • Il y a ton sourire
  • Juste un gamin
  • Marie
  • Mélancolie
  • Police
  • Qui je suis, d'où je viens
  • Roméo et Juliette
  • Seul au milieu de tous

ALBUM JOURS ETRANGES (1999)

JEUNE ET CON - YOUNG AND DUMB

Another day dawns on the planet France
And I gently awake from my dreams, I return to the dance
As always it's 8pm, I've slept the whole day
Again I went to bed too late, I jerked off

Another night in which the French youth
Goes out to have fun, since nothing makes sense here
So we go dancing, pretending to be happy
To go gently to sleep, but tomorrow nothing will be better

Because we're young and dumb
Because they're old and insane
Because people die under bridges
But this world doesn't give a damn
Because we're only farmers
Happy to be on our knees
Because I know that one day we'll end going crazy

Another day dawns on the planet France
But I lost my dreams a long time ago, I know the dance too well
As always it's 8pm, I've slept the whole day
But I know that billions of us are still looking for love

Another night in which the French youth
Goes out to have fun, in this state of haste
So they go dancing, pretending to be happy
Goodness knows, if we close our eyes, we may live until we're old

Because we're young and dumb
Because they're old and insane
Because people die under bridges
But this world doesn't give a damn
Because we're only farmers
Happy to be on our knees
Because I know that one day we'll end going crazy

Another day dawns on the planet France
But I lost my dreams a long time ago, I know the dance too well
As always it's 8pm, I've slept the whole day
But I know that billions of us are still looking for love

SAUVER CETTE ETOILE - SAVE THIS WORLD

It's God, the Father, he speaks to you
Or just one of your brothers
No, it's not a scandal
Here comes the end of the century
But no, nothing has changed
The crusades are just a little
Satellited, globalized, internetized

Look, dude, now you've been taken for a fool!

And the whole injustice goes on
In busy streets cries for help resound
But today the nation is pretty obedient
There's no colour of skin
Nor are there equal brothers
Actually they've never existed

If you still believe
That this world could be saved
But if you still believe
That this world could be saved
Tomorrow is the year 2000, or 3000, I can't remember
Anyway, what does it change?
My god, after all the story is well-known
Violence, power, insensibility
Entering the world of intolerance
That brings audience for the French nation

And there's war in Ireland, murder
And then the one in Algeria, murder
And what about the future of Yoguslavia?
And then there's this boy
With a smile on his lips
But this is his future

If you still believe
That this world could be saved
But if you still believe
That this world could be saved

To the glory and honor of the nations, flags and borders
To mother homeland and to the honor of the blood
To the honor of this child, too
Who has a smile on its lips
But this is its future

JOURS ETRANGES - STRANGE DAYS

Like the sun at the end of a century
Falling asleep in your arms
Maybe I will leave tomorrow
If you go with me
Come
Let's leave together
It's a beautiful evening to die
And if your hand trembles
Just tell yourself that you just have to leave

I will kill my father
No, I'm not an angel
If you have to touch the light
In these strange days

We will see in the clear moonlight
See whether the Devil wants to dance
If in our eyes the spume
Of these inflamed oceans burns
Until the Gods damn us
In whose name, in the name of what
Come, let's find peace

I will kill my father
No, I'm not an angel
If you have to touch the light
In these strange days

Like the sun at the end of a century
Falling asleep in your arms
Maybe I will leave tomorrow
If you go with me

J'VEUX M'EN ALLER - I WANT TO GO

Just another start of school
Again attending this fucking school
Again hanging around in the streets, the cafés
Again smoking my cigarettes during the break
Again keeping silent or just as well revolting
And greeting my well-adpated brothers
Again waiting, again learning
But there's nothing to understand
But there's nothing to understand
But there's nothing to understand

I want to go
I want to go
But I don't want to die
In this inhumanity

Again my brothers who die on the other side
The sons of the murdered light
And I dream just to dream
But what could I still dream of
But what could I still dream of
But what could I still dream of

I want to go
I want to go
But I don't want to die
In this inhumanity

But there are no more stars in heaven
But there are no more stars
But there are no
But

HALLELUJAH - HALLELUJAH

Mama woke me up this morning
Or maybe it was tomorrow
I don't really remember
The night lightens gently
And my eyes open slowly
Like two candles in the wind
Riding on my flying bike
With each run I kill the time

Hallelujah

If only this was real
I would see how beautiful life is
If I got up
And followed the swallows
Far away from this hotel room
Where I end my life

CRÉPUSCULE - DAWN

In this melancholy I drown myself in hell
And the smoke of my cigarette
Scales the air
Along the walls of my room
Oh Dawn
Who will save us?

The smoke forms a stair
For you to descend
Come into my arms
Come into my arm

Will this Nirvana
Never expire?
Who will save us?

And since at the ceiling
The heavenly music is calling me
We're floating in the air of love
I simply can't say no anymore
So I leave for you, my darling

Again and again...

The cigarettes burn me
And there are no more angels
And it makes my heart bleed
And it makes my soul bleed

But I can't sleep anymore
Each night without you
There's nothing but dying
In your arms

The cigarettes burn me
And there are no more angels
And it makes my heart bleed
And it makes my soul bleed

But I can't sleep anymore
Each night without you
There's nothing but dying
In your arms

SOLEIL 2000 - SUN 2000

The sun is rising and we're still here
In the dawn of our dreams to forget death
And the youth burns in this suicidal fire
Nothing matters anymore in this hell

So we stay here, poor generation
Without an aim, without a why, but tell me
Where's the horizon
Alive or dead, I know that one day
One day we'll fly away

Under the sun 2000
No, nothing will change
There's nothing more to do
Than feeling despaired

Come with me
Our hearts in the light
Stars in our arms
And our souls in hell

But we're still young
But the future is dead
And our wings are broken
Still there are drugs
To help us flee

So we stay here, poor generation
Without an aim, without a why, but tell me
Where's the horizon
Alive or dead, I know that one day
One day you'll fly away

Under the sun 2000
No, nothing will change
There's nothing more to do
Than feeling despaired

Come with me
Our hearts in the light
Stars in our arms
And our souls in hell

AMANDINE II - AMANDINE II

Between Valium and ecstasy
Tell me, who is going to save me
Since I've lost Amandine
I don't even know where to go
I shouldn't hang around in the bars so often
Shouldn't be so crazy about Novocain
It's not that I'm much of a partygoer
It's just that I miss it/her
My heroine

Amandine

Don't even want to revolt
Don't even want to fuck my dog
And the world can burn off
Because it wouldn't change anything anyway
I've lost the love of my life
I've lost my angel, my baby
But since you're no longer in my bed
I've got nothing but my balls to kill time

Amandine

And this fucking world can burn off
And the drugs can make me fly
I'll never die without you

ROCK'N'ROLL STAR - ROCK'N'ROLL STAR

Hello chick, how are you?
I haven't changed, you can see
After a million-odd albums
I'm still well grounded
But if you wanna know a little
More...

My life is super cool now
I have masseuses for both balls
I go to cool parties
Spend my holidays in St.Tropez
My photo is printed in "Voici"
I'm with friends with Eddie Barclay

That really knocks me for a loop
I'm a Rock'n'Roll star

I travel by helicopter
And of course I'm single all the time
For breakfast I get cocaine
Sex is my heroin
But if you wanna talk to me
They have to be out of silicone

I eat McDo with champagne
And I'm a fury in bed
I put on sunglasses
When I go to the disco
I have my bottle on my name
"Ducon"

That really knocks me for a loop
I'm a Rock'n'Roll star

So, did you understand everything?
I don't need someone saying "yes" all the time
I'm like a shooting star
There are always enthralling parties
Just go to the restrooms
I will come soon

MONTÉE LÀ-HAUT - GONE UP THERE

Heaven won't ever again
Be as black as tonight
Like a sun, bewitched
Your eyes lose themselves in my nights
We were not part of the same world
But what does it change by now
Now that the angels and the doves
Have gone away with the wind

Since you've gone up there
The angels haven't been more beautiful
Since you've gone up there
I feel so lonely

It seems that you were a princess
That I've never known
Just tears and misery
And my lost song
If you want to return one day
Keep in mind that my heart is open for you
And that it's bleeding to no longer understand
Where's Eden, where's hell

Since you've gone up there


"And the light will come to haunt these shadows
To the glow of this fire which already expires
And you will go, and I'm here
If you need me, if you need me
And I will take you with me far away from this world
And thank GOD for making you
And the arms towards heaven I will hold the moon for you
If you need me, if you need me
And when one day death do us part
I promise, I'll be wating for you up there
And upon your nights I will wake
Like a star, like a star"

PETIT PRINCE - LITTLE PRINCE

Hello falling star
It's me, here, the little prince
Do you hear the sirens singing
About the end's breath spreading out

How many nights I've been following you
And the wings didn't strike
Since this night it is written
That I'm leaving

Adieu, my lost love
May peace finally save us

Oh no, don't cry my angel
No, it was just a nightmare
But you know that in these strange days
The world dies

Adieu, my lost love
May peace finally save us
One day

ALBUM GOD BLESSE/KATAGENA (2002)

J'VEUX DU NUCLÉAIRE - I WANT NUCLEAR POWER

Child of a spoilt generation
Which only dreamed
Of white flags
I want nuclear power
I want sex and blood
Bombs in the RER
Even if I'm just a child

Child of a kinky generation
Lolling in front of the TV
Jerking off to the bombings
My god, that's exciting
I want nuclear power
I want sex and blood
Bombs in the RER
Even if I'm just a child

Under the ruins of a world
We remember Massoud
And the dreams we had
Of love and peace

God bless America
God hurts America

Under the ruins of a world
We remember Massoud
And the dreams of freedom
Of love and peace

God bless America
God hurts America

Open your eyes to the capitalism
The ideal luck
And all the spilt blood
Billions of poor people
Billions of men
Aren't worth a dollar

Open your eyes
To this poor and kind god
Who didn't ask for anything
And who doesn't even know his own name
He's so lost
Between the horrors
That his sons commit
In the name of ignorance

Open your eyes to the whole universe
Open your eyes to finally close them
Open your eyes and leave this world
For a better future

I want nuclear power
I want sex and blood
Bombs in the RER
Even if I'm just a child

God bless America
God hurts America

SOLUTION - SOLUTION

Too much blood on the walls
Too many walls between the countries
Too many countries in the Union
Too many monetary unions
Too much inequality
Too much money, too many banks
Too many wars for peace
Too many dying children
Too much imperialism
Too much capitalism
Too much liberalism, but without liberation

We don't want no more of your solutions
There are no more dreams for this generation
We don't want no more of your solutions
The Union is the force, but tell me, who forms the Union?

Too much hunger in this world
Too many McDonald's
Too many crazy cows
Too much television
Too many sunday cowboys
Too many sundays in a year
Yeah, dude, that's the advantage of being privileged
Too much imperialism
Too much capitalism
Too much liberalism, but without liberation

We don't want no more of your solutions
There are no more dreams for this generation
We don't want no more of your solutions
The Unions makes the force, but tell me, who makes the Union?

Too many teachers who recite
Formulae by heart
But there's nothing which explains
The misery and horror
That's the law of the markets
That's the supply and demand
To offer the rich
To demand from the damn poor
Fucking education
But when will you understand
That we'll never accept your submission?

We don't want no more of your solutions
There are no more dreams for this generation
We don't want no more of your solutions
The system is corrupt, but that's how it is defined

NO PLACE FOR US - NO PLACE FOR US

It makes no sense to run
My love, you know
They will catch up with us
That's no place for love
Cause our generation
Is doomed

It makes no sense to dream, my love, you know
We're no longer children
Cause nothing but tears of blood
Ever falls from this ruthless heaven

It makes no sense to run
My love, you know
They wouldn't understand
That we raised hope in our hearts
Through the power of love

It makes no sense to cry
You're fully aware, my love
That our tears are useless
And that nothing but money and hate
Can touch their hearts

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide in this world
No dream to have anymore in this world
No reason to stay that we can believe in
No place for us

That's the end of poetry
That's the end of our lives
My love, you know it very well
That's the end of suffering
That's finally the beginning of our liberty
It's better to build a street
And cross the light towards the road of ruin
Than to live only half a life
Than to be part
Of their sold world

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide in this world
No dream to have anymore in this world
No reason to stay that you can believe in
No place for us

But why do we still not flee?

SEXE - SEX

Put your tongue where you know
No, don't stop
Keep on licking
I like it when you do this
In total submission
In total devotion
Let the excitement rise
For love and hate

That hurts, that is good
That hurts, that is good

Put your tongue where you know
Even deeper
Keep on moving
I like it when you do this
In total submission
In total devotion
Let the excitement rise
For love and hate

That hurts, that is good
That hurts, that is good
That hurts, that is good
That hurts, that is good

J'VEUX QU'ON BAISE SUR MA TOMBE - I WANT YOU TO DANCE(*) ON MY GRAVE

In the gloomy light
I finally meet you
Oh god, you are beautiful
You're the one, the inimitable
Among men
Equality
Please take my hand
Don't wait anymore
It's time to hug
It's time to leave
One last cigarette

The warriors on the streets have preached it a long time ago
Death or birth
It depends on the heart
Let us end
In the setting sun
And let the firmament complete
Immersed in infinity, in the holy abysm
Of Katagena
To drown me forever
And then to leave this world, with neither shame nor morality

I want you to dance on my grave

That mercy compasses itself
Immortal pleasure
The women unite in a perfect accord
Just for one moment

The mayfly becomes
Eternity

I'd have loved to love you
The way the sun is loved
Tell you that the world is beautiful
And that it's nice to love
I would have loved to write
The most beautiful poems for you
And to create a kingdom
Just for your smile
Become the sun
To dry your sobs
And beat heaven
For a better future
But that's stronger than me
You see, I cannot help it
This world is not for me
This world is not mine

Goodbye, my friends
Goodbye, my brothers
Goodbye, my homeland
To us, the light
Goodbye, Franckie
Goodbye, my spring
Goodbye, poor world
Here's to us, Satan
Goodbye, my friends
Goodbye, my brothers
Goodbye, my homeland
To us, the light

(*) The French verb "baiser" actually means "to fuck", but we thought "to dance" would be a little more poetic.

LES CONDAMNÉS - THE CONDEMNED

Here we are face-to-face
For one last time
Can you hear the hooves
It's the army of the king
Oh no, stop crying
They don't deserve it
And their world is lost

Because we're condemned

A day will come
When, my love
We'll be free
We'll be beautiful
Like a star
Indestructible

Why
Why do the innocent fall
On the scaffold
With neither mass nor tomb?
Listen
They're knocking on the door
But our entwined souls
Are much too far away for them
So let's close our eyes
Forevermore
And let us resume together
Our liberty

A day will come
When, my love
We'll be free
We'll be beautiful
Like a star
Indestructible

A TON NOM - IN YOUR NAME

We prayed for you
We drew crosses
In your name
We burned books
Killed children
Just to kill time
But you, you took different names
You chose different flags
Tell me why ?
I remember my mother
Who sang this song: Allelujah
Allelujah, Inch'Allah

We wrote a whole story
Where you came down to see us
But you, you didn't come
Our sobbing for united arms
To fight, so that our tears
Are not in vain
From century to century
Day and night
With horror and mercy
We waited for you
But hope doesn't last forever
And my god, the night is so beautiful
In this lost world

Allelujah... Inch'Allah

ST. PETERSBOURG - SAINT PETERSBOURG

In Saint Petersburg
The snow is falling
It's God crying
The history of this world
Falling pearls
As if heaven's blood
Were covering the red century
Of a white flag

In Saint Petersburg
The snow is falling
To plant cotton
This poor world
But the world, that's the people
Countries and good Gods
And the falling pearls
Rising in your eyes

In Saint Petersburg
They lost the war
Not that of canons
But that of ideas
And there's Olga the Blonde
Who they call hope
And who hopes
"To recreate this world"
A world of light
And with snow in summer
And winter suns
And romantic nights

I'll never go
To Saint Petersburg
And the longer I look at you
The more I know
That I love you
My princess
My better half
My love
Because the soul
Means wealth
In Saint Petersburg

In Saint Petersburg
The snow is falling
It's God crying
The blood of this world
But there's Olga the Blonde
Who they call hope
And who hopes
"To recreate this world"
A world of light
And with snow in summer
And winter suns
And romantic nights

MASSOUD -MASSOUD

When you should help a poor man
And when this poor man has lots of brothers
And they're millions of brothers
And those millions are billions
And these billions are humanity

But billions of people aren't worth a dollar

When you've got to look after Pinochet
And all the other little insects
There's time to lose
And you've got to forget

There's no dictatorship
That hasn't been financed
There's no machine gun
That hasn't been fabricated
When you let them die
Because looking after the poor
No, mister, that doesn't pay off
When you let them kill each other
Because arming the poor
Yes, mister, that pays off
And when you've got to save Buddha
There is no minute of silence
As long as there's no sign saying "dollars"
There is no minute of silence
But in order to save the bourse
And the middle-class...

God bless America

Letting die is not a crime
If you're economist
Letting die is not a crime
If you're capitalist

Oh my country, I pray for you
For all my brothers
And myself
That there's no justice
Because if there is
We are dead

Oh my country, I pray for you
For all my brothers
And myself
That there's no justice
Because if there is
We are dead

When this dirty world burries itself
It's still quite sad
When this dirty world burries itself
We remember Massoud...

USÉ - USED

Used by people
Used by the noise that drives you crazy
Used by life
Used by cries
Used by silence
Used by oblivion
But still we forget
That one day we loved each other
That one day we lived
That life is over
The the past is nothing but
One day we loved each other
That this day is nothing
But posterity
Drowned in the unknown

Used by a world
We no longer understand
We've never understood
But which goes on turning
And turning around
Turning more and more
To make your head turn
To our lost souls
To our hearts
Screaming and shouting for help
But there's no more heaven
There's no more love
There's nothing but herds
Of the sold, the vultures
Of sellers of miracles
Of drum players

Used by future
Used by someone better
Who resembles the worst
And yeah, that makes you sick!
Used by the irony
Which killed my youth
Used by comedy
Used by promises
Used by insanity
Used by disgust
Used by being misunderstood
By walking on your knees
Used by usage
Used by regrets
Of having fled adventures
Of having fled beauty
Now there's you, returning
You my brother
Who says: Take my hand
Let's walk together towards the light

And our hearts full of hope
And with immortal hearts
We forget about the darkness
And finally we live
Far away from their tomb
And far away from inhumanity
We go crazy again every morning
One day we loved each other
And this day is tomorrow
A day of humanity
A day of glory
One day we loved each other
And this day is tomorrow
A day of humanity
A day of humanness

VOICI LA MORT - HERE COMES DEATH

Here comes death
How the world is bending
Here comes death
But don't be scared my love
And the old Indian is dancing
Come let us dance
Come let us dance

Here comes death
And the whores are going down on
The giants and the dwarfs
And the cacti
Come let's walk upon the blaze
But don't let go of my hand
But don't let go of my hand

Here comes death
Come toast with the devil
But no, that's not wine
Yes my angel, it's blood
To war
To blood
To my father
You whom I have never known
To love
To love
To Algiers
To Sarajevo
To Peking
To the human rights
To love
Make love with me
Make love with me

Mama

Our hearts in blood
And our souls in peace
With love in our eyes
We will take to the skies
Because he's no god
Who could understand them
Come let's dance in the fire
Take my hand

Here comes death
How the world is bending
Here comes death
But don't be scared my love

MENACÉS MAIS LIBRES - HUNTED BUT FREE

There are these shadows behind us
There are these sold ideas
There are fluttering flags
And hymns
And there's you, my brother
Yes you, who doesn't believe in it anymore
And there's our faith
And our lost precepts
Yes, they chased us
Like they hunt for birds

Hunted but free

There's melancholy
The love which flaps its wings
And we have grown older
The fists don't rise as high anymore
But the strength remains
Through our faith in beauty
The juice under the bark
Through freedom
We will go on marching
Through the howling of the storm

Hunted but free

We will move on proudly
Meet the Eternal
When the body rejoins the ground
The fire or the ocean
The soul marries heaven
Hunted but free 

ALBUM DEBBIE (2004)

DEBBIE - DEBBIE

In the lights of the city
Of nameless faces
We try to escape
Tell me, in which direction?
In the middle of parties, dreams and slackers
Tormented, drunk
In the lights of the city
Of nameless faces
In the middle of vipers and scorpion combats
In the fire of the districts there are dreams of thugs!
Tormented, drunk

Come on Debbie, dance all naked in the bars!
Come on Charlie, sing along with the blue lights!
Come on sing my friend, dance the life, trance through the night!

With you
In the lights of the city
Run-down, by your eyes
Come on baby, dance in the fire on the counter
Stoned!
Drunk
At the angels of my nights, the stars without underwear
The children of paradise look for a stopover!
Tormented, drunk!

Come on Debbie, dance all naked in the bars!
Come on Charlie, sing along with the blue lights!
Come on sing my friend, dance the life, trance through the night!
Come on dance Debbie, don't be afraid to die!
May your sapphire smile once again shine on us!
Till the end of the party
The Lust for flesh
Come on, come on
Come on
In the wolf of the night
The life burns
The life like a flash
Of the lust for flesh
The desire in your eyes
I thirst for life
And the fever rises
And you, and you
You make me high, you make me high

Come on Debbie, dance all naked in the bars!
Come on Charlie, sing along with the blue lights!
Come on sing my friend, dance the life, trance through the night!
Come on dance Debbie, don't be afraid to die!
May your sapphire smile once again shine on us!
Till the end of the party
The Lust for flesh
Come on, come on
Come on

EN TRAVERS LES NÉONS - IN THE NEON LIGHT

In the neon light
In the city
Of wonders
You draw up a plan
A small attempt to escape
Like a beacon in the middle
Of the sea you guide
The way

You resemble the dream
I once dreamt
I dreamt so often
I dreamt with you!
Tell me, will we dream it once more?
Tell me, will we dream it once more?
Go on, tell me we'll have it again!

The eyes like pearls of the blackness of silken seas
Oh wonder, you give me your hand
Little beauty
Incarnate poetry
Prisoner of your haunches, that feels so good!
When you hold me your resemble the love I once made
I made so often
I made with you
Tell me, will we make it again?
Tell me, will we make it again?
Go on! Swear and whsiper that we'll make it again

You ignore the emptiness around you
You don't know
The dizziness and fear
Lost at parties
Alone amongst wolves
You get high
At the edge of abysms
You look for answers
At the abyss of fires
Of peaks your eyes
Unite with my soul
You resemble the shipwreck I once had
I had so often
I had with you

Tell me, will we have it again?
Tell me, will we have it again?
Go on, swear it, spit it out
That we'll have it again!

You ignore the emptiness around you
You don't know
The dizziness and fear
You ignore the emptiness around you
You don't know
The dizziness and death

Awakened, in the lost city
Through the night you can see clearly
Through the pain and the melancholy you can see clearly
The everything's going to be alright
The everything's going to be alright

In the lost city
Through the night
You can see clearly
You can see clearly
Through the pain
And the melancholy
The everything's going to be alright
The everything's going to be alright

MARIE OU MARILYN - MARY OR MARILYN

Hold me back if you can close the wound again
That keeps me alive and the bad we do to ourselves
And the piercing stabs of a knife and the wounds
Of silence and the night which makes my soul cry
And the melancholy, tell me when will it end
The force and the lust
That lead and lure me
When the heart just feels like wanting to end it all
Tell me which is the right way?
The virgin or the whore?
Mary or Marilyn
Your name doesn't mean anything to me
As long as I feel the passion
As I feel the union
Of the bodies and spirits
Paris or Miami
Go for the folly
Go for insomnia
Go for the paradise!

The boobs of Marilyn
Or the saints of Mary
You know I don't care
When she's down on her knees
When she says "Come on!"
Til the end of the night
Topless
Yeah that drives me crazy
The boobs of Marilyn
Or the saints of Mary
You know I don't care
When she's down on her knees
When she says "Come on!"
Til the end of the night
Topless
Yeah that drives me crazy
Right into the hole!
Yeah that drives me crazy

Hold me back if you can close the wound again
That keeps me alive and the bad we do to ourselves
And the piercing stabs of a knife and the wounds
Of silence and the night which makes my soul cry
And the melancholy in the hour when everything turns into the directions of religions
Tell me when will it end?
The force and the blood
That lead and lure me
When the heart only wants to end it

Mary or Marilyn
Your name doesn't matter
As long as I feel passion
As long as I feel the frisson

Mary or Marilyn
Your name doesn't matter
As long as I feel the union
As long as I feel the frisson

The boobs of Marilyn
Or the saints of Mary
You know I don't care
When she's down on her knees
When she says "Come on!"
Til the end of the night
Topless
Yeah that drives me crazy
The boobs of Marilyn
Or the saints of Mary
You know I don't care
When she's down on her knees
When she says "Come on!"
Til the end of the night
Topless
Yeah that drives me crazy
Right into the hole
Yeah that drives me crazy

In the back of the back room
There are divine beauties
You'd never suspect
The lust that stimulates me
When she's at your feet
When there's nothing else to do than to love
In an eternal union
Immaculate idea of life, Paris or Miami
Go for the folly, to the paradise
Artificial - have to touch the sky
In the thrill of the filth
In the thrill of the bad
Artificial - have to touch the sky
In the thrill of the filth
In the thrill of the bad

The boobs of Marilyn
Or the saints of Mary
You know I don't care
When she's on her knees
When she says "Come on!"
Til the end of the night
Topless
Yeah that drives me crazy
The boobs of Marilyn
Or the saints of Mary
You know I don't care
When she's on her knees
When she says "Come on!"
Til the end of the night
Topless
Yeah that drives me crazy
Right into the hole
Yeah that drives me crazy

J'HALLUCINE - I'M HALLUCINATING

In the city of angels close to Mexico
We dare to escape into the fire of passion
With you
You'll see
In the black dust the wolves dance
In the middle of snakes you share your blood
With me
You'll see

In your eyes
There's a flame
There's a fire
That doesn't expire
In your eyes
One can see
Further and further
Into your loins

Lost in the desert we follow the jackal
And the Indian drums show us the way
Which will lead us right into the heart
Don't be scared
Whatever the battle will be like, you'll rise again
From the realm of the dead, dragons and nasty breeds
With the help of your soul, to the chanting of the shamans
You'll win
If you believe

In your eyes
There's a flame
There's a fire
That doesn't expire
In your eyes
One can see
Further and further
Into your loins

I'm hallucinating

May heaven light up!
May the earth split!
Become infinite
Churn up the dust
I'll climb the golden mountains
And body inside body
At the peak
In the union of our blood
Of your endless nights

I'll be the light
Like a voodoo warrior
Alone amongst wolves
May the Indian drums
Show us the way
To the paranormal
To the animal instinct

AUTOUR DE MOI LES FOUS - THE FOOLS AROUND ME

The fools around me hold a conversation
About the structures of the system, I, I don't understand it

At the table of the kings the die is cast
The poeple on the cross and women in battle

Tomorrow, I guess, we'll see worse and worse
Into the abyss of human nature

Castaways in the night, heading for the exit

We try to escape as far as it's possible
Between stupid mangas and animated cretins

Infantilisation by order of the government
In view of the elections that's prostitution

It's Connan [original lyrics connard=imbecile] the Barbarian who reigns this planet
Hunger on the streets of California

And the shit we eat... with paradise taste

We buy, we sell ourselves
In the wind of the hemispheres
We let ourselves fall, we compose ourselves
Against a little ephemerality
On planet money
Brains or flesh
We've got to choose
The darkness or the light
The darkness or the light... solitary, solidary

At the back of the café
With some glasses of wine
And beauty in our hearts
The young have a pint
Under the cobblestone
You pass me the joint
The great ideas disappear
Into the fire of drunkenness
There are Martin and Lisa
Who tell me "we believe"
Tell me that we had dreams...
Remember

DANS LE BLEU DE L'ABSINTHE - IN THE BLUE OF THE ABSINTHE

In economies
In metaphysics
In battles too old
I won't find my way around
Through connections
Millions of questions
In the hype
I won't find my way around
Between the dawn and the end
In the hole of your hand
In games of embracing
In evil elegies
In denegations
In false rebellions
In deceit, in truth
In safety
Don't leave me
In the middle of the play
Theatre of the Absurd
Tell me why
We won't find our ways around
In the beauty of the evil
In the beauty of the foul
Beneath the veil or the cross
We won't find our ways around

In the blackness of the venom
What you are, what you pretend to be
In the blue of the absinthe
With the whores, with the saints
We devote ourselves, we lose ourselves
While crossing the borders
While remaining in the storm
One day the shipwreck will come
Between gold and hunger
Pressed to your breast
In the fire of embracing
Our bodies, going for broke
In constellations
The sodominations
In deceit, in truth
In the dryness of the abstract
Don't leave me
On the verge of our dreams
Dying down between your lips
Under the veil or the cross
In the heart of the assassination...

In the wind of connections
Did you see how we sell ourselves!
In the four directions
Did you see how they keep hold of us!
In deceit, in truth
Tell me what you believe in
In the dryness of the abstract
Tell me, which is the way

COMME UNE OMBRE - LIKE A SHADOW

I will be the accident
On your way
The poison drop
Hidden between the sips
The flutist
Who lets the serpents dance

I will be the napalm
Clinging to the skin
Which turns around my soul
The torero is me!
I will be the salt
In the wound

It makes no sense to flee
I will catch you
We will even ascend to your empire
To find you

I will be the virus
On the computer
I will be the hacker
Of the bourse
Like never-ending
Decay
In the kingdom of darkness
Of money and rats
I will be like a shadow
On each of your steps
Like a disease
That strikes and leaves

You can say your last prayer
I've finished playing
Come into the desert
To see the split fata morganas
For the bad
For the bad

The clean and the filth
The softness and the bad
That doesn't end
I will be by your side
The key and the chain
Amongst the howling of sirens
On each of your steps
I will be by your side
The beauty and the ugly

The blood and the heart
That doens't end
I will be by your side
Black Sun of the storm
Of wisdom and rage
On each of your steps
I will be by your side
For the bad
You did to me
For the bad
I'll do to you...

MARTA - MARTA

Shadows and mysteries that surround you.
Do you remember me, there inside the light?
We were fleeting, I didn't know.
A knife in the flesh, you struggle.

Tell me why, Marta?

Ashes and dust that trail around you.
Do you remember me, through the blood in the rivers?
You leave me useless, hurrying for what?
Bottles at the sea mark, a message from you.

Tell my why, Marta?

CLANDESTINS - REFUGEES

In the silent room
We set off at night
Lonely lovers
Without looking back
We both escape
You tell me we must be crazy
United, there in the shadow
You glow
On the black satin sheets
Were our sleepless nights
You paved the way
I, I moved my hips
In the heat of skins
Under the sway of scents
Of the other's sweat
Like two without a shelter
Under the storm
Under the hits, in the rain
We join our faces
Beyond reality
My love, with you
Come on, we let go
Come on, we crash
Escapees
Refugees
Come on...

Let your body slip, against the hardcore
Let your dreams, let your moons wander
Go on, scorch my soul, so that passion may burn us, that
This union makes us hallucinate
That the fear in your eyes may let the acid rise up to
The edge of your lips as black as the night that
Leads us to the high seas on sacred lands where they love to bleed
Where they love to love
That we may die now in this bed, refugees
Leeched on to ourselves, lost on the reef
Let time stop!
Let this moment last!
And may this abyss open in front of you, my love
Come on, deliver me from this lust wearing us out
Come on, free yourself in the force of our dreams
Come on, trance with me without ever stopping
All naked in the rain I want to see you cry
Far away from me!
Flee
Refugees
Lost control

TU Y CROIS? - DO YOU BELIEVE IN IT?

Do you believe in it?
The magic of meetings,
And the fear to die
There must be something else.
Do you believe in it?
The children of love?
Damn, it's hard for me,
There must be something else.
You know what I mean!
The intoxication and then the feast,
You know what I mean!
The dullness and the flesh.
And to feel like trailing away
In the nights from one to another
Maybe I believed in it.
I don't know anymore.
Do you believe in it,
In everything we tell you,
That we let the old ones die
So everything will be better?
For we are egoists,
Content with being liked
And with consuming;
But to love thoroughly
May lead you to hell!
You know what I mean!
The drunkenness and the dizziness!
You know it,
The caress and the war.

And to feel like trailing away in it
In the nights from one to another,
Maybe I believed in it.
I don't know anymore, I don't know anymore!

There's money and glory,
And the smell of the common graves!
The duty to remember,
The forgotten forenames;
The culture of origin,
Art and religion,
The happiness of family,
And the fragility!
And the fragility!

Don't tell me
That life is tiring,
That you fight until you reach the end,
There must be something else.

Don't tell me
That life is tiring,
That we only pass by,
There must be something else.

 

ALBUM VARSOVIE - L'ALHAMBRA - PARIS (2008)

CEUX QUI SONT EN LAISSE - THOSE WHO ARE BOUND

You wanted an average person and I couldn't be one
You wanted the universe and I had nothing but me
You wanted silence when I was nothing but music
That we march parallel when I just went aslope
You wanted rivers in the middle of the desert
You wantet to travel, I was sedentary
That I write songs which put a smile on my face
It's not my fault, I have nothing but tears to offer them
And rain areas as the unique empire

That when I'm gone another romantic
May read my poems who will recognise himself in me
And without doubt he will say to himself: "Oh it's beautiful how he loves her!"
But that he knows that I never loved anyone but myself
That in bed just like in your heart egoism is the mother
Of generosity

That women may forgive me not to be made for them
That I'm like a cloud looking for its sky
That I'm like a ship always in distress
And this desire to flee of those who are bound

Forgive me all of you who are holding hands
You who believe that together you'll rather forge ahead
You who believe that the other one will save your skin
While ripping your soul into pieces
Whether in love your the greatest of all warriors
Or the sad sheep looking for its shepherd
We all end up under the earth looking for the pieces
At the edge of the abyss, two steps from the final jump
Two steps from our tomb

JE SUIS LE CHRIST - I AM THE CHRIST

An angel came to see me awakening from my dreams
To lay his hands on my mouth, to press his lips on mine
Gently against my heart he spoke about you
He said that you were doing well, that you wouldn't come back

Through a sign of his white wings that meant he had to leave
When I was nothing but tears he smiled at me
Day after day the sun has to set
All the most beautiful things on this earth can't replace your mouth

I am the Christ
And you are my cross
And that makes Rome laugh
I am the Christ
Just an idiot, hanging there
Having loved the others too much

I'm walking between crowds that throw stones at me
Just a bleak raft at sea, welcome in hell
And if love has driven nails into my heart
Then only one second of your love is worth centuries of suffering

The deathly angel told me: "The time has come
My child, have no regrets, love is what you lost"
Thus I go to my cross without remorse
Saying to myself that, yes, maybe one day you'll return to me

I am the Christ
And you are my cross
And that, that makes the good peopel of Rome laugh
I am the Christ
Just an idiot, hanging there
Having loved the others too much

QUE TOUT EST NOIR - THAT EVERYTHING'S BLACK

Days which resemble only the shadow of the night
Silence which echoes like a scream in the soul
When the eyelids don't even have the force of a storm
When the flood carries me away I can no longer see the shore
Love which wasn't born at the right time
When spring forgets to open its buds
The ever full moons which no longer smile at me
Like playing chess when the queen is lost

That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you, tell me
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Which doesn't know
Where to fade

My knowledge which resembles nothing but the shadow of doubt
The good which does bad things when the bad overpowers you
When there's a monsoon in the heart of the iris
Spoiling the corn just before the harvest
I know I've lost you over the years
And you said a hundred times that you wouldn't come back
So I can leave like a lonely wolf
Lying down close to a beech to pass away
I would have wanted you to be that someone
With you I wanted so much to be someone else than who I am
Emballish the world in the depth of your belly
Forget who I am and close my eyes

That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Like a sad ship
Which doesn't know where to sail

When you're so lonely that even loneliness
Seems to be a friend whom you're leaving
The one who's by your side since your first breath
Who wouldn't leave you from this day on
When you no longer know that one day you were able to laugh
When the bad chose your soul as its empire
When all the romantics and the sad in this world
Chose your heart to cry in there

That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Which doesn't know
Where to fade

DIS-MOI QUI SONT CES GENS - TELL ME WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE

Tell me who are these people
Behaving obscene
Kissing each other in public?
I'm alone in this world
I don't have a Mona Lisa
To play the romantic one
Tell me what's this city
Of endless idylls?
I've forgotten its name
Do you know the path?
And the price it costs
To love going mad?

Tell me who are these people
Who walk sowing
Grace behind them?
Emblazing the world
Who take their love
To the grave
Do you know their path
The secret why luck
Is on their side?
I've got nothing but my hands
To chase grief
While they, they've got the moon

Tell me who are these people
Protecting their eyes
From too many storms?
Tell me who are those gods
Who make the most out of
Thunderbolts and heaven?
And stay unworldly
While we only have
Winter for pastures
For our sad pigeons
Which, without destination
Send us back our letters

Tell me who are these poeple
Laughing like children
Giving the cue?
That of Romeo
Tristan's, Rimbaud's
Of great music
But I've got noone but me
To show the indecent nature
Of my heart
Tell me who are these hangmen
Killing me without a word
With their beautiful eyes?

Tell me who are these hangmen
Killing me without a word
With their beautiful eyes?

JE SUIS PERDU - I'M LOST

I'm walking through cities where nameless souls are humming yours
Silent concerts during which I'm singing your name just to forget mine
To somewhat forget that you're not there when winter's getting rude
That I'm the only one left to share my actual solitude with
I'm walking under skies whose colours remind me of your flame
When the red and the blue offer ocean beauties to the lovers
I fled from love because I was too scared, yeah to scared to die from it
But when you flee from love too often, love'll kill you before you can escape

I'd live a thousand lives and in a thousand countries it wouldn't change a thing
Because from a thousand countries I'd always return to die in in your arms
When I'd coil myelf up, tell me, would you take me back
Just for one night, please tell me
That love is not dead, because how can you die when you're endless
That it will live again, this dead love, that it will resurge
That the rain in my eyes will be enough to conquer the desert in yours
That the rain in my eyes will be enough to make the flowers in the garden bloom again

I'm waiting for you on the bench like one's waiting for death and hoping for life
I'm waiting for you like waiting for the crack of dawn in the deepest of nights
You won't come back because you returned much too often
You'll never again come back because too often others came
It's late and you haven't come by since a couple of months
Years or centuries, the seconds without you are always an eternity
You're surely doing great things on paths where I'm not going
And I'm staying here, watching the world that doesn't give a damn
And at night I'm scared, at night I'm scared, scared to die from it
And when it's not me who's scared it's my heart which is scared of seeing you leaving again
I freeze at night when you're not by my side, at night I freeze
When beside me there's a liveless shadow, another girl
When beside me there's a liveless shadow and it is yours

I'm lost
I'm lost
On stony paths
I'm walking naked
We lost each other
We lost each other
And my heart's in hell
Only beating for you
I lost myself
When I lost you
I lost my light
I lost the whole world

ANÉANTI - DESTROYED

Destroyed
By a whore from the streets
By a blonde with black hair
Who smiled at me
Whom I followed at dawn
Who was glued to my memory
Six feet of love
I'd like to die

Like an idiot
Little boy on the pavement
Crying your name in despair
It's pathetic
Who would have thought that the robber
The highwayman
That the heartless tiger
Would be the sheep

Destroyed
By a lamb with the fangs of a wolf
By a queen without underwear
By a ray of light
That hid the storm so very well
That promised the great journey
And which then disappeared into the night

I'm like an idiot
Without horizon on the pavement
Little desperate boy
Damn it's sad
To end as a tiger in tears
As a wingless eagle
As a turtle dove
Without its partner

Destroyed
By a blonde with black hair
The dawn which was nothing but evenings
But rainy nights
Which deployed the shadow army
When in my eyes there was darkness
When I saw infinite seas
Dissolve

I've lost everything
The battle, but the war as well
When she swallowed my galaxies
With her black hole
It's the debacle of the universe
There's too much laughter underneath my eyelids
There's so much sadness
You'd say it's Russia

The whores are angels
And the angels are whores
My tears flow into the rivers
And the rivers into the sea, you leave me with a bound heart
Like the one is left
You believed you'd loved one day
You believed you'd always love
Then one day you no longer believe
Then one day you forget

ON MEURT DE TOI - WE DIE FROM YOU

If we lost each other
Like a sailor who mistakes the clouds
For the ocean

And who sinks to the bottom of the sea
Love washed ashore by the stream
The stream of time

We could have united better
United in front of god, how they put it
The masquerade

No, I've never dared anything
But true friendship
Between fellows

To hell with those dreamers who
Unite insincerely
With rings on their fingers
And if mine was a poem
And if mine was made of wood
It would be for you
It would be for you

Because everything ends here
Our laughter in the melancholy
Everything fades away

Beauty, let's hold only this moment
Ere the bad spring
Sounds the charge

There where you'll soon strand
Where we stranded too often
Where it is cold

You'll see gleams of light
Take them for eternity
That will swell up your belly

To hell with those dreamers who
Not standing upright, split up
Death on their fingers
Poor due to their greed
Are those who slave away
To keep the other one for themselves
To hell with those dreamers who
Unite insincerely
With their hearts at the cross
To hell with their stupidity
For even twosome we're not
Made but out of ourselves, sure but of ourselves

You, who you are in other countries
In other men, in other beds
Mind the wind

Which sometimes blows the wings
But which suddenly, by chance
Catches a little cold

To leave us standing alone in the middle
When the only chance to return
Is to swim through the ocean

When the sail boat becomes a raft
When the loss gets too heavy
When life has roared

My love, I couldn't keep
The promises to become one with you
There's no one but myself whom I can tell
That my dull empire is sad
That it's sad without you
Which ocean leads to which abyss
Tell me, where does this road lead to
That you're not taking
Because if we don't die from love
I can tell you for certain
That we die from you
That we die from you

CHANSON POUR MON ENTERREMENT - SONG FOR MY FUNERAL

There will be flowers
Piled up in the cathedrals
And colourful clothes
No, please, no black
I've always been afraid of the dark
By the way, when I was a child
I slept with my door open
For fear that robbers
Would pass by the window
To steal my mom

There will lovers
Who love to love
The loves of lovers
In the end, there will be love
And children I hope
To sing: "Death to the old!
Death to the dead, death to the good gods!"
And to piss behind the church
Of this poor priest
Who talks only nonsense
Who steals my time

They'll play Mozart
No requiem
But the Magic Flute
Or even better, Don Juan
Parting as a conqueror
Parting in a simple way
To an air of trumpets
Part to the conquest
My heart celebrating

There will be memories
There will be smiles
From the time when I was a child
When I was like the spring
When you were inside a belly
When you were in the wind...

No, don't cry my brother
No, don't cry my mother
Soon we'll be together again
We'll turn back time
And be in Sicily
Sure, on the beautiful planet
And we'll sing that we're crazy
And carry a rucksack
We'll piss in the sea
And fish calamari
To make Nemo blush
We'll rewrite our history
While waiting for Pierrot

Don't be sad, my friend
You know, my life was beautiful
A little short, but magnificent
Like a rising sun
The wind on the Atlantic
I'll part singing
To another America
Like a sleeping sun
Over the Pacific

AU-DELÀ DU BROUILLARD - BEYOND THE FOG

Beyond the fog there's still fog
Sometimes I can look into ten thousand years inside!
Beyond the fog there's still fog
Suddenly I remember the time when I was the rising sun
An old stag is surprised to see me pass by
No doubt asking himself whether I'm already dead
At other times, other places, it's someone other than me
He met there
Other winds, other gods
Ghostly figures, wild hordes
In mortal agony, because they've got no hand to clutch
No trace in the river where I once swam with a woman
Where I believed love to be a fire...
Yes, but our dead love
Was nothing but ashes in the wind
And dawn lightens only suppositions
Out of the silence of questions
You build your empire
And to the sand castles
And to the shores carrying away
You always return
You try to be king
You try to be yourself
From laughter to sighs
Yes, in the women's beds
You take and then forget
You forget yourself bit by bit
Before forgetting us
You think you are a lone wolf
When you're only the sheep
With neither flock nor shepherd
Without a conceived
Star

On the street an old man sets out for a meeting
With someone much older, and that's me...
Or maybe you!

The old man sits on a bench
He smokes a dancer
I mean he smokes a Gitane [fr. gitane = cigar brand; gipsy]
Like smoking the time
I talk to him a bit
He answers
We don't understand each other
But we pretend to
Because we both know
That we've got the lady in black in common
Waiting for us

Beyond the fog there's still fog
Inside I sometimes think I were the rising sun
And my dreams cease one by one
With every step
It's one less
Beyond the fog there's still fog
Sometimes I can look into ten thousand years inside!
And I think about the children of our grandchildren
We never had, but whom we'll have tomorrow
If I were in my twenties
But I don't have children
And I'm no longer twenty
So I walk alone
Like an old monarch
Who's got nothing to conquer
When you're on the crest
You can only descend
Or learn how to fly
Beyond the fog!

Beyond the fog
On the street an old man sets out
For a meeting
With someone much older
And this crestfallen one is me

JE CHERCHE ENCORE - I'M STILL SEARCHING

So many times I've passed
From the shadow to the light
Drawn so many crosses
Fished in so many rivers
On the night train
Going where?
I don't know
To New York or Warsaw
You see, I don't care

I'm still searching
For a path, a street
Toward the south or the north
I'm still searching

So many times I've prayed
That the one walking beside me
Would unite with me
The one I don't know
A trace of longing
Leading me where?
I don't know
To New York or into your bed
You see, I don't care

I'm still searching
For a path, a street
Toward the south or the north
You know, I'm still searching

I'm still searching
For a path, a street
Toward the south or the north
I'm still searching

So hold me
So hold me tight
As far as the road may lead us
So hold me, my love
So hold me
So hold me tight
As far as the road may lead us
So hold me tight, my love

LES BARS DU PORT - THE BARS OF THE HARBOUR

When the time remaining isn't enough for you
When desire already makes you love another one
Confess me your love one last time
Please, my love, hold me in your arms
And even if I'm sick, yeah sick of love for you
At the crack of dawn I will let you go
Because there's only a silken thread between us
Because there's no more love
Because only I remain

To dance, to dance
To dance in all the bars of the harbour
To dance, to dance
To dance, dance until sunrise

A L'ALHAMBRA - TO THE ALHAMBRA

In the metropolis
The megalomaniac police men
Loaf between the cars
Which redden the night
Without papers, without hope
The homeless hang about
With nothing in their eyes
Nothing but memories

To the Alhambra!
Dance the Flamenco
Almeria
Let the bull bleed!

In the heart of our storms
The vanes are wafting!
But never mind the wind
If winning is the goal!
And the gorvernments govern
And the seasons pass by
The course of our acts
Is slowly breaking down...

To the Alhambra!
Dance the Flamenco
Almeria...
Let the bulls bleed!

QUAND ON PERD SON AMOUR - WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR LOVE

When you lose your love it's love that loses us
From autumn to summer it's always winter
The rivers and the sea without an estuary
It's the inseperables who suddenly seperate
It's like sleeping at a train station
When the night is the night and always the night
No, then the day's no longer a day when you have no more love

When you lose your love it's the others who laugh
Who are finally pleased to see us  in a  way
They all have been once in their lives
Like a madman, bleeding to death on the cross
When you lose your love it's love that
Screams at us all the misery of this world to awaken the night
Our heart that no longer knows how to beat on its own

It's better to lose your life than to lose your love
Better to no longer think at all than to always think about it
It's better never to have loved than to love for always
It's better to die from death than to die from love

When you lose your love it's always a girl
Making salty tides come in to your eyes
Don't take it amiss, they're only girls
And far too often they forget to be nice
So when man's a dog it's because he's more loyal
Loyal to the cats that will flee
Girls are like the sea, they depend on the moon
They come and go, breaking on the dunes
To build sand castles in your hands
And to fool the one who will satisfy them

When you lose your love it's because you loved too much
That you loved yourself too much, yourself in the other one
Yes, that you loved too much the idea of being loved
That you loved love, that you loved to blind yourself
And that you didn't see the other one loving someone else
And that you didn't see the other one leaving
Sure, the others are hell, sure, the others are hell
Sure, the others are hell and it's a hell to love you

It's better to lose your life than to lose your love
Better to no longer think at all than to always think about it
It's better never to have loved than to love for always
It's better to die from death than to die from love

When you lose your love you lose much more
It's a summer's day for centuries of winter
All the future verbs conjugated in past tense
When you lose your love you lose humanity

When you lose your love the world falls apart
 When you're alone in the middle of a crowd
When you lose your love you lose your love
When you lose your love you lose humanity

L'ABATTOIR - THE SLAUGHTER

Burst by so many years into rags of memory
Which flutter as bleak flags in the sky of my empire
And that is nothing but dust with you

Lost connections, left to the satellites
Which depart from my heart, pulsating frequencies
And mobiles in place of letters

You see, I'm not sure whether advancement
Can always prevent men from ending up alone
You see nothing but people splitting up

But that's the world and that's life
We're all running towards the end that unites us
Like flocks
To the slaughter

I'm asking you to end me!
I cannot die from it any more
I'm asking you to end me!
I lost my smile

Since no nothing more, no nothing more means anything
How can we claim to say
That we're worth it

In the street there's just another drunk
Crying out mankind's stupidity while
I'm writing you as many stupid things as he does

Soon the garbagemen will collect the trash
Between two containers I'll give them this writing
It couldn't end up in better hands

Love is unreliable and us, the sad reliable
Burn in love and we burn our wings
Sad calves
To the slaughter

I'm asking  you to end me!
I can't escape any longer
I'm going crazy, you know
Like a loser

And I know that I'm somber with my sad songs
I annoy this world but it benefits me
That's as if we were even somehow

You, the other one I loved, I'm asking you now
To finish the work that you've begun
But with a smile, please

No, don't feel guilty when killing me
You know, before you I used to stomp on hearts
That saw in me what I though to see in you

From hangman to savor, from lamb to vampire
We're all one day this, the next one that, that's the game
Which kills us but
But which lets us live

I'm asking you to write me
Tell me what's the news
When I'm down there someday
Send them to the sky!

I'm asking you to write me
Tell me what's the news
When I'm down there someday
I'm asking you
To write me

ON S'ENDORT SUR DES BRAISES - FALLING ASLEEP ON THE BLAZE

Underneath the lids
Of your eyes that
Right between the phalanges
Pour rain on the blaze
These desires which press us
To embrace the emptiness
Yes, with crossed arms
To buzz off
Deep in your eyes
What's left of us
Washed away by the sea
Falling asleep on the blaze
Pressed to her neck
One day we all beleive ourselves
To be immortal
At the brink of the cliff

I didn't want any of that
I thougth only of myself
I didn't want any of that

The torrents in your eyes
Breaking through your lids before
Evaporating on the blaze
We saw ships there
Which, not able to read the charts
Sank at the foot of
The cliff
Whether you're a ray of fire
The son of god
Or just a crazy Indian
Walking on embers
Whether you're in love
Or the shadow of the heavenly realm
You're nothing but
A fool at the cliff

Flames in the river!
There are holes in my flesh
Yes, centuries in hell to
Look for your flame at the river

When the plain's in full bloom
When the flowers are evil
When I miss you
When I walk on embers
Uner the reddened eyes
Of these divorced kings
Looking for a queen
At the brink of the cliff
Let's walk on water!

When you weren't loved enough
When you were too often lied to
Let's walk on water
Let's become fire again, with you
If you want to
It won't change a thing
One day everything disappears
It won't change nothing at all
One day...
Yes, everything disappears!

TANGO - TANGO

My eyes weep on the earth
As huge is their love
Some people say
That sometimes stones cry blood

And it's mine my love
And it's shed for you
It will always be shed for you
Torrents in my eyes

Sometimes you will see the moon
Enlighten the kisses of the one
You love
You'll think you love

He'll be in your arms
And I'll be there
Like a blessed wolf
Who no longer can fight but still fights

That's love, that's death
And to love you means to bleed
To bleed with all your body
Yeah love is death
Yeah love is death
And it makes you laugh
To see that he
Won't get on with it

My blood in the river
Tell me do you know where it runs
It surely will trail off
In some sad estuary

In my sad elegy
I suddenly imagine
That you'll come by there
That you'll take my hand

To dance under the moon
Thinking of the time
When we were children
When we were ourselves

But here's nobody but me
But me and my sobbing
And the moon is the only one
Dancing the tango

Because love id death
And to love you means to die
To die with all of your body
Yes love is death
And it makes you laugh
Like a sad emperor
Who, seeing his empire
Says to himself that there's nothing
At all left to be conquered

You know I grieve
For us both and for you
But when it's the end for us both
Then it's the end for me

This knife in my hand
The cut in my wrist
Resembles your smile
Telling me that it's time to go

I can no longer feel myself
And the pain disappears
Farewell my murderess
Farewell my poor self

I'm dancing with love
I'm dancing with death
And I'm screaming into the night
Please come back to me

I'm dancing my love
I'm singing to death
This love song
This song for you

This song for you

JEUNESSE LÈVE-TOI - GET UP, THE YOUNG

Like peals of laughter
Come to comfort sadness
Like a breath of future
Comes to fan the blaze
Like a perfume of suffering
Reviving the flames
Get up, the young
Against life that comes, that goes
And then expires
Against the love you take, you hold
But that doesn't hold on
Against the trace that blurs
Behind you
Get up, the young

Me at your shoulder
I return to fight
Against the sternness overthrowing us
To make some noise
That could even awaken the dead
To return brilliance
To the emerald in you
To give back dawn
The beauty of the morning sun
Tell me that we still burn
Tell me that the hope still burns that you cling to
For you don't know about the force and the fire
That I see in your eyes...
Get up, the young!

When you see them crying of pain
In every street corner
How they deject us
Infusion in the vein
Man, you can't keep me any longer
In the shadow of the light beam!

Tell me, my friend, when will the tide come in?

The countercultures are always reverse
Their mouths are like trash cans on TV...
Since politics' last hour has come
Now the dreams come into their own
The utopic ones...

To make our DNA
A little more appropriate
To make of sand
A little more than dust
In this sad country
You know that some day
You'll have to kill the father
Raise your voice!
Get up, the young

Always surf on the wave
In the Indian moonlight
In the soul
In the hole of the loins
You've got to sharpen your knife
Because only in battle we are free
I ask you, please free yourself from this doleful sleep
Because you've got to draw a balance and develop sales here
Our love is on the brink
Can't you hear the chanting of the dead tonight
Can't you see the sky within reach?
Get up, the young

Like peals of laughter
Come to comfort sadness
Like a breath of future
Comes to fan the blaze
Like a perfume of suffering
Reviving the flames
When you've fallen into the abyss you no longer know where your soul is
Get up, the young
Against life that comes, that goes
And then loses us
Against the love you take, you hold
And that you finally burry
Against the trace that blurs
Behind you

Get up, the young!

S'EN ALLER - LEAVE

Leave, hand in hand
Leave before the bells toll
Forget that we don't count here
Forget that we're scared
Love beneath the half moon
And make love on the dunes
While watching the stars
Saving our ideal
And then follow the swallows
Because the dove's in the fire
Love will be our heaven
My love, you will be my tomb
We don't need their dollars
Only your dreams and his guitar
This is the night of independence
This is the night of rebirth

Because we love each other
And because I still believe it
When you say you love me
That you love me till love
That you love me till death
As long as we're still breathing

Leave, hand in hand
Leave, follow the lights
Forget that we don't count here
Forget the fear here
Make love on the roof of skyscrapers
Stretch out your thumb to the planes
While watching the apocalypse
While waiting for the end of the eclipse
And then follow the swallows
Because the dove's in the fire
Love will be our heaven
My love, you will be my tomb
We don't need their dollars
Only your dreams and his guitar
This is the night of independence
This is the night of rebirth

Because we love each other
And because you still believe it
When I tell you I love you
That I love you till love
That I love you till death
As long as we're still breathing

Leave, hand in hand
Leave before the bells toll
Forget that we don't count here
Forget that we're scared
Love beneath the half moon
And make love on the dunes
While we're watching the stars
And saving our ideal

ON A PAS LA THUNE - WE'VE GOT NO MONEY

From time immemorial we're wandering
Both without a history
Seeing your stunning face
Straight into randomness
Beneath the comets and the fires
Leaning on the counter
Yeah, we take ourselves
For gods
It's important to believe in it

We've got no money but hope
No bucks but desire
The important thing, my friend
Is to go to the end of the night
Of course there are idiots in power
Where will that lead us?
Spend the night on the pavement
Walking in the dark

In the night in front of the horizon
Out of blood and ivory
In front of hell and wars
Right between the black hole
The meetings and good-byes are over
Gone through the filter
We tell ourselves that it's just a game
A rollercoaster on the fair

We've got no money but hope
No bucks but desire
The important thing, my friend
Is to go to the end of the night
Of course there are idiots in power
Where will that lead us?
Spend the night on the pavement
Walking in the dark

We've got no money but hope
No bucks but desire
The important thing, my friend
Is to go to the end of the night
Still there are idiots in power
Where will that lead us?
Hanging out on the pavement at night
Yeah, walking in the dark

ALICE - ALICE

You're a ray of light!
In the sunlight we leave the club
I stumble and you hold
My hand to your breast

In the midst of pigeons
We'll be travelers!

In the night of garbageman
You give away your heart
You say come to the field
The chosen one of my soul
To make Paris sing
So let's walk a bit...

Alice on the edge of dreams
When she makes the hand melt
For a trip through the wonders
And god in your arms!

Sitting on the roof rail
The apocalypse is finally coming...
Our hearts in Montmartre
This santuary in your hands

Exhausted but calm
On the roof of the city
We scream out the silence
So you can no longer hear anything

The gorge of the metro
Swallowed our love
We follow those
Whose eyes are closed

Escape from the hospital!
Insects in the night!
The light
Is dead but so what

Alice on the edge of dreams
I'd like to travel with you
To the wonders
And god in your arms

Alice...

LE CAVALIER SANS TÊTE - THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

I'm wandering like a stone
Thrown between high-risers
I'm crossing the plain like a silent breath
I'm walking like a flame under burning snow
Which cannot be extinguished

I wasn't given neither arms nor tears in my eyes
Just this black steel horse and this body with no face
I've got the soul of a child and the memory of the old
Eternity is long when you walk without a heart

I'm the headless horseman
And I'm looking for love
Through the storm
I'm searching the day
I'm looking for the flame
Which will enlighten
My soul

Down from my mount
On misty stairs
I'm hearing the cries of those who have lost their love
So suddenly I envy those who have tears in their eyes
Who cry oceans of tears to drown themselves therein

The one who wanted to make me immortal
Made, indeed, my armor invincible but he forgot the heart
For my soul was laid into a steely shroud
I bear the dolor of all mankind

Sometimes, my friend, I dream that by chance in the cities
I meet a woman with two hearts
Who just out of love would share her being
Breathing some life into my sad infinity

I'm the headless horseman
And I'm looking for love
Through the storm
I'm searching the day
I'm looking for the flame
Which will enlighten
My soul

PUTAINS VOUS M'AUREZ PLUS - BITCHES YOU'RE RID OF ME

My friend, take my lantern, I lost my flame
My love has left
She threw my soul to the nothing, leaving me with my heart empty
Turning fertile downpours
Into aridity
And the horror of this world is nothing compared
To what love does to those
Who believe that twosome they can forget the sadness down here
And that loneliness down here
Is the last supper

She had black eyes in which you can see the blue
Taking it for the sea, in which you can see God
Which touch the sky with their fingertips
But in the end you're always
Alone in a sea of tears, with salt in your throat
And salt in the wound of this tattooed heart
With her name, yelled into whine glasses
While telling yourself, why, life's been nothing but
A bitch

My friend, look at me, my heart is breaking
The memory of her eyes glued to my skin
And in the bars of the harbour I look for black magic
To free my body the way I was dumped
And the smiles of the girls no longer bother me
And I start to think that men who love other men
Have solved the problem, tell me after all, what do they have what we don't?
If it's not the force which makes them forget you
This horror inside them, yeah, the monster that screams when they make love to you
You know they won't forget that it's only towards nature that they keep their word

To all those made prisoners in their arms
I feel for you and I sympathize with those fools who like me
Won't end the night
I tell you bitches
You're rid of me!

 That I may die the moment I feel like
Putting my head into the serpent's mouth
Letting my heart be crucified
For a pretty smile with their flowers' scent
Marguerites and tulips, from rose to lilac
You know my friend, in my opinion they own everything down here
When they show you heaven, when they tell you they love you
They've got everything
The scent of chrsysanthemums
Farewell the nice
Farewell those for whom I cry
Farewell the damned who took my light
Who threw my eyes and yours into blackness, to the singing of the swans!
And the beauties?
They may die
I can no longer suffer this game killing us
My god, I'm sick of this heart no longer beating
And that always throws itself at the feet of the false blondes
Who take us to the top
Who take us to the grave

TOI TU DIS QUE T'ES BIEN SANS MOI - YOU SAY THAT YOU'RE FINE WITHOUT ME

You must be in the garden
Or maybe at the sea
Letting your mind wander
Like a skipping stone
It must be summer where you are
While it is winter here
There on the other side
Of the hemisphere

You say that you're fine without me
And that it's too cold deep in my arms
You say that you're fine that you're fine that you're fine without me
And yet there's something why I don't believe it

You threw me to the wind
To the bitter wind
Left me with my mother
Yeah you fled my light
But you kept my shadow
It will follow you wherever you go
Even if you don't want it
Cause I know that it's free
That it's free with you

You say that you're fine without me
And that it's too cold deep in my arms
You say that you're fine that you're fine that you're fine without me
And yet there's something why I don't listen

ALBUM J'ACCUSE (2010)

LES ANARCHITECTURES - ANARCHITECTURES

To the lambs slaughtered in the distance
To the remote chant of the cock
To the edge of the vast cornfields
Humanity,  their fists united
Urged to the skirts of the forest
The little thumbling asks himself why
His parents abandoned him
In the fierce wind of the communicating
Of all our temples the churches
No longer have the grandness of cathedrals
In the times of anarchitectures
And slingshots hitting the walls
The bags full of marbles have taken to their heels
And the romances in the corners of the throstles
All those things of a different time
Damn, I can no longer see the shore

Because you've got to accept the time
Evolution's dropping constantly
With the tackiness of the traders
Freedom for our children
He'll be well-prepared, that's for sure
To talk about the entire world
But he'll certainly have nothing to say
Than what he sees on the screens
Naturally the bourgeoisie will know
How to protect it's feathers
When the poeple will see its wings
Bruised by the hits of the anvil

The time of the scholars is up
As is the time of the popular
The time of the litterateurs is up
Over the bank accounts
And the lilac in the bushes
The time of the lilies of the valleys is forgotten
I see nothing but chrysanthemums
And orthography
In poems
The Latin roots are finished
Under the good pretext of our origins
The holy paroles are over
Say hello to dork lingo
It's over with the neither-good-god-nor-master
It's time for the client to appear
The time of our youth is up
The chant of the nightingale is over
It's over with the hail-my-brother
The hour of electric fields has come
Subscribe, you stupid people
To an access to other idiots via satellite
For a free exchange of nothing
Of course everyone can add his two cents
That's the freedom of being dull
The freedom
Of being ignorant
Everyone's equal at the carnival
I know, my friend, it hurts
That's freedom of speech
That's freedom of speech
To exclaim in all the suburbs
Especially in all the racks
Our weaknesses and our debates
On our sad identities

Hello my brother form the suburb
Hello Bérurier
I can't make it out anything around
Except sadness for a low price
Hello my brother from the banlieue
You, whom they let decay
In the consumer's ghetto
In the illiterate's ghetto

Hello woman in action
Whose fight has become rusty
What else can I tell you than that at present time
Feminism hasn't got the balls

Hello my star in the distance
The enlightened one of our paths
Will, this I know, soon light up
If we don't lose its trace
Vigilance for all our spirits
And fire from all the journalism
For you always have to fight
Against new temples
Against fascism

PILULE - PILL

I get up and I take sleeping pills
I get on the metro, in the crowd I dream of travelling
To distant lands where it's hot, on the other side of the world
Far away from this work that kills me and that digs my grave
I get up and I take sleeping pills
The days are all the same and it's fucking sad to die
When you've got nothing but the check at the end of the month
The TV, the sofa and the credit that you have to pay

I go along the streets, go to places where you don't expect me
Those whom I look into the eyes, no, they don't see me
I talk to nondescript people like me
Slaves with muzzles thinking all the more
I feign death, I pretend to be proud, I pretend to exist
But in the shadow of the mirror I see only sadness
Paranoid on the streets, fuck, I talk to myself
Addicted to money I run straight into the grave
Out of gold, please, thus I'd like to be buried
But my money is just enough for a common grave
One day, that's true, I'll get myself a rifle
And I'll go on the street, if you move you're dead
In the coop they'll blow a bullet through my head
Well fuck, that won't be worse than my fucking everyday life

I get up and I take sleeping pills
I get in the metro, in the crowd I dream of travelling
To distant lands where it's hot, on the other side of the world
Far away from this work that kills me and that digs my grave

I have friends, I have lovers, I don't know their names
We all surf the web, sure that we're trapped inside
Sure that we're nothing but emptiness, but wind
Sure that we're nothing, nothing but dead, but undead
I dream of meeting the Miami girls one day
And the stations follow each other, but I get out in Vitry
I spit at the walls of the metro corridors
But the nation stalks me, but the nation stalks me
I'm a dead man, caught between four walls
I am I am I am a modern man
I bang my head against the wall and try to escape
But the watchtowers stalk me, but the watchtowers stalk me

I know that they stalk me up there from their satellites
In my dreams of America I dare to escape
What awaits me tomorrow? The knife
The knife in my back
On the inside I know that they want to knock me off
Three days in the metro, I become the brute
To the slaughter
On all fours they'll bring me down on my back
Like they did with our parents

So as to a fucking shareholder can swim with the dolphins

I get up and I take sleeping pills
I get in the metro, in the crowd I dream of travelling
To distant lands where it's hot, on the other side of the world
Far away from this work that kills me and that digs my grave
I get up and I take sleeping pills
The days are all the same and it's fucking sad to die
When you've got nothing but the check at the end of the month
The TV, the sofa and the credit that you have to pay

Amphetamine in Lexomil, ecstasy in Valium
The heroin of my nights, acid in chewing gums
Pills for mum, antidepressants
Viagra for the old and calmatives for the kids
It's always antipsychotics, sure that we're looking for the day
When we'll see the light within all this back light
The society is lost, our love on calmatives
Sleeping in the heart of the losers' metro
Tell me, when will be the day that we'll recover our flame?
Everything's finished here, Paris is no longer Paris
At the left wing extremists of equity, at the anarchists of my homeland
There are flickering TVs
And willing girls

Satellite ecstasy
Sleeping pills in my spirit
Will I get to see the Miami girls one day?
Modern times in the mine, I want to know who I am
You'll have to pay the price for a bit of sun
Porn and joints no longer affect me
I breathe fire and brimstones in the face of fate
The metro stations are my only way
In the acid rain under the drops
At night I'm lingering like a wolf in the steppe
Who'll replace the venom in the vein?

And I ask the stars
To whom I'd give my body
In the fucking clubs
I go on the dancefloors
In the fucking clubs
I go on the dancefloors

CIGARETTE - CIGARETTE

There was a time we listened to The Clash
There was a time there were covings in the cafés
There was a time we used to be like the Solidarnosc
I live by the river

There was a time we were red in our hearts
Yeah, without a party, but loyal souls
There was a time the flames turned us blue
I live by the river

Our education is uniformed
Always between bread and dough
The kids no longer dream of walking on the moon
They want to know how to make some money

There was a time the girls raised their fists
Today it's rather dropped panties
When I grow up I want to be a blow up doll
So that millions of people can jerk off on my soul on the screen

There was a time we dreamed of other things
Other things than the gods of community
Today everything is different in the same shit
Today it's each to his own and fuck you

There was a time we had brilliant ideas
There was a time we dared liberty
Today we only dare to save our ass
While approaching the one next to us

There was a time Paris used to be Paris
There was a time the girls were pretty
There was a time, what shall I say, we had dreams
There was a time we fought
In the cafés

In the ashes inside the ashtray
Baby, there's something fishy
You, you no longer go to the bars
You ended in smoke
When we shared the flame
You and I
Mouth to mouth
And our orphaned mouths
Which have nothing left to suck on
Which can only wet the emptiness
Baby, you left me all alone
You know, I'll always miss
Those nights when you said
Turn me on
Turn me on
Let me come between your lips
And then burn until I slip and die inside your mouth
Until I die
To the light of our love
Like a butt on velvet
In the ashes inside the ashtray
One should die
And wear me down
Between your lips
When we rise into heaven
Against the gravity of this world
Baby, when you come
When you make the oxygen burn
When you do good inside my veins
When you swallow and consume
When we talk to god
When our fires extinguish
The blaze in the sky
When I can do nothing but to cease
Then turn me on again

You're my nicotine
You're my oxygen
You're my fire
When you dig my grave
When I take you, when I turn you on, then you want me to swallow
When you feel the fire inside of you you say you're fine
In the violence of our love, sure, as a butt on velvet
We'll end in smoke, my love, with our eyes shut
I inhale you and you excite me until we exhale
Where are we going, do we know, no, certainly not to France
My love, we became criminal in public spaces
The smoky nights are over
And the dancing gitanes [fr. gitane = gipsy, cigarette brand]

And the dancing
Gitanes

DES P'TITS SOUS - SMALL CHANGE

Little neurons in the brain
Which disappear from day to day
In the copse there are small discussions
Little kings on the fowl run

The little ones hiding, the little ones who are hidden
The little ones on which you decide by pitch-and-toss
The little ones who'll grow a belly
Little cashiers at the Carrefours

Small problems of recession
Little ministers sent to prison
The little ones paying your rent
The little ones for society

Type type on your keyboards
Morticians in class
You have to see how the little ones are dressed
The are brands on their legs

Little insects on the flowers
Little bugs in the computers
The little ones for water, the little ones for air
The little ones who pollute the atmosphere

Change, change, who wants small change?
Change, change, we want small change, come on
Change, change, who wants small change? Me, me!
Change, change, always small change?

The little Chinese on the paddy field
The planet's got  a hangover
In the factories, at the machines
While the people labor
Type type on your keyboards
In the matrix you get raped
Yeah, that bit which is left of humanity
Against karma in satin
There are resistance fighters in the living rooms
Dandies and those who know how to behave
Who smell of the sweat of all the others
Fighters of the windmill
Son of a bitch, king's child
Random sons, my own son
Everyone on the prowl for change
For a small tip, for big notes

The little ones made behind our backs
The little ones sold on the market
The little ones, sure, who make little ones themselves
Like stupidity multiplying

Your small check at the end of the month
No, it won't multiply
Like the cynism in the smiles
Of the little hypocrites in the parties

Small problems of recession
Little ministers sent to prison
The little ones paying your rent
The little ones for society

The little ones making the fat ones fatter
Making the little ones even smaller
So that the little one hasn't got a choice
The poor, than to make little ones himself
Yeah, yeah

Change, change, who wants small change?
Change, change, we want small change, come on
Change, change, who wants small change? Me, me!
Change, change, I want

Little girls as flat as flat as pancakes
Selling a little perfume
To little girls who only dream of
Dressing up as sluts
Little babies, all naked, all beautiful
How nice to see them in the ads
To sell them little culchies
The pleasure of minerals
Type type on your keyboards
Everyone's on the prowl for change
For a small tip, for big notes
At the auctions, on the markets

Change, change, who wants small change?
Change, change, we want small change, come on
Change, change...
Always change

SONNEZ TOCSIN DANS LES CAMPAGNES - TOLL THE TOCSINS IN THE COUNTRY

Toll the tocsins in the country
Forward march, comrades
Delves of spade and outlooks
Between the sky and the cement
Cocktails in cars
Special forces in a round dance
Certainly no one will go to paradise
Besides those who burn in alcohol
Our safe alleys
Seem like graveyards
Viruses rioting on the hemispheres
And iPhones stuck in the sphincter
Our alcoves are satellite-controlled
Who am I between the virgins
Lead me to the storm
The brakes failed on the hillside

Toll the tocsins in the country
Forward march, comrades
Between illusory ballots
And the screams from the shambles
For here they fear everything
Mayflies over the great lakes
Once this land was a fire of cultures
Sleeping pills against anger
You need band-aids for misery
The young were nursed at the breast
Of the dictatorships of our needs
Of the rulers' cynism
Because the good people is content
Because they cry for police in all directions
Especially to protect the money
Spring to arms, citizen of tears
What can I say except from that it's time
To free the horizons
From our military array
Ahead of us lies the future
For something better within reach of our fists
And spring under snowflakes
There's hope in our songs
So let's march to the great road
Under burnt out shadows
To make the sulfur content rise
In the channels of the nice quarters
In the fairy tales for my kids
The loneliness is on pain killers
And the police in the paradise
Of a world dying on credit

To the lambs slaughtered in the distance
To the remote chant of the cock
At the edge of the vast cornfields
My country is rising its fist
Urged to the skirts of the forest
The little thumbling asks himself why
His parents abandoned him
In the fierce wind of the communicating
The time of the scholars is up
As is the time of the popular
The time of the litterateurs is up
The Latin roots are finished
Under the good pretext of our origins
The holy paroles are over
It's over with the neither-good-god-nor-master
The chant of the nightingale is over
Forgotten the time of the lilies of the valley
It's over with the hail-my-brother
Welcome, paradisiac times
On the bank accounts

Spring to arms, citizen of tears
What can I say except from that it's time
To free the horizons
From our military array
Ahead of us lies the future
For something better within reach of our fists
And spring under snowflakes
There's hope in our songs
So let's march to the great road
Under burnt out shadows
To make the sulfur content rise
In the channels of the nice quarters
In the fairy tales for my kids
The loneliness is on pain killers

And carbon

In the shipwrecks
The oil tankers are looking for the beach

J'ACCUSE - I ACCUSE

You need diesel in your car
A debit card in the pussy
You need turkey for christmas
You need to tan on vacation
You need flat rates, you need flat rates
To forget the loneliness
You need to see chicks on TV
Need pills to get hard
Need weed in your tobacco
You should stop smoking
In the gym on the machines
You need to pant for air, to trim
Got to use the cross-walk
You mustn't drive drunk
You need to spend your change
Need relations for the kids
Got to be like a doll
Got to appear on TV
To join the round dance of those
Who earn the money

I walk across wide spaces
Haven't got enough, but got to pay
I run for the accessories
And the infinite stupiditiy
The people speak ill
The people are daft
At least as daft as me
They are taken in, they are being fucked
Sure to bear their children
Via hologram
Love letters via satellites
But those idiots can't read
Worse, they can't eat
GMOs in baby bottles
Yeah, even better, there'll be less fools
When they die during their mutation
Swine flu attacks the pigs

Oh no, man doesn't descend from apes
Rather from rams

Got to use the cross-walk
You mustn't drive drunk
Need to spend your change
You need relations for the kids
Got to be like a doll
Got to appear on TV
Got to join the round dance of those
Who earn the money

Apparently you've got to fire teachers
And soial workers
Officials who are no good
Nurses for 1000€
This earns the share holders
Health and hospitals
Let yourself be medicated in England
Look at the mouth of their metro
Got to get along with it
They blew our transactions
We let ourselves be fucked in the ass
By our needs, our religions
Got to throw your mobile into the toilet
And smash your TV
Got to handcuff
Every news host

I accuse
With my megaphone at the assembly
I accuse
With my megaphone at the assembly

You need diesel in your car
A debit card in the pussy
Need turkey for christmas
You need to tan on vacation
You need flat rates, you need flat rates
To forget the loneliness
Need to see chicks on TV
You need pills to get hard
You need weed in your tobacco
You should stop smoking
In the gym on the machines
You need to pant for air, you need to trim
I walk across wide spaces
Haven't got enough, but got to pay
I run for the accessories
And the infinite
Stupiditiy

LULA - LULA

Woke up late again
Yes, the sheets are empty
Without a word my dancer
Has gone on tiptoe
I grabbed my gun
Lula, I'm going mad
Damn, if I ever find you
Did anybody here see my love?
She's got black eyes and a hot body
She likes to work out here, a delicious body
Like an appetizer between her loins

I've lost everything, lost my love
In my bottle, call for help
I've only got the dawn
And the memory of the time with her ass

I searched all the bars
All the village pubs
All the rat holes
All the hot clubs
I screamed your namke
Into the whirl
Of the night, I'm sure
She'll enter saturday evening contets
Driving without seat belt
In the back seat
The girls like to dance
Saturday evening love
In the back, as a dancer
Driving without seat belt
Saturday evening love
In the back of cars
She'll surely dance

Did anyone here  meet my love
She's got sad eyes and the body of Christ
She likes to work out here, a delicious body
To offer the dogs the emptiness between her loins
I've lost my love in a claret glass
She drowned me
She left me at the harbor of the sad
She moved far away
She let me go under
Lula Lula
It will come to a bad end
When you wander off at night
Into the beds of who do I know

My whore has gone
To the quarters, to the bars
In the spiral pussies
Into the heat of girls
In the streets I chase the shadows of the sun
In the dozing fire
Which will save my soul
When she's all naked
When the suns of my nights
With her burn

Lula's gone
Lula's gone
I believe she's gone
To the clubs, to the parties
Lula's gone
Lula's gone
I believe she's gone
Lula's gone

To the clubs, to the parties
To the clubs, to the parties
I believe she's gone

To the clubs, to the parties

REGARDER LES FILLES PLEURER - WATCHING THE GIRLS CRY

Whether they're Florentine
Or from Argentina
Little French girls
With good manners
Whether they're from the Chinese Sea
Or from the bottom of England

Whether they've got red hair or black skin
Whether they're Indian or a one-night stand
When they've got Christ in their soul
When they're nice to take
Whether they're rich in soul
Or poor in spirit
From a good family
Or from the streets
Whether they're called
Philomène or Eglantine
Whether they look like the shadow of Marilyn

When they're alone at the bar, so one could think they were nuns
Who lost their church, who've got nothing but men
To hope to encounter god
To wipe away the rain in their eyes
I, I love to watch
To watch the girls cry
That makes me happy

Whether they've got no brains
Whether they're writers, philosophers of their time
When they're worried, when they're a little bit like me
When they're all fragile like sleeping water

When they sell their body for a few coins
When you make the rules, when they say yes to everything
When they believe that they're free, when they run
Into the arms of a smart ass, when they give themselves away

Whether they're from Byzantium or from Syracuse
From Belgrade, whether they're those who don't cry anymore
Whether they stroll under the sun of Moscow, whether they
Play the marquises of the night, girls ready for anything

Whether they're peasants or daughters of the minister
Desperate workers in the anthill
Whether they work in the factory, whether they're girls of the air
Whether they're just as slutty as their mothers
I, I love to watch
The girls
Cry, that makes me happy

In the city
In the country
I sneak like a murderer in the country
And with a knife I cut the smiles
On the cheeks of the princesses

I'm just a poor boy, they call me the idiot
The one who scares the brute, who hurts the birds
But you shouldn't believe that, you know, I'm not bad
I just seem clumsy, I just don't know
How to tell the girls
How to tell the girls
But when I see the tears falling down their cheeks
But when I see the tears falling down their cheeks
I'd like to tell them that they're beautiful
And that they must not cry for a jerk
And that they should stop being so stupid
And to always fall in love
With the one they don't need, and that I, if they wanted me
That I'd always be nice to them
But they girls don't want us to be nice, they don't like that

In the city...

When they're alone at the bar or on the pavement
Tortured by centuries of history
When you look a little closer
You can be sure
That it's them who beared
And always will bear the cross of the world

On their wings

LES COURS DES LYCÉES - CLASSES

He gets up, thinks of it again
Doesn't talk to his parents
He takes the bus, his MP3 player
Metal booms in his ears
He wachtes the life of all the people who go straight to the slaughter
This uselessness sometimes overpowering us, so you begin to see hope
The cheerleaders got eyes like black suns
They smell of cheeseburgers
Ready to be eaten
They smell of bank cards
The repeating class rooms
The teachers who all seem to be stoned
There are matrices at the black boards
Too many unknowns in the equation
On the bus, in the tram
In class
In the factories of the unemployed
Yeah, in the staff room
They are tired, they are surrounded
Pass on the sponge or let it fall
Take the gloves, box your way through
At the demonstrations, the cocktail evenings
At the parties in the sun
Got to see the level of music
And social structures
Got to listen to their radio programmes
What they talk about during break
Got to see the flashing strings
In school, the more vulgar the teens are
The wetter become the bodies of our armies
That's Gucci, that's a goddamn taste
That's the syndrome of our era
That's Chanel, that's D&G
You get all dolled up and you like it
Always consumable
Tell me, when do we get to fuck something else
Than bulletproof vests
Than the painful truth
On the bus, in the tram
In class
In the factories of the unemployed
Yeah, in the staff room
They are tired, they are surrounded
Pass on the sponge or let it fall
Take the gloves, box your way through
At the demonstrations, the cocktail evenings
At the parties in the sun
Sure, in kiddie land
It's Gucci, there's some goddamn taste
Woe to the one who speaks from the heart
That's not in fashion in these times
Who flows through our families
The education of our kids
On the market for textiles
You've got to make money
The cheerleaders got eyes like black suns
They smell of cheeseburgers, ready to be eaten
They smell of bank cards
You make your mark to forget
The damn life you left
At the demonstrations, the cocktail evenings
At the parties in the sun
On the bus, in the tram
In class
At the demonstrations, the cocktail evenings
At the parties in the sun
In the factories of the unemployed
In the staff room
In the frailness of our gleam
Woe to the one who speaks from the heart
On the bus, in the tram
In class
At the demonstrations, the cocktail evenings
At the parties
In the sun

LES PRINTEMPS - SPRING

A house, a garden
A flowerpot, a boyfriend
A job good for nothing
And pills for your dog
You know what you#re destined for
Of course you'll have all the essential
A way that'll lead straight ahead
To the rest home

In my car in the traffic
Should forget the panic
Paranoia in the brain
Paranoia in the metros
Paris naked beneath the stars
Which only appears wanting to disappear
To the other side of Atlantis
To brave the void

A wire dancer between the skyscrapers
I'm mocking the mirages
The pursuit planes and the suns
The appearance and the privilege
Societies in vacuo
Supermarket love
But the crowd is addicted
To the nothing they are promised
Do you see the spring?
I don't see it coming
Tell me, can you hear it?
The great depression closing in

I see mushrooms at sea
Spiders on the hemisphere
The moon's got the blues and the surfers
Are on they trajectory of luck
Bali, Paris, they are alike
Not seen, not caught in the ambulance
The girls look like flutes

Execute me on your fields
Crucify reality and appearance
Tell me, where are we going, do you know
Sure, to abandoned oceans
Navigator with the winds
I'm marching naked through the torrents
The pirates don't scare me
Since you're in my heart

You know, I see the spring
In every child bristling with anger
In every car that's burned
In every word of affection that's said
In every local yokel
Who'll find his Marguerite
Every time a lump of rock manages
To leave the eclipse

Do you see the spring?
The one painting our earth in light
Do you hear them?
The slumbering flower buds
Do you see the spring?
The one letting the streams
Float into the ocean tides
Got to reset the counters to 0

Mustn't drive at 55
Mustn't smoke in a café
Mustn't be drunk on the streets
Mustn't go for a walk all naked
Mustn't cross the frontiers
Mustn't drink from rivers
There's a tollgate on every street corner
Every bullshit's got its packaging
Mustn't make love outside
Mustn't sing in the metro
Mustn't find a job
Mustn't love girls from the streets
Only allowed to shut up
Only allowed to end up all alone
Straight in the coffin

In this insignifance around
On this market of idiocy
In the way of what you are
In the perversion of liberty
In the thesis and the antithesis
In the red heat of the blaze
Tell me when you look down to the bottom
Of the horizon of foul weather

Do you see the spring?
The one painting our earth in light
Do you hear them?
The slumbering thorns of the flower
Do you see the spring?
The one making the streams float
Between the fingers into the torrents
Of course our boats are drunk

Do you see the spring?

Our loves that we feed
To the ocean tides
Letters stay dead literature

MARGUERITE - MARGUERITE

When I first saw Marguerite
I told myself what a strange name
And that it's not really the season
To make love on the fields
My heart is a chrysanthemum
And my soul is sad

When I first saw Marguerite
Marguerite told me
Don't come too close
See, I didn't listen
And I stand there like an idiot
Plucking the petals
Of Tulipe and Camélia
Of Rose and Lila

When I first saw Marguerite
I wondered where she come from
And what a strange first name that was
Emerged from another time
And then I don't really like flowers
And then I don't like anything that smells good
I favor joints over petals
And a little bit the alcohol

Marguerite is my electric shock
She's my thunderclap
She's my gloom
Not really a good lover
But always a bull's eye
She's like a nocturnal scent
Tasting of the crack of dawn
Because she never says I love you
Never, without a doubt
Freedom within reach
Between the hammer and the amboss
She's the firefly in the night
She's like driving without a license

Marguerite
The marguerite

When I first saw Marguerite
It was like flipping me off
A disobedience saying
I have neither god nor master nor anyone else
Like an uphold finger
To all the gods, to all the followers
She's solidarity between the workers
And liberty of the heart
When you knock at her door
Then it's because we're all a little out of work
And I stand there like an idiot
Plucking the petals
Of Tulipe and Camélia
Of Rose and Lila
Marguerite is as pretty
As a car crash
As a heavy weight without brakes
Marguerite is crazy
And it's true that I love it
When she makes the dishes fly
When she drives me crazy
When she says that she doesn't like my songs

Marguerite is my electric shock
She's my thunderclap
She's my gloom
Not really a good lover
But always a bull's eye
She's like a nocturnal scent
Tasting of the crack of dawn
Margeurite is my black, my red, my
Sleepless nights
She's like a train that gets lost but that
Doesn't stop at the stations
She's the firefly in the night
She's like driving without a license
Marguerite is not the right one
But gosh, she feels so right
Almost as right as Marie
And she's not as naughty
I'd like to devote her my religion
I'd like to devote her my horizon
I can surely die tomorrow
As long as she harbors me between her haunches

She's like a corsair, like a dog
With a hurting pad
Marguerite tastes of the sea, she's got the freshness of the rivers
The buzz of tequila
She's a little Mexican
A little French as well
She's anything that you want her to be
Anything that is somewhat within reach
She leads you to the other side of the world
Just when she opens her lids
Marguerite is my electric shock, my thunderclap

Marguerite is my electric shock
She's my thunderclap
She's my gloom
Not really a good lover
But always a bull's eye
She's like a nocturnal scent
Tasting of the crack of dawn
Because she never says I love you
Never, without a doubt
Freedom within reach
Between the hammer and the amboss
She's the firefly in the night
She's like driving without a license
Marguerite is as pretty
As a car crash
As a heavy weight without brakes
Marguerite is crazy
And it's true that I love it
When she makes the dishes fly
When she drives me crazy
When she says that she doesn't like my songs

On A TOUS UNE LULA - WE ALL HAVE A LULA

On the back tires of my yellow tricycle
I'm bunking to the other side of the world
Smoke a cigarette with me
Do you have matches
To set fire in their country
Do you know Molotovs
And tell me, do you know
Whether we all end up in paradise?

I walk at night, when it's late
Between the ghosts and the clouds
I ask the poeple on the street
Ask whether they've seen you
I knock at doors and nothing happens
I scream out your name in the streets
On the back tires of my tricycle
I'd like to see the sea
Everyone tells me that you've disappeared
In the arms of the apocalypse
That you passed like an eclipse
On my tricycle of broken hearts
I'm driving all naked through the alleys
I'd like to smoke a cigarette
But there's no sulfur in the matches

We all have a Lula in our hearts
We all have a razor blade
To cut our hearts
And my dirty mug in the mirror
Lula, you know when you're not there
You know, I only fool around
On the back tires of my tricycle
I'd like to see the sea

She was blonde, she was brunette
How would I know, it was dark
And fuck, I was drunk
I had too many bad ideas
She went away to follow dawn
In the twilight, between alcohol and tabs
Between the high-risers, the wire dancers
I'm bungee jumping
I'm skydiving
To ask the sea gulls whether they've seen spring go by
They tell me you were in America
That you were gone just like that
That you had taken the train to another city
So I'm looking for other girls

We all have a Lula in our hearts
We all have a razor blade
To cut our hearts
And my dirty mug in the mirror
Lula

I force myself to search the clubs
I let myself being chased by assholes
In the moonlit nights I find myself a boat
I do somersaults between the dunes
Out of concrete, I'm in a bad mood
I find myself with my mug in the dust
And there are cops in every street corner
I didn't say anything so they could accost me

On the back tires of my yellow tricycle
I'm bunking to the other side of the world
Smoke a cigarette with me
Do you have matches
To set fire in their country
Do you know Molotovs
And tell me, do you know
Whether we all end up in paradise
We all have a Lula in our hearts
We're a bit like aviators

On the back tires of my tricycle
I'd like to see the sea

TRICYCLE JAUNE - YELLOW TRICYCLE

With the wind on my yellow tricycle
I drive through the metro corridors
And the wind may sough, he and I are
Like undestructible flames

Around the world I'll go with you
If you want to, sitting side-saddle behind me
I don't need a Harley Davidson
On my yellow tricycle

On my yellow tricycle
On my yellow tricycle
Come on, I take you for a ride
Come on, I take you for a ride
On my yellow tricycle

When night falls on the highways
So as to all the unpoetic people laugh up their sleeves
To see me pedalling like a galley slave
On my yellow tricycle

I think of the poeple in the metro
Who are digging their own graves
When we fly over the cities
On the wings of the yellow tricycle

On my yellow tricycle
On my yellow tricycle
Come on, I take you for a ride
Come on, I take you for a ride
On my yellow tricycle

When the apocalypse heralds the end
So as to there are traffic jams at the toll plazas
You'll see one driving past
It'll be the yellow tricycle

MESSINA

BETTY - BETTY

You can stab my heart to the heart of my soul
To leave the blade there, Betty, you can
Yeah, you can shred the skin
Go from port to port, get drunk
(...)
In love like in war
You can play the game of those making the fuel burn, making the silence cry
Giving meaning to our nights
And if love is black
As black as Betty
Then go for despair
In my nights at Betty's
And if to love means to be black
And if love is Betty
Then draw hope from it
That she'll say again
Have another drink

You can lose yourself in different bodies, from night to dawn
Yeah, in many other beds, Betty
Of course I'll crawl at your feet with a bloodstained heart
Of my soul gone blind, still asking for more love
Yeah, Betty, you can still turn me on like a fire making the night burn
Before being extinguished
Betty, don't let me go out, I'll stay here, wordless, soundless, listening to the screams you're letting out
With others than me
Betty is America
But without the stupidity
Like a night of love
Yeah, but without the next day
It's like smiling at life, Betty
Betty is beauty
Betty is infinity
Betty is poetry
Yeah, Betty is Betty
And if love is black
As black as Betty
Then go for the despair
That she'll say again
Have another drink
Have another drink...

Yeah, Betty, on the sheets of others you'll find the port
Yeah, Betty, on the sheets it's the other kings of love being sidelined
Betty is America
But without the stupidity
Like a night of love
Yeah, but without the next day
It's like smiling at life, Betty
Betty is beauty
Betty is infinity
Betty is poetry
And if love is black
As black as Betty
Then go for the despair
That she'll say again
And if love is black
As black as Betty
Then go for the despair
That she'll say again
Have another drink
Have another drink

MARIE - MARY

Don't leave me, Mary
In this dull bar
In the herat of the storm
My head's really aching

Don't leave me, Mary
Surrounded by corpses
Surrounded by horizons
Looking like walls, where's the adventure?

And don't say it's over, Mary
That we've got nothing left to say
That there's nothing left to write
Nothing left to sing about
Nothing left to discover

That you lost your desire
And that feel like leaving
That you lost your smile, that you can only sigh
But a smile can't be lost

It's only forgotten
By and by

You're too fair, Mary
Much more fairer than Paris, Mary
Much more fairer than the night
Much fairer than Arletty
Much fairer than the children of paradise

And you're so good, Mary
With your peaking breasts
Like cathedraks, you could say Notre Dame
You could say the pyramids

But you know, I'm no pharao
I just write unhappy songs
And you say it so often
That it's not a job
To sing about the horizon
And that you need a house, but you don't need a house

If you've got the horizon
If you've got the horizon

If you want it, Mary
I'll land a job
I'll be banker if need be
And I'll make money

We'll go to America
In the hold of a ship
Illegals, refugees
We'll go as far as the Broadway

Because you like to dance
Because I like to sing
Because I like
To watch your skirt
Making my whole world rotate
Of course we'll be able to remake
Love to eat our hearts completely
In the city of lights

Wake up, Mary
The bar is about to close
Yes, we are the damned
Yes, we are the spoilt
Yes, we are the godforsaken

Wake up, Mary
The innkeeper is about to kick us out
Yes, we are the damned
Yes, we are the spoilt
Yes, we are the desperate

Farewell then, Mary
But don't say it's over, Mary
But don't say I'm finished, Mary
That I'm like manicas, talking to statues
Which I've never believed in

Farewell then, Mary
My heart's buzzing
The broadway's smiling at us

Farewell then, Mary
The broadway's smiling at us
There's a desire in my heart
The broadway in Pairs
The broadway in Pairs
The broadway in Pairs
The broadway in Pairs

LES FILS D'ARTAUD - THE SONS OF ARTAUD

To the flowers of my night
To the lovers in fire
To your watery eyes
To the things happening at the horizon of the eve
Why not to hope?
To those wines keeping warm
To our drunken boats

To the pleasure of the desire to let everything behind with a sigh
To the adieus, to always, to the promises, to love
To melancholy, to our hearts
To the flare, to our fears
To your tired heart, to our flaws, our freedom
To our breathless mouths
Due to having kissed too much

To the resistant taverns, to the alternative children
To the violets, to spring, to obscurity
To the aborescent
To the ships, sunken on the pavements of the doomed
To the chanting of slaves
To those streamless oceans

To the children of Truffaut, to us, the sons of Artaud
To the love without a chapel, to the nights
To eating your bitterness at the corner of the shade
To the arms of our love
To our literary blood
To us both
To the Earth

To an untalented century
To the glory for the quarter of an hour
To your scent of gloom
To loving each other
Under the swansong
The sense of writing, to the sons of literature
The the countries withotu border, to the hammer blows on the nerves
To the armies of the forgotten
To our sore heart, to our embraced bodies
To our sore bodies, to our embraced hearts

A new days begins and I see nothing
But silence on the horizon
I believe that the finch died
In the garden of my childhood
Of course it won't be easy
But with grazes on our hands
We'll keep the memory
Of my finch in the distant
Let's follow the chanting of the wind of plains
It'll lead us to the spring
And who can sing the peasants' song
On the way
We'll be proud, we'll be one
And our blood will be wine
Our love will nourish the Earth
Our infinity stands again their nothingness
Friend, I join you at the table
Oh no, not the king's
But there are loyal souls
And my love will be for you
The vagabonds of the black sun
In the distance of unlighted cities
Have kept hope deep inside of them
That of the wolf in the clearing
Our star tastes of suffering
But it shines like a thousand
Candles in a procession
Banners at the horizon
Let's light up under Ursa Major
No, we're not ready for the grave
We're the sons of renaissance
Under the flag of the libertarians
Under the flag, under the flag
Of the libertarians

MISCELLANEOUS

A BOUT DE SOUFFLE - OUT OF BREATH

Define the possible to defy the impossible
And make my heart explode
Nothing keeps me here
Delay the borders and read your palms
Surf on the oceans
Never touch the ground
Always those highways
Our hearts on the graveyard
In the fire of ideals, their ideals afire

Certainly you will be my death, I hope that you will be again...
Out of breath
Because every night has a dawn
Because Lisa's still singing
Out of breath

You know exactly that we're alive as long as we're innocent
Out of breath
And the Last Judgement may come, we're waiting
Out of breath

It makes no sense to think, the wound won't heal
it makes no sense to flee the battle
But you know it
You reach the top
Until you break down
And you belive in ideas
Oh no, no it's not like that anymore

Certainly you will be my death, I hope that you will be again...
Out of breath
Because every night has a dawn
Because Lisa's still singing
Out of breath

You know exactly that we're alive as long as we're innocent
Out of breath
And the Last Judgement may come, we're waiting
Out of breath

Certainly you will be my death, I hope that you will be again...
Out of breath
Because every night has a dawn
Because Lisa's still singing
Out of breath

AMANDINE I - AMANDINE I

Amandine is a pretty girl
A little twinkling star
Slightly green eyes mixed with blue
Every evening she tries her luck
Nir is school a helping hand
To this fruit defended against all the fond girls

And she shows it as best she can
Her arms raised to the sky
Between the devils and the good gods
She closes her eyes

Say she could have been more
Feel a little less lost
In this needless universe
There are always avenues
Where this beautiful world continues
To dream and to achieve a little more
That's just a misunderstanding

Amandine plays with dolls
But the impress me
She thinks of the one she'll let down
And she dances as best she can
In the arms of one of her gentlemen
Before settling her matters
To not forget the story...

Say she could have been more
Feel a little less lost
In this needless universe
There are always avenues
Where this beautiful world continues
To dream and to achieve a little more
That's just a misunderstanding

And it's just a misunderstanding
[...]
Fall from heaven to the moon
A little star...
[...]
Whether black or white
Deep in our eyes
Say she could have been more
Feel a little less lost
In this needless universe
There are always avenues
Where this beautiful world continues
To dream and to achieve a little more
That's just a misunderstanding
And it's just a misunderstanding

BLACK SKIRT - BLACK SKIRT

Open your eyes to this mad world
Billions of fools, first of all myself
In this lost people
In this sold country
At the sales of currency
And then close your eyes
Open your eyes to my quite dead parents
And their pretty garden
And their pretty car
And my pretty girldfriend
 Wearing as much pretty make-up as the world surrounding me
I'd like to die in peace
Open your eyes to this fucking teacher
I'm still high and I don't get it at all
But what are you saying
And your education, the only education is consumption
Open your eyes to this fucking teacher
I'm still high and I don't get it at all
But what are you saying
And your education, the only education...
I'd like to die in peace
Open your yes, there's no future
But there's no hurry because we are the champions and 1 and 2 and 3, 0
Because we're condemned, condemned
Open your yes, there's no future
But there's no hurry because we are the champions
Consumption, education, competition, elimination
Open your yes, there's no future
But there's no hurry because we are...
Because we are
Condemned

C'EST LE CHANT - THIS IS THE SONG

That's the song of those who've got nothing
Nothing but ideas to continue
That's the song of the insane, the poets
All the lost ones on the mega planet

That's the song of the despaired
Whose wings stop them from walking
Who prefer being convicted
Keeping their eyes closed

Those who are killed
Those who burn in hell
Those who talk whom you want to silence
Those with no religion
Those with neither god nor master

Those who whatever the time
Lend a hand to one of their brothers
Those who prefer being shot
Hanging their heads

Those who in the name of freedom
Reach for pen and paper
To rewrite, to reinvent
Our poor, poor reality

And there's you whom I don't know
But of whom I know that he does more than me
Freedom, o I pray to thee
That the battle may never cease

And then there's you
Whom I don't know
But of whom I know, yes, that he does more than me
Freedom, o I pray to thee
That the young may never end the battle

CNN - CNN

So viel Blut auf dem Land
Heimat, wach auf
CNN spielt verrückt
Deine Dörfer schlummern
Der Kampf geht weiter
Haben wir eine andere Wahl
Ich hatte einen Eid abgelegt
Aber ich glaub nicht daran

Immer Opfer
Man lässt mich nicht fallen
Man lässt mich heimatlos
Wie du [...]
Asien in offenen Armen
In New York oder Shanghai
Demokratischer Diktator
Friedhofsasyl

Folge nicht dem Licht
Folge nicht dem Licht

Folge nicht dem Licht
Folge nicht dem Licht

DES FOUDRES - LIGHTNING

Lightning in the sky
Lights in your eyes
Dreams you lose
Words on paper

Out of the lines of your hand
My path will be built

But whatever the battle may be like
The fall will go on
Whatever the fall may be like
The battle will go on

Lightning at sea
Blood of the blaze
Dreams we had
Of the fire of our ideas

Out of the lines of your hand
My path will be built

But whatever the fall may be like
The battle will go on
Whatever the battle may be like
The fall will go on

EMBRASONS-NOUS - LET'S EMBLAZE

Your parents are on anxiolytics in the modern mines
You need diesel in your car so your company makes some money
So the shareholders make some money, and you slave away
To buy clothes for your brats, how damn sad that is
The kids are on shit, on acid, on glue, tell me
What lure do we offer them better than gain
On our beings, we only dream to forget
Did you see the others, they look sad, their pockets full of coins
[...], they drive a Porsche or an Aston, always accompanied by a stupid cow
They've got the death gaze, the death gaze, so obscurantism really results in more offspring
Of course they don't burn cars while they dance in their damned night clubs
On their damned meetings, of course they're part of the society

Serve as thirst to the one who's hungry
Praise the void to the one who's fulfilled
And fuck with numb bodies
Why should we love
Why should we remember
If it makes the brain dull
Serve as laughter to the one who's in pain
And hurl under heavy weights
Fray on the razor blade
Recollect by means of lost bodies
Escape me...
Let's emblaze...
Watch me die while the body's alive
Creep under the claws at the tiger fights
And feel in your veins that you're close to god
And feel the pain rising to my eyes
My screams in the silence lead me nowhere
But to sad equations, to sad unknowns
That I know too well, the drunkennes and the flesh
Which you hold in your arms or cut with a knife
Fray on the razor blade

Recollect by means of lost bodies
Escape, escape, escape, escape me
Let's emblaze, embrace, emblaze, embrace
Given the anguish the heart is crying
For [...], the police blocks
With me are the ghosts of invincible shadows
Become invisible to better reach the target
There's no order if there's no disorder
There's no freedom if you're not prisoner
Escape, escape, escape, escape me
Let's emblaze, emblaze, emblaze, emblaze
Come on
They've nothing but money in their mouths
Only money can touch them
Money on their bibs, of course they've something to sell us
Stupidity
I say that the one buying shares has got blood on his hands
That of the worker from the other side of the world who will be deported
While saying thank you
But you've got to earn more, you've got to earn more, you've got to earn more
Gold, gold, always gold, gold, gold, always gold
He'll come home, tell his wife
That he'll soon leave us, that he's got nothing left
You'll come home, tell your wife, idiot, that you've got nothing left
Where's the trial, where's the fucking trial
Come let's burn the bourse as a kind of change

I'm waiting for the trial
I'm waiting for the trial
Of those amusing themselves with billions
Billions of dollars, billions of dollars
The poor little dumbheads
Altogether it's 12 billion profit
12 fucking billion profit
Sure, if you steel their mobile you get two years
Sure, if you don't pay your fucking rent they send the marshal
But if you stell billions, yeah, then you shake hands with politics
We want to see them behind bars
We want to see them behind bars
We want to see them behind bars

I only see one kingdom
Democracy
Democracy, darn it

Aren't you fed up
Aren't you fed up
You damn people
With being fucked in the ass
On every street corner
Aren't you fed up
I just see the fury
Of those who've got nothing to look for
On the floor in the john

Oxygen
Who are looking for oxygen
Who are looking for oxygen
One day, one day
One day, one day
Yeah, the people will stand up
One day the people will stand up
One day the poeple will stand up

ENLACÉS - ENLACED

Enlaced, moving around beneath black horizons
The future's ahead of us and the whole universe
And lose yourself as always, devote yourself, my love
And dream of finding you again one day
My love, tell me, when will you come back?
Chafe, get drunk beneath the horizons
The future's behind us and the whole universe
And lose yourself again, cry again
My love, as always, and dream...
Of finding you again one day
Farewell my love, but when will you come back?
A day will come, but when? Do you know?
Chafe, get drunk, the future's ahead of us and the whole universe

FILS DE FRANCE - SONS OF FRANCE

I saw with tears in my eyes the news this morning
20% for the horror, 20% for the fear
Drunk from unconsciousness, all sons of France
In the homeland of enlightenment there's suicidal amnesia

No no no no no

We are, we are the nation of human rights
We are, we are the nation of tolerance
We are, we are the nation of enlightenment
The hour, the hour of resistance has come

For the dreams we had
And for those we'll have
For the fist we raised
And for the one we'll raise
For an ideal
For an utopia
Come, let's march together
Children of the fatherland

Sons of France
Lower your head, yeah, you love them, the minutes of silence
Sons of France
It was barely yesterday and you're already waving the flag of ignorance
Sons of France
We won't ever forget that we are and always will be the children of resistance
Sons of France
Among the blind, you know what they say, the one-eyeds are kings

There are shadows behind us
There are sold thoughts
These fluttering flags
Accompanied by hymns
And then there's you, my brother
Yes you who no longer believes it
And there's our faith
And our lost intentions

Shame on our country
Shame on our fatherland
Shame on us, the young
Shame on the tyranny
Shame on our country
The ennemy's back
Come, let's march together
Children of the homeland

We are, we are the nation of human rights
We are, we are the nation of tolerance
We are, we are the nation of enlightenment
The hour, the hour of resistance has come

We are, we are the nation of human rights
We are, we are the nation of diversity
We are, we are the nation of enlightenment
The hour, the hour of resistance has come

FRÈRES - BROTHERS

Brother
Blood brother, brother of the nation
Random brother, Brother of a bitch
Just brothers
Brother
But tell me that I'm no longer alone
Amongst millions of myself
Millions of you
Because we're already dead
Because we're already dead
Because every day
We want a little more
Blood brother, brother of the horizon
Random brother, fellow brother
Just brothers
Brother
But tell me that I'm no longer alone
Amongst millions of myself
Millions of you...

Il Y A TON SOURIRE - THERE'S YOUR SMILE

There's your smile showing
It's like a glimmer of hope
There's shadow and light
In the middle of our tracetory
We had to choose a way
So we chose the rain
Acid to burn your heart
If only the mind floats

There are your eyes killing me
When you tell my that it's over
There's the wind of our sobbing, sighing for amnesty
But nothing will stop the fight
Nothing will dry this rain
No, nothing will stop the fall, nothing ends infinity

Nothing will part our hands
Nothing will kill the mayfly
We will tempt fate
And then we'll disclose the secrets

There are the laws of the empire
And the blakc holes in my memory
There are the best and the worst
In the middle of our trajectory
How much do you sell your freedom for
How much do you sell your poetry for
I've even sold my soul to the devil
For your smile

Because everything's random
In the chaos of the universe
And because the insolvable is the answer
And because I'm already out of breath
But not matter the directions
As far as beyond the borders

All the ways lead to your eyes
All the ways lead to flight

Nothing will part our hands
Nothing will kill the mayfly
We will tempt fate
And then we'll disclose the secrets
Nothing will part those fists
The universe, the universe

We'll recover our path
Our ideas and the universe

There's your smile showing
It's like a glimmer of hope
There's shadow and light
In the middle of our tracetory
We had to choose a way
So we chose the rain
Acid to burn your heart
If only our minds float

JUSTE UN GAMIN - JUST A LITTLE BOY

I don't like parlor games
I'm neither thief nor policeman
The wolf frightens me, it wants to eat me
It's bad, I don't want to play anymore

I'm just a mouse in the attic
Scared of the evil big cat
But when I hide it comes looking for me
It's vicious, it wants to eat me
I make little paper planes
Throw them down from my staircase
The little plane will break its nose
And bar my dreams drom an altitude flight

Just a little boy
A little nasty, a little naughty
Just a little boy
Leaving his family behind
Leaving his family behind

MÉLANCOLIE - MELANCHOLY

Love came
It was an autumn's night
In the round dance of the dead leaves
Which entirely abandon themselves

In the insance swirl
Of days and nights
Because of one romantic night
My love is gone

My god, how fair the moon is
When you're in love
My god, how fair the moon is
When you return

Here I remember
That one day you call me
It's as if you were there
I'm bleeding

And if I have to cry on and on
To see your return
Then I'll cry so keenly
That you'll want to come back

And if it's for life, for death
Like a breathing heart
Then I'll cry so keenly
That you'll want to come back

Love came
It was an autumn's night
In the round dance of the dead leaves
Which entirely abandon themselves

In the insance swirl
Of days and nights
Because of one romantic night
My love is gone

My god, how fair the moon is
When you're in love
My god, how fair the moon is
When you return

Here I remember
That one day you call me
It's as if you were there
I'm bleeding

And if I have to cry on and on
To see your return
Then I'll cry so keenly
That you'll want to come back

And if it's for life, for death
Like a breathing heart
Then I'll cry so keenly
That you'll want to come back

POLICE - POLICE

Drive on, all's quiet in the east
Despair
Extra charges for the republic...
There are soirees at the Ministry
They'll sell us so the housewife
Will freak out seeing her great master
The little whores, the little media
To sell paranoia
On all four corners of the earth
Police showing off as militia
Police you call for help
Police at all the junctions
Police on all the main roads
Police, everything becomes banal
Police in civilian patrol cars
Police in armor-cased mail vans
Police

Because you've got to the virgin
Police when I'm possessed by the devil
Tell me, who's carrying death?
Police in the northern countries
Always diplomatic
Police, I've got my automatic gun
And tickets for minimum wage workers
I've got the black python
Police in the clubs
Police, nothing can amaze us
Police, may heaven forgive me
Yes, for wearing a caliber et my heart
Police to hide the shit from us
Always police making us sick
Police to hide the money
From the maximum security wings
Police

Police on all continents
Police in all the digs
Police on the share market
Police, I have a bitter taste
Police for our identities
Police for society
Police in the living flesh
Police in the traffic
Police in the parties
Police when the heart prays
Police in the streets of Vitry
Police in my country
Police in the clubs
Police in the modern times
Police in the class rooms
Police when the mirages go by

Police on the Red Square
Police in the White House
Police in the bars of Pigalle
Police in red Vietnam
Police in China
Police in the kasbahs
Police on everything that moves
Yeah, above all if it's red
Police in the streets at night
Police in the closets
Police when the sirens scream
Police when it's dark
Police

Paris under flame throwers
My country's got a headache
Slums in the outskirts
Damn, my heart's scratching
Fascists in the government
Pills for Miami
Damn, can't you hear the tears
Yeah of the earth
Crying
Bums tortured with kicks
Always by little rowdies
The earth hungers for shit again
Which it is sold for gold
The povertyof our spirits
If you want something you can have it
Ideas for illusions
Right into your grave
Dictators in the moneytariat
Tell me, where will this lead us?
No, not to the Afghanis
Surely not to the Afghanis
Gang warfares in Mexico
For the purity in the USA
Chinese demonstrator
No, I won't forget it
Baghdad feels the holy child/the sacrifice
On the altar of abuse
Of arms and oil
Well fuck, I'm cracking up
Dictator in the tropics
Yes, of course in Africa
The colonization
Flows around the world
Like the blood of our brothers
But what are our countries doing?
They're screaming, hello, police!

On all four corners of the earth
Police showing off as militia
Police in the land of balances
Shit, it smells of alcohol

May heaven forgive us
Nothing can amaze us
The money of our world
Has got to be protected
Weakness made of burnt out shadows
In the civilian patrol cars
In the heat of the quarters
There are whores at my leash
Keep your fingers up high
For the lost idiots
For our killed destiny
In the civilian patrol cars
Like an unfaithful dog
Pretending to be loyal
When you're pure hearted
I've got a python in my belt

When the mirages go by

QUI JE SUIS, D'OÙ JE VIENS - WHO I AM, WHERE I COME FROM

Look at this village, like the wild West
It's where I come from
Solitude in the mistral, the drunkards have siesta
Somehow you always get back to alcohol
Playing pinball at Léon's, there's a party at Raymond's
It's my father's scent clinging to my skin
Clinging to my brain, it'll be my light
While I care for my fissures, embellishing the gildings
My heart's in shards
A heart made of ruby, of dust, of emerald and beyond doubt
Beyond doubt made a little bit of you
I lead you to the silent shores of my Durance
Yes, it's where I feel a little bit at home
Thrown into the river
Letting the stones skip
And floating with you

On the path of glory
Laurels grow
There's a fire in the mountains
From blues to flamenco
From the accent in the language
From the commerce at the beach
Resistive I joined
A resistance group in Paris
I auctioned my flesh
And I'll always miss how we climbed the hills
When we were like air
Both on top
Of this dismal spire
Yes, of my dismal youth
It's good that you are here relive with me
Who I am, where I come from
You're like Manon, I sing "Jeune Et Con" for you
Yes, I return to the beginning
In the swirl of time
We feel like 16 again
When we raced
From Reillanne to Aubagne
From Manosque to Saint-Jean-de-Maurienne to Dijon city
From Dijon to Paris
From New York to Warsaw
Yeah, from my days to your nights
From Reillanne to Aubagne
From Manosque to Saint-Jean-de-Maurienne to Dijon city
From Dijon to Paris
From New York to Warsaw
Yeah, from my days to your nights

ROMÉO ET JULIETTE - ROMEO AND JULIETTE

The story takes place when the sun
Hasn't been up on the sky a fairly long time
The hero is called Romeo
And he's handsome on his bike
He's just ten and a half
But has already seen life
On saturday nights he hits on girls
And they make his life a bad thriller

There was a pretty girl
But she lived far away from the slums
And tomorrow she's to get married
With the prince next door
And so she cries in her garden
Soaking her Pierre Cardin tissues
Romeo is so far away from here
Far away from this copy of a paradise
The two defiant angels
Wanted to change their lives

So they dream
Of running away one day
They dream
Away from this crumbling concrete
Of flowers and youthful passion
They dream
That maybe one day a day will come
Like a peaceful sun
And that one day love will carry them away
Far away from their poor lives they dream

But the big day arrives
Romeo's supposed to find love
But he didn't read Shakespeare
Naturally, he doesn't even know how to read
Lost in a perfectly black moon
[...]
Thus he sleeps and not knowing
That someone awaits him on the other side of the hall
That Juliette waits for him on the other side of the mirror

So they dream
Of running away one day
They dream
Away from this crumbling concrete
Of flowers and youthful passion
They dream
That maybe one day a day will come
Like a peaceful sun
And that one day love will carry them away
Far away from their poor lives they dream
They dream...

...You take a gloomy view of everything
And if you, too, dream of fleeing
You know, then I'll even learn to read
In a world more beautiful
With flowers and birds...

SEUL AU MILIEU DE TOUS - ALONE AMONGST ALL OF THEM

Through the howling of sirens
Hidden in the ambulance
You and me
Stowaways
We offer resistance
If I have to
I don't care
If it's with you
But I believe in it

Refugees without borders
Seeing the possible
At night we set off
To life, to death
To the battle of wizards
And sorcerers
In the common grave
As long as we're still breathing

Through the chant of extremes
You showed me the way
If I have to
I don't care
If it's with you
Come on, we're leaving...

Refugees without borders
Seeing the possible
At night we set off
To life, to death
To the battle of wizards
And corpse burners
In the common grave
So give me your body

For life, for death
As long as we're still breathing

In the middle of armies, of powerful armies
If you dare to escape
Stay, stay, stay just a little bit
Through the chant of extremes
You showed me the way
Tell me, did you see what becomes of your France?
Reactionists, Prozac, bats
It's always nice to see students on the streets
It's hard to believe in the truth in fighting

Police, militia, Paris needs to be freed
Police, militia, Paris needs to be freed
Police, militia, Paris needs to be freed
Police, militia, Paris needs to be freed

 

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