Musique et mots

Musique

Paroles

Y' know my wandering days are over

Does that mean that I'm getting boring?

You tell me

I'm tired of listening to myself, yeah

I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them

Y' know my bip-bopping days are over

I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor

The centre of my so called being is

The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors

(With the louvre doors)

Y' know my celibate days are over

You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed

In the mirror of my steamy bathroom

Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue

(In a monologue)

Six months on, the winter's gone

The disenchanted pony

Left the town with the circus boy

The circus boy got lonely

It's summer, and its sister song's

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy

It's got to be fate that's doing it

A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me

With the story of the way it should be

With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer, yeah

Y' know my one man band is over

I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away

I saw you in Japanese restaurant

You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle

You said it was a living Hell

You said you were in Hell

Six months on, the winter's gone

The disenchanted pony

Left the town with the circus boy

The circus boy got lonely

It's summer, and its sister song's

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy

Six months on, the winter's gone

The disenchanted pony

Left the town with the circus boy

The circus boy got lonely

It's summer, and its sister song's

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy

Kind of lonely

Kind of stupid

Really sorry

Kind of lonely

Pretty lazy

Melancholy

I'm so lonely

Mots musicaux

Bye Bye 2010, de la part du 20ième siècle.

Another century of fakers \ entr'acte de type petit spectacle

Ceci est une de mes chansons préférées des 10 dernières années, dédiée à tous les faux-culs qui me donnent personnellement mal au coeur. I'm sure you know who you are, deep down, unless you're just desperately dumber than I thought.

Ingrédients à karaoké:

There are people going hungry far awayThey’ve got nothing on their platesAnd you’re filling your fat face with every different kind of cakeAnd if you ever go lardy, or go lameI will drop you straight awayThat’s the chance you have to takeFor every stupid thing you sayThere are people going lonely, and they’ll stayLonely fay into the yearBecause you’re making blinkers fashionableAnd fashionably you’ll sayAll is equal in love and war andI’m sorry, but I’ve got some things to doAnd you pretend to read a book you’ll never finish till the dayThat the author dedicates itTo a century of fakersThey took your mould and they burned it on the fire in history todayYeah, the author dedicates itTo a century of fakersHe was an anarchist, he tried his best but it wasn’t good enoughDid I say I would see you soon? Well I’m sorry, but I just came off my bikeAnd my face is scarredAnd chance has barred me seeing you tonightI was over the other side of the cityAnd if the truth be known I’d sayThat you look great from there before you shaved your golden hair todayEverybody’s trying to make usAnother century of fakersThey took you mould and burned it on the fire of history todayEverybody’s trying to make usAnother cool decade of fakersAnother century of fakers