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Negresses Vertes, Les lyrics

Negresses Vertes, Les lyrics

"Le Pere Magloire Lyrics"

Ben Moves To California Lyrics
I woke up the other day walked out to blue suburban skies, skies filled with dreams and butterflies and i wondered to myself how do I fit in this game? just a nameless face or faceless name then i remembered an old friend of mine how we'd watch tv all night tell each other about our dreams, but i don't see him no more, no. light a cigarette and watch this day go by, burned another six minutes to the sky i need a fucking answer but i guess that's why we live this life a constant se


Idiot, fou, epileptique Idiot, fool, epileptic
Grand-pere Magloire Grandpa Myglory
Ne suce pas de l'eau qui pique doesn't suck the water that stings
Le Perrier lui file des aigreurs Perrier gives him heartburn
Grand-pere Magloire a mal au coeur Grandpa Myglory is sick at heart
C'est ainsi qu'il perd la raison It's thus that he loses reason
Quand grand-pere arrete de boire When grandpa stops drinking
Ce cochon se transforme This bastard turns into an
en vieux con an old asshole

Non, non grand-pere No, no grandpa
Ne t'mets pas en colere Don't get angry
Bois un canon, Drink a cannon
Dans le fond t'as p'tet raison. At the bottom you're maybe right.
L'eau t'rend fada, Water makes you barmy
Grincheux et pas sympa, grumpy and not nice
Mais tu radotes
Closer Lyrics
a thousand houses where i don't belong but the warm lights look like honey way out here there's a wind in the branches and i know this song but the moon's a judge you cannot persuade so i try and tell myself i had to go she'd have missed me more if i had stayed such a blue and flawless night just don't seem right without you near i would give you my ring and everything just to hear closer, come closer to me i told her how i spell my name
But you talk a load of drivel
Quand tu pisses dans tes bottes. When you piss in your boots.

Idiot, fou, epileptique, Idiot, fool, epileptic
Grand-pere Magloire Grandpa Myglory
Si il touche a la badouwa If he touches the sparkling water
Le grand-pere Magloire a mal au foie Grandpa is sick in the liver
C'est ainsi qu'il deraisonne It's thus that he loses reason
Quand grand-pere stoppe de cuver When grandpa's off the wine
Il ne r'connait plus personne He no longer recognizes anyone
Et c'est bubonne qu'il bastonne It's the wifey that he starts hitting

Non, non grand-pere No, no grandpa
Ne t'mets pas en colere Don't get angry
Bois un canon, Drink a cannon,
Dans le fond t'as p'tet raison. At the bottom you're maybe right.
L'eau t'rend fada, Water makes you barmy
Grincheux
Take A Chance Lyrics
you, you never listen to what they've got to say and sometimes, you've gotta you've gotta just get away down at the bar on a saturday night teenage kicks right through the night switchblade love, whisky suicide stretch black jeans, feeling so alive! [Chorus (x2)] cause this is the way ... the way it's gotta be and when it comes time for taking a chance why don't ya take a chance on me? this is the way .... the way it's gotta be
et pas sympa, grumpy and not nice
Mais tu radotes But you talk a load of drivel
Quand tu pisses dans tes bottes. When you piss in your boots.

Idiot, fou, epileptique Idiot, fool, epileptic
Grand-pere Magloire Grandpa Myglory
A un medecin pas catholique has a weird doctor
Qui lui ordonne du valium who puts him on Valium
Grand-pere Magloire n'est plus Grandpa Myglory is no longer
un homme a man
Mais v'la l'Beaujolpif nouveau But look, some cheap wine
Grand-pere craque et boit un verre Grandpa cracks and drinks a glass
On l'fout en maison de repos Off he goes to a convalescent home
Les psychiatres lui font la peau The psychiatrists get his ass

Non, non grand-pere No, no grandpa
Ne t'mets pas en colere Don't get angry
Bois un canon,
If Drinking Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will) Lyrics
Written by R. Beresford and H. Sanders The bars are all closed It?s four in the morning Must have shut 'em all down By the shape that I'm in I lay my head on the wheel And the horn begins honking The whole neighborhood knows That I'm home drunk again (Chorus:) And if drinking don't kill me Her memory will I can't hold out much longer The way that I feel With the blood from my body I could start my own still A
Drink a cannon,
Dans le fond t'as p'tet raison. At the bottom you're maybe right.
L'eau t'rend fada, Water makes you barmy
Grincheux et pas sympa, grumpy and not nice
Mais tu radotes But you talk a load of drivel
Quand tu pisses dans tes bottes. When you piss in your boots.

Idiot, fou, epileptique, Idiot, fool, epileptic
Pov'grand-pere, Poor grandpa
La loi est meurtriere The law is a murderer
J'leve mon canon I raise my cannon
A toi et mort aux cons. to you and death to the bastards.
Vive la java Long live the java waltz
Et les blouses blanches basta And the white coats basta
Et l'on radote, And one prattles on
En chialant un vieux pote, while blubbering an old jar
Idiot, fou, epileptique. Idiot, fool, epileptic