habitude

i took the latch from off my door

and woe is me could write no more

i danced a holiday in france

drank with friends and spun romance

climbed up to sacré cœur at dawn

smoked cigarettes in the light of the moon

visited my buried love in the père

wept with the shattered dreams we share

then i came home again to rain

my little couch bed, my muted brain
the gray skies reflect a very sad song
but even then with anticipation

the floodgates are broken yet nary a word

there's no music in joy for this broken bird

kestral with broken wing

"We are legion"

Packing for Paris (Tales of Moineau)

I can't see straight in the morning light
I'm blindly far-sighted and dry at the mouth
and sleep will come if I would just lie down
but the miles I have driven hover and pound
'til I'm black and blue and deep crunchy fried

Yes! I'm hypo but hazy listening to the rain
The traffic is heavy for a Saturday
It was four thirty-five and now it's eight am
I'm still compiling the list of my alibis
plotting my excuses, summoning some lies

Dear God, I'm human! How much more
bodily pain am I supposed to ignore? "All!"
Select the suitcases, then pack up the pills
as the clock in the kitchen goes tick tick tick
and another day goes by and I still sit

My mask of preparedness begins to slip
My do-or-die mouthpiece is starting to drip
and I'm scared to walk because I might slip
back into the kingdom of the fearmonger
back far enough to feel my infantile anger

Oh Mama! Paris is at my feet
if i just stay awake and complete my list
Two shirts, two pants and one umbrella
insulin, eye shadow, this list is Orwellian!
'Cause the world is gonna end the ninth of November!

Look it up! You can see an asteroid is coming
or a planet or a comet, they aren't sure what
and I'll be in the air on my way to France
but so what so what so what so what
if the world is crushed to ashes and dust

For then I'll use my sparrow wings
to navigate another blue morning
A foghorn blasts near the Columbian bar
as boats launch into a tipsy blue ocean
and Moineau sets off for another adventure

LA VIDEO en avance de la sortie de "L'homme à tête de chou" de Bashung!!

One week before I take off for Paris... They are using my subtitles! Hurray!

Extrait de l'album « L'homme à tête de chou » à sortir le 7 novembre

http://www.alainbashung.fr

Production Company : ChezEddy

Director : Maxime Bruneel

Producer : Nicolas de Rosanbo

Line Producer : Coline Six

Production Manager : Anne-Lise Mallard

Animation : Antoine Ettori - Emmanuelle Walker - Matthieu Gaillard - Vincent Verniers - Gaëtan Louet - Hélène Marchal

Editing : Manuel Coutan - Olivier Guedj

Subtitles: Laura Tattoo

Fragile - Sting

Lest we forget how fragile we are

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one

Drying in the colour of the evening sun

Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away

But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant

To clinch a lifetime's argument

That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could

For all those born beneath an angry star

Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall

Like tears from a star like tears from a star

On and on the rain will say

How fragile we are how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall

Like tears from a star like tears from a star

On and on the rain will say

How fragile we are how fragile we are

How fragile we are how fragile we are