MIDNIGHT CIRCUS / L’histoire d’un cirque itinérant qui se produit à minuit chaque soir. Chaque chanson est un point de vue, un personnage. Tous et toutes
aspirent à des rêves secrets et chaque chanson est comme un trou de
serrure vers ces envies. Parfois affirmées, parfois étouffées. Malgré
tout, quant le soufflet retombe, ils reprennent tous la route ensemble
car ils n’ont, pour le moment, pas de meilleure proposition…

NO BETTER PLACE TO BE / J'suis pas un artiste...! C'est moi qui promène tout ce beau monde, ces déglingués de la vie.  Y me gonflent tous ces mômes! Jamais contents, ça fait les divas et ça gueule tout le temps. Sans moi, pas de lumière le soir. 'Faut bien les conduire et les planter tous leurs pieux, non...?

MIDNIGHT CIRCUS / This is the story of a circus that opens its doors every night at midnight. Each song is a point of view, a specific character. All of them have their own dreams, look up to a better future and each song is like a peep-hole to their cravings. Sometimes it shows, sometimes they hide it. Still, when the show is over, they all hit the road together for they have, for the time being, no better place to be...

NO BETTER PLACE TO BE / I'm not an artist... I am the one who drives them to their next stop, all these weirdoes. They piss me off! Never happy, always yelling and moaning. Without me, there would be no light to step into when midnight comes.  They do need the drive, no? and a good hammer for their tent...

All songs comoposed by Franck Gilet
Recorded and produced by Franck Gilet in le Chaudron, France  
Wilfrid Lecoeur: drums
Franck Gilet: all vocals and instruments

www.franckgilet.com

Midnight Circus

No better place to be / Midnight Circus

1. No better place to be

MIDNIGHT CIRCUS
Bienvenue au Midnight Circus! Nous sommes tous et toutes là, devant vous, pour une nouvelle nuit de magie et de sensations! Du duo à couteaux tirés à la voltigeuse qui fait voler en éclat les conventions...
...sensations, oui... on peut dire qu'on est agiles... funambules sur notre propre fil de vie, sur le fil tranchant de Minuit, entre rêve et réalité...

Welcome to the Midnight Circus! Here we all stand before you, men and women, for a new night of magic sensations! From the sharp knife thrower duet to the unconventional trapeze she-artist... sensations, yeah, we can say that we are nimble, on the very thread of our lives, sharp and edgy Midnight thread, between dream and reality...

Lyrics:
See the silver bells and golden stars
We proudly show you what we are
We’ll bring you softness in you hearts
We’ll put a thrill right down your spine
That’s the Midnight Circus time

Hear the blessed sound of children’s cries
The passion under plastic skies
But there’s nothing fake in here
Because the yearning’s so sincere
That’s the Midnight Circus time

Feel the harshness of a brutal world
Fade away as we remember
What it’s like to play
To give the gravity away
To see the world from a tight rope
Clumsy and nimble in one go
We’re the Midnight Circus crew
Forever fake and true
The midnight Circus crew
Forever fake and true

credits:
released May 3, 2024
released May 03, 2024
All songs composed by Franck Gilet
Recorded and produced by Franck Gilet in le Chaudron, France

Wilfrid Lecoeur: drums
Franck Gilet: vocals and instruments
Florence Vettes: vocals
Myriam Garcia: vocals

2.  Midnight Circus

Gare à vous! Ne cherchez pas le cœur de cet homme pour faire battre celui du Cirque de Minuit… on est qu’une bille dans le creux de sa main, et il nous joue tous les soirs pour remporter la mise ! Il faut bien quelqu’un pour diriger une troupe comme celle là, mais pas un faux gourou bardé de fausses médailles… il me remarque pas, mais moi je le vois… on est tous déglingués, mais lui, c’est le pire…

Now beware! Do not seek any heart in this very man, one that would make the Midnight Circus pound... for we are nothing but a small ball in the palm of his hand, and he plays us evry night to win the game! A crew like this needs someone to take care of business, but not a guru with fake medals... he never notices me, but I do see him... we're all nothing but weirdos, but he is the worst kind...

Lyrics:

Well, you’re a fake or you’re a genius
and you know just right how
to attract a crowd into the circus
and still want more anyhow...
Raise your little army,
Let them play for me, Mister Tom P.

You have never been to war
but your chest is full of medals
you make your voice heard from afar
but your mouth speaks nothing but riddles
Raise your little army,
Let them play for me, Mister Tom P.

This little world is like a heaven
underneath the starry tent
Heaven needs its loyal henchman,
that you play with satisfaction
Raise your little army,
Let them play for me, Mister Tom P.

3. The Ballad Of Tom P

« C’est du faux! »
Voilà c’qu’il m’a dit le roi des bonimenteurs!
"Y’a rien à voir au dessus du ciel de plastique… tu vas te brûler les ailes mon garçon!"
J’men fous, un de ces 4, je vais crever la toile et me tirer de ce cirque …
Je mets mon masque et j’enfourche cette fusée pour partir loin…

« It’s all fake! »
That’s exactly what the king of liars told me!
"There’s nothing for you beyond these plastic skies… you're gonna burn them wings!"
I don’t care, one of these mornings, I’m gonna cut this tent open and get the hell out here… what a circus!
I’m gonna put on this mask and fly this rocket, as far as possible…

4. On a rocket

Je me produis dans le Cirque de Minuit.  J’étais une midi-nette mais le monde de la nuit m’a absorbée… la danseuse pique ses étoiles sur le ciel de plastique noir… 
J’aime cette atmosphère, je disparais dans le mouvement chaque soir, jusqu’à n'être plus qu’une silhouette sur une toile blanche, comme un souvenir… Est ce bien réel…?

I dance for the Midnight Circus. I was a day bird but the night world finally got me… the little ballerina touches the stars on these black plastic skies…
I love the atmosphere, and I disappear every night, until I am but a figure on a white screen, a blurred, dream like figure… Is this real…?

LYRICS:

Sweet super eight memories,
I’ve always been a little dancing queen,
forever daddy’s little rat 
on a white silent screen.

I’m working here at the Midnight Circus
and colourful is my universe,
and it keeps spinning
til nothing else matters,
no, no, no…

Maybe when the wizard raises his hand
I will find myself in fairy land
forever dancing…

Sweet, sweet, sweet symphony
plays the strange pariah company.
There is no music that 
matters more than this one,
mmh, mmh, mmh..

Maybe when the wizard raises his hand
I will find myself in fairy land
forever dancing…

5. Daddy's little queen

« Tu crois qu’on va y rester encore longtemps dans ce cirque? Je vais finir par en planter un!
Pourquoi, tu préfères c’qu’on faisait avant? Dans ces rues pleines de crasse… nos lames ne faisaient pas couler que des larmes. Ici, au moins, on fait des étincelles dans les yeux de ces gamins! »

« You think we gonna stay long in this circus? ‘Feel I’m gonna stab one of them freaks! »
« Why? You reckon what we did before was any better? Them bloody and dirty streets… our blades did not just spill tears. Here at least, I can see sparks in those kids’ eyes! »

LOOK AT US
We have them knives,
we have them razors and those blades,
Look at us!

We could be thugs
in dirty streets but we are there,
at the circus.

Look at us, playing with our lives
As people watch our knives fly fast!

We got the speed,
we got the gesture and the nerve,
Look at us!

Oh, can we bleed?
Is there a better goal to serve
at the circus?

Look at us, speechless barkers, dance
in this cutthroat romance.

We’re kind of lovers,
Weird kind of lovers,
changing our knives into flowers!
We trust each other
with circles of fire,
sweet needles of desire!

Look at us, playing with our lives
As people watch our knives fly fast!
Watch our knives fly fast!
Watch our knives fly fast!

2. Midnight Circus

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