Songs for Preloved Hearts

Cities

Human Satellite

English translation of Epistel 81, by swedish 18th century songwriter Carl Michael Bellman. This is a funeral march for mrs Lövberg, the dear departed keeper of a tavern in Stockholm some 250 years ago.

See how our shadow see Movitz Mon Frere!
    joining the darkness  together
How gold and purple is showeled away,
    turn to rags and gravel
waving charon from his river farewell,
and threefold then the gravedigger himself,
   no longer can you resist her
therfore Movitz come raise with my help  
    tombstone over our sister.

* * *
Tolling small bell to the sound of big bell,
    cantor standing gatekeeper
and boys are chanting a prayer farewell
    sanctifying this garden.
through the temple of this city of graves
on yellow roses are fading away
    coffins and woodwork dissolving;
to our line of blackclothed shades
       with tears in reverence bowing

* * *
So is departed from parties and brawls,
    your spouse Löfberg brawlmaker
where grasses grow high over it all
     Starring back to  her faker.
she for Morguehouse departed today,
and took with her all the laughter away;
    bottles no longer obey her  .
thirsty was she and thirsty am I
    we are thirsty together.

Carl Michael Bellman Epistel 81 See how our Shadow ( english version)

he wasn't  insane
he just liked to play games  little mind games
to crawl into his brain
the lizard king calling his name 

when your pusher is in your brain
that's the moment they'll call you insane  he's a wacko
when you're over stepping the line
of gently blowing your mind          he's a crackpot

to see the world from above
to sit on the shoulders     of a   gentle giant
lookin out far    so defiant
sitting in a corner of his mind
watching the time  sun going down
to see the whole wild world spinning round
             
he called himself Nemo
until he got to know
that Nemo is a latin word  for nobody

He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land,
making all his nowhere plans for nobody
doesn't have a point of view, knows not where he's going to
isn't he a bit like you  and me
Nowhere man  please listen, you don't know what you're missing
nowhere man the world    is at your command
                          
take care when I call   I'm a catcher in the rye
I'll catch you if you fall  I'll kill you if you die
working with the kids   in a camp for vietnamese
running for his life    with the tiny refugees
playing with children half his age
playing with them  like one of them

when people failed him  he said they were dead
  he's just another phony he always said
until he failed and too bad one day he dissapointed himself
from that day he had no mercy on himself
don't say weirdo don't say nuts  those word don't say half asmuch
 as simply a catcher in the rye

jay guru deva om
nothing's gonna change my world

take care when I call   I'm a catcher in the rye
I'll catch you if you fall  I'll kill you if you die
the catcher in car       on top of mount Hawaii
a garden of eden  with the ocean at all sides
  in  a paperback edition of  an earthly paradise
the perfect spot to end a paperbacklife
 running a tube from the cumbustion pipe
fisherman came by     just about  in time
                         to catch the catcher in the rye


at the Honolulu hospital  they brought him back to life
he got himself a job there and he got himself a wife
he married a girl the countergirl 
who sold him a roun trip ticket round the world

when he heard the double fantasy
  I knew it was for me
let's get it over with what must be must be   
  let it be   let it be  let it be

take care when I call   I'm a catcher in the rye
I'll catch you if you fall  I'll kill you if you die
got himself a room down      at the YMCA
he got himself  a hooker      for a talk  with double pay
took a cab to central park    following his route
 to see where the ducks      go wintertime

december 8 dakota house
bang bang shoot shoot its all over now
the working class hero  refusing to fall
standing upright  with five  bullet holes

and when the cops came by
he sat reading by the side                   with a copy the catcher in the rye


I m a catcher in the rye
 
there s no use to try to hide
I began to loose control
I began to loose control
I didn t mean to hurt you....
I m sorry that i made you die
I didn t want to kill you
I m just a crazy guy

I m just a crazy guy   watch out
I m just a crazy guy  look out
I m just a crazy guy

Catcher in the Rye

Song about Berlin in the eighties.

oh oh oh  sister Berlin
you are the enemy within
oh oh oh sister Berlin
you fit me like a second skin

engrave me with your razorblade    
    with the sign of you
    a tantric tattoo
seal me with your queen of spades
  to remind me of you
   and the things that you do

with your Ku'Dam christal nights
  and your smell of burning tyres
and your Kreutzberg building sites
  and your gatherround bonfires
and your ivory towers
  and your marble halls
    and your flock of seagulls
      round your berlin walls

don't ever speak to me
  if you have nothing to say
so much better then
  to be silent as the grave
we must never ever
  say those commonplace thing
cause I am the archangel
  and you are sister Berlin
  the and only sister berlin 

oh oh oh sister Berlin
you are the ultimate sin
oh oh oh sister Berlin
you are the enemy within

destitute me  with your Dietrich voice
  I can almost see
    the man I could be
prostitute me in your shopwindows
  like a geishaboy
    in the city of joys

with your wehrmacht helmet
  and your borsalino hat
and your panterine velvet
  and the ninetails of your cat

ah you're teasing the devil
  with your boots of musketeers
crushing the seal
  with the tip of your high heeels

tie me to the straps
  of your Fortuna Hotel
plug me in to your Boschian visions
  of heaven and of hell
angels with halos
  demons with forks
scavenging the flesh
  of men hanging like porcs


Sister Berlin don’t do me in
You’re feeling black when I m feeling blue
Sister Berlin where have you been
you can see me like I can see you
In a cabriolet
In the linden alle
rallying for
Some fake total war

Oh Oh Oh sister Berlin
You hit me like a perfect storm
Oh oh oh sister Berlin
 You   some total war

aah they swore you would never be bombed
  but the bombs fell down
   and you were spellbound
they sealed you with an old chewinggum
  paint windows black 
   when the starship attacks

ah they will burry you, Berlin
  in a dumphole grave
with your armies of jade
  and your household slaves
and your tibetan deads 
 in army uniform
  burried by your gates
   in the last days of the war


you talk about the mass
  the front and the scene 
just tell me in plain berlinian
  what do you mean
how can I trust you
  how do I know
you're no double tripple agent
  for the powers down below
don't you try to
  doublecross me once more

Oh oh oh sister Berlin
....

Sister Berlin

English version of Fredmans Epistel no 43 by Swedish 18th century songwriter Carl Michael Bellman. The scene is preparations for a child birth in Stockholm some 250 years ago. The mother-to-be is Ulla Winblad, a true daughter of Venus.

warm more ale and bread
  Get mrs Wingmark pitcher 
   with cumin please, my sister, 
big pot heat up assist her 
     glow blazing red  
prepare now a bed,
with swan down, silken bedsheets
bedpan, cradle, a bell seat  
 run upstairs with very swift feet , 
    please hurry more
     now close the door ;
draw the curtains down quite slowly
Venus come now to support her
See the glory of your daughter
her feelings gently await for all your  help. 


Milk,mead Rhineland wine,
More ale cheese  now aquire!
more sugar ginger and fire,
all request her sweet desire.
     comfort her pain; 
Sing maiden a song,
Her anxious heart is burning
the blood inside her turning,
soon a lovely cool is yearning,
     two hearts respond 
     beauty what bond!
thousands deaths around you flying
even in your passion sighing,
must you feel a glimpse of dying 
the flower’s death foretold By the 
  worm within.

Carl Michael Bellman Epistel 43  - Warm More Ale and Bread ( english version)

Quicksand ( David Bowie Cover)

Cover of When the Ships Comes In by Bob Dylan

When the Ships Comes In ( Bob Dylan Cover)

I love  I love you what more can I say
  the spaceship Versailles is leaving today
but all these I love yous can't help me to stay
  cause the fact that I say it
  goes to prove it's to late
    and nothing can save me from my fate 

we pulled down the blinds  and went back to bed
  and so many things were still left unsaid
but all that I do know  and all that I care
  is lady don't leave me
  or slightly decieve me
   cause things   are not going     quite my way   
    
on the edge of the night I had this feeling
  that I was a lizard crawling on the ceiling
    and when I looked down I saw us below
   I saw how we lied
   back to back  side by side
   now which night   is this one night    from the end

I saw you charming the devil   caressing his horns
   playing with his tail kiss him forlorn
just lke us two when we were still warm  
why in black hell
am I torturing myself
with visions I cannot unspell

what must I do to get out of this hell
  when every move is just impossible
then why do I keep on torturing myself
my mind going trough
  seeing him and you
be doing all the things     we used to do

I saw your body lying still warm	
  and the future we had came out stillborn
from what once was to could have been 
  the things that I say
  come out the wrong way
    and nothing   can save me  from myself

I should have known that already by then
we were only performing the beginning of the end
and all of a sudden it was way too late
I always knew
was losing you
Like all things   to good    to be true


I 'm just so tired of lying to you
  when I gain nothing from telling the truth
in the end does it even matter what I do
why must I be
my own worst enemy
and be killing    all them things   that  I love
 
I empty the ashtray
  with the letters I bruned
the seagulls of envy
  are hanging astern
 like a king im exile I walk up the stairs
to take me away
on a long holiday
to be leaving   on that spaceship   versaille

Spaceship Versailles

men came   one by one              
they chained her in her  mystery    
at the end she had begun      
      to believe her history  

in the presence of her lords        
she was the queen of spades        
in the presence of herself         
she was nothing but a shade        

yet you can hardly blame
  all these faceless men
for stealing off her real name
  give her others back again
they were only doing 
 what they're supposed to do
seal you with jewels
  little china blue

  so one night she calls on me
  she needs someone to set her free
  to unveil her final mystery shopping
 there was nothing there at all to see

she found solitude               
        in seashells and in special stones   
in barns, in useless multitudes
  and in plugged out telephones

but nowhere quite so devastating   
as in the cocktail party noise
she was right on suffocating
  in the absense of her voice

can't see the one you are
  in that  funereal black
you've run away so far
  there's no running away back

in the foam of her alien voice
  and her artificial hairs
she is stoned with indifference
  in the mirrors where she stares

candle in the bathroom night
what the japanese call jigai
  drops of red on marble  white
   likesome dying madam butterfly

she lost her complexion
  in the bathtub of her fear
so tired of the reflection
  of her twenty second year

her name is in the phonebook
  it's nailed on her front door
five minutes is all it took
  to send her braking on the floor

they gave her contact lenses
  to get that special charm
and then they swore so loud
 ´they never did  no harm

she didn't realy want to die
  with those sleeping beauty pills
she wanted just to lie
  fifteen years of still

  the sun found her as she lied
  with a glass of juice at her side
  just another make believe suicide
  it dragged her up before she died

Queen of Spades

English translation of Fredman Epistel no 23 Oh, You my Mother by Swedish 18th century songwriter Carl Michael Bellman.  This is about a drunkard contemplating his life.

 
Oh you my mother  who sent you over down to my fathers side	 
When you that  sparkle then first ignited
	Of my poor old life!
due to the fire
of your desire,
am I burdened with pain.
lying inviting,
trying inciting
 my blod burning in your vein.
you should have lock and seal/key
on your virginity.

Cursed be the timber, cursed be the chamber
	 	Made to your bridal bed!
Cursed be your eye twinkling, sign of maiden	 
	that my father misled!
cursed be the hour
when you lost power
and renounced good old faith!
cursed your desire
when you retired
and laid down in that bed!
or on a table laid
when my life was made.
when my life was made.
 
Truly my heart. Realy  i’m hating;
 	Cursed be the both of you!
Lying here  in the gutter contemplating
	My worn out shoes.
  lying down legs!
  coat all in rags 
Shirt is black like soot!
lying contemplating 
scarf, wig lambskin,
and my crooked foot.
itching all over me wont stop;
come and raise me up.
come and raise me up.

My skinny  hands have no more power
 	Shiver from pain and cold
See them hang down like dead dry flower,
	From my shoulders they fall.
eyes,skull all winded
skin bones are binded
like an old scarecrow.
tongue has no power
hailing the hour
sing the joy I know
pleasures of loving time ,
and a jug of wine.
and a jug of wine.
	 
 Sweeten my tongue heavenly juices
	 Spread glory in my blod.
I am a pagan, heart and tongue are praising
	 the wine is my god .
drunkard despected
my whistle wetted,
 the only wealth  I have.
theres no escaping,
fortune is waiting
  digging down  my own grave,
and at my very last
my mouth join that glass.
mouth join that glass.
	 
doors of the tavern are being unshuttered  ;
 	city still deep asleep.
Morn Stars are like put down by aurora
	down to bed of cloudy sheets;
sun rays are beaming,
church tower gleaming,
in its early morning gold.
footsteps are heeding
staircase is leading
me down to Bacchus hall .
Give me a drink I cry 
fore of thirst I die.
fore of thirst I die.

Cheers to you all, I am new shaped	 
 	Staggering  all around.
Old joins of mine  are being lubricated,
	My heart heavily pound  .
heavenly pleasure
 This is my treasure
  kiss the bottle hi ho!
I am courageous,
 jolly outrageous,
  and I fear no more.
all the drinks to be had.
thank you mom and dad.
thank you mom and dad.
	 
Drink to the woodwork, Drink for the bedsheets,
 	Where your bride she once laid
Drink to the man carpenting the bed
	Where I once I was made;
thanks for your power,
in the loving hour,
thanks you my old man;
if I could meet you,
so I would greet you,
get drunk  right away;
my brother yould would be
And as drunk as me.
and as drunk as me.

Fredman Epistel 23 . Oh, You my Mother ( English version)

English version of Fredmans Epistel no 82, Vila vid denna källa by Swedish 18 th century songwriter Carl Michael Bellman. This is Bellmans final masterpiece in Fredmans Epistlar, a picnic scenery in the outskirts of Stockholm, bidding a farewell to his muse Ulla Winblad among her entourage of lovers. 

Rest down by waters springing
Our little picnic we are bringing
Red wine with spices singing
And a woodcock newly slain
Cheers now, Our bottles clinging
In our baskets over brimming
Emptied in grasses  rolling/singing
Feeling it  bouquet  smell so fine
 Your midday wine
To pour in glasses singing
  It taste so fine
Rest down by waters springing
Salute all our horns cousine
Salute our horns cousine

Heavens this field of pleasure!
surrounding trees  in summer leisure,
pastures of golden treasures 
leading us to walk astray.
  heavens  the leaves are swaying,
  and shapes of dark and light are playing,
treetops are gently shading,
 under the clouds of windy days.
     Come Ulla raise,
your glass of earthly pleasure,
     and let us praise.
Heavens this field of treasure,
with flowers  thousandfold array !
flower thoundsandfold array.

Maiden, see how she’s standing,
and all the dishes overhanding/ she is handling,
 more wine  she is demanding,
  to eggs and olives on her plate.
see her  see how adoring,
 as spoonful cream on top she s pouring;
 robedress her bosom forming,
cutting a piece of almond cake.
    see how she breaks ,
a chicken wing is handling,
     fresh from the plate.
Maiden see how she s standing,
from  pleasant work she perspirate .
from  work she perspirate .

Blow now  your music sounding ,
blowing the winds from all surrounding
singing our hearts are pounding
Among old ladies complaints and sighs .
bredrens! Drink to the dishes,
and then one more  one for the fishes;
Barman, serve all our wishes
fill your board  full up this time.
     cheers you and I!
all her lovers surrounding,
     of every kind!
Blow now  your music sounding
let Every one his glass run dry.
everyone his glass run dry.

Ulla  in this greenery,
one last goodbye let me bid thee ;
Ulla farewell my pretty
all music playing your fanfare.
Fredmans once more is sinning
against all nature laws infringing,
Goddesss the thread is spinning
he paid a button for  Charon’s fare 
    reward the line
of Venus and her kindred
    with god of wine.
Ulla in this greenery,
one last time she was our bride.
one last time was our bride.

Fredman Epistel 82 - Rest Down, by Waters Springing ( English version)

English version of Fredmans Epistel no 72, Glimmande Nymf by Swedish 18th century songwriter Carl Michael Bellman. This is about bliss and lovemaking in the Stockholm summernight some 250 years ago.

Glimmering nymph,  twinkeling  eye
shimmering form  on stormy bed lying
     innocent glory
     come come adoring,
     by a flame so long and deep,
     Morpheus, our God of sleep
roofhatch shut down, frontdoor well closing,
nighthood around a sweet face exposing,
the wig of Nordström fall 
it’s hanging on the wall.
sleep to my music gently fall. :||:

* * *
Chaffinch has just, sweet Caisa my love 
Slumbering closed his song up above
     sunset fell down
     darkness surround
     solitude and silence fall /reigns
     I am bound for venus call  .
rain pouring down thunderclouds storming,
a bow in the sky suspending it’s glory,
so calm and sweet unfold
it’s purple, green and gold,
 when jupiter has thrown his bolts. :||:

* * *
Sweet dreams my nymph! Dream my guitar,
waking our sun    at four o clock star
     you turn over behind,
     and reaching for the wine
     turn back down into my arms,
     fired by my blood and charm.
Caisa you die, heaven she ’s living;
death yielded life and true love is giving .
and though your blod runs slow,
your true eyes sparkle glow.
now no more song good night good night

Fredman Epistel 72 - Glimmering Nymph ( English version)

My sweet creature of the night
  as you sleep black and white
will you disremember me
  when the night shift sets you free

will you silhouette the dawn
with your broken set of pawns
will I justify your eyes
when tall ships pass you by


sweet lady of the world
  with your neck like mother pearl
the potential of a dream
  of being more than just a dream 

did I hear you call the deep
  when you still were deep asleep
with a million tiny stars
  covering your chrystal arm

How could you lose control
  Say how could get that old
those once the stern fleshful lips
  face that lauched a thousand ships

  were those the candid eyes
  for which many good men died
say what happened to all your joy
  my sweet lady helen troy

Sweet Creature of the Night

Jean Genie ( David Bowie cover)

Song about a traveller roaming around some 4000 years ago.

ancient traveller
  in an age old land
antecedor
  of the very dawn of man

ancient traveller
  with copper red  skin
burned by the power
  of the mighty solar King
   
road sign  
reading the  lines
on the wall of his mind
  holding his breath

so used
 he once had shoes
   to follow his blues
  but he walked them to death

and the sun  shines on  the ancient highways
and   the  mud   drifts out  to open sea
he will move to another lost horizon
the ancient traveler shall never cease to be

twin eye    
 are opened wide
  scanning the skies
   for new worlds to come

Horus
   Flying uo high 
  A God in the sky
     All over this land
   
and the rain falls on the desert cities
and   the  soil   cracks  like some spider web
he will move to another dark horizon
the ancient traveler shall always be free

ancient traveller
  with a mask of gold
scanning roadsigns
  that are age old

ancient highways
  now lie obsolete
standing like pillars
 rusted wires and concrete

road signs
face full of lines
  like roadmaps of time
    of powers that be
Isis
  Goddess of light
    Shining blue bright
      Setting us free

and we hail the star of the new kingdom
and   the  heart  will lead the other life 
he will move to another dark horizon
the ancient traveler shall always be free
                         

so long 
from the delta and beyond
Memphis city of sun 
to the valley of kings

blue nile
from the lighthouse of noon 
to mount of the moon
followed his trail

and we wake to the howling of the jackals
and   the  scarab  will raise the rising sun 
he will greet  the kingdom of  Anubis
  when he reaches all the blessed fields of reed

Ancient Traveller

Anthem ( Leonard Cohen cover)

Paperback edition of the Tibetan Book of the Dead. A tourist guide to the Bardos.
good morning little human satelite
you tragicomical human fool
your module is drifting out of sight
in that big cosmical swimmingpool
no time to panic now  you should have done it long ago
doesn't matter anyhow
  this is your final show
you look so funny in your spin
  like a silent movie farce
but there's is no one there to grin
  except the sun and moon and mars
     and those fifty million stars  out there
your skin is turning blue
  and your blood is turning black
your hanging with a hardon
  and a cardiac attack
     it's all so ....physiological
you're bout to quantum jump
  to cross the first bardo
like a dying star explodes
  to a mindblow supernovae
    it's all so astrophysical
they say to drown
   is the sweetest way to die
you just lie down
   and watch your whole life passing by
you little clown
  now you're drowning in the sky
just hear the sound 
  of your oxygene supply
 but oh  what a drag  to be dying  alive

good morning little foolish humanoid  
you tragicomical silver clown
your limbs are crawling in the void
  like a turtle turned up side down

see how you slowly die 
  no colors   and no sound
in  a TV snowy white
  with volume all way down
stop your  crying now
  and start reading instead
the best tourist's guide 
  you ever ever  read
  tibetan book of the dead

remember nine years old
  that turtle that you found
just to see it die
  you turned it upside down
     ah   it was so...  beauticruel

it felt so good to be a god
  to that creature on the ground
now your very own redneck/angry god
  has turned you around
   ah  you're such a... beautifool

snake power uncoils
   the kundalini line   
a vacuum cleaner wire
  rolling up your spine
counting down from
  ninetynine ninetynine
start the countdown 
   to ejaculate your mind
Oh it’s the dawn   of the first one    bardo
good morning little human insectide
  it's a pesticidal universe
you float the stream on your back side
  way from sweet home planet earth
what   are you doing up here
    upsidedown  infinity
hanging between the devil
  and the deep deep deep blue sea
stars smash in your eyes
  hammering your face  
scott of the antarctic
  in a blistering snow blaze
you travel ultra light
  in 4D time and space
    open the tibetan book of the dead
you move on through the tunnel
     of endless empty night
 comes a head on collision
   with the ever loving light 
     it's like a    calleidoscope poem
      caught in the lights  of the first bardo

the mandala big bang 
  explodes right in your face
you're staring like a tourist
  lost in time and space
    shame I left   my camera back home

so  this is it
   it's the million dollar question
you  cannot quit
    if you want your resurrection
what 
  hides behind
    that very final curtain
a void
  of endless nite
    or a stairway straight to heaven
good morning little buddha baby face
     you noble-born enlighted one  
 second bardo unfolding in space
   round the third stone from the sun 

Oh noble born enlighted one
  It s the dawn of number two bardo
The countdown   has just begin
  for the sound and vision show

The mandala of life
  Is shining in the sun
Humming to the beat of
  The old Tibetan drum
Brothers chanting prayer
  U mane padme hum
all those fancy buddhas
  tenthousand minus one
shining with the power
  of a thousand suns

all them angels and demons 
 old folks and hungry ghosts
 its  the great freak show parade
  of the beauty and the beast
  it’s a trip  down memory lane
soul gnawed to the bones
  of your own flesh and blood
from the smoky lights of hell
  to the white light of the gods
  feelin ike goin insane
trip is going bad 
    a monster stares at you
but don't you run way 
  just stay and stare it through
see it fade away
  and vanish in the blue
it's just a phoney made makebelieve
    make believe of you
Oh it’s the dawn   third and last one      bardo

Cover of Run Run se fue pal Norte by Violetta Parra

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Cover of Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais by Serge Gainsbourg

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais (Serge Gainsbourg cover)

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Father and Son ( Cat Stevens cover)

Cover of Hard Rain A Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan

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Hard Rain A Gonna Fall ( Bob Dylan cover)

Cover of What Was It You Wanted by Bob Dylan

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What Was It You Wanted ( Bob Dylan cover)

Cover of Positively 4th Street by Bob Dylan

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Positively 4th Street ( Bob Dylan cover)

Cover of Absolutely Sweet Marie by Bob Dylan

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Absolutely Sweet Marie ( Bob Dylan cover)

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Tangled Up In Blue ( Bob Dylan cover)

Cover of Take This Waltz by Leonard Cohen. Translation from spanish of poem by Federico Garcia Lorca.

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Take This Waltz ( Leonard Cohen Cover)

Cover of A Bunch of Lonesome Heroes by Leonard Cohen

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A Bunch of Lonesome Heroes ( Leonard Cohen cover)

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Great Wall Of China

Song about a brute city with beautiful people.

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et cherche pas a comprendre
elle sont tous pareille
il faut savoire les prendre

tu sai bien marseille
c'est l'un qui souffre l'autre qui s'ennui
il vaut mieu de souffrire
que d'etre plus dure que l 'enemie

serge le pédé a son matelas d'amour
regis le para a ses etoile  de tout les jour
kader le berbere a sa carte de sejour
je chante des  filmes noire sur les mures des metro
moi j’ai ma guitare pour chanter les parcour

t'en fai pas marseille
t 'es beau garcon   joli mec
tout a fait OK
pour un gars de 47
l’amour des homees, marseille
c’est toujour deseperant
c’est toujour pareille 
aussi crado aussi  chiant

carement mats  je jure que j én ai marre
des pissoire, des gay bares et les anges de la gare
elle descend l’escalier de la gare st charles
 une zizi  enplumé au spot du soir

mon boulot c’est tuer 
  dit lancient mercenaire
fin des jours mon metier
  c’etait toujour la guere
tu sai bien marseille
 j'etait soldat  c’est foutu
et j’ai perdu chaque guerre
d alger a dien bien phu

c’est l'odeur de la poudre dans chaque allumette
chaque foix c’est la guerre qui éclate dans la tete
vivre juste a fin de sa pension militaire
pour alle prendre en verre le long de la cannebiere

Marseille

Walk On The Wild Side

song about  a small town  world
Mr No-Friends-at-All   waits for a call
he's been waiting for fifteen years this fall
Mrs Little-Blue-Pill  is checking the bill
when suddenly she fells she is freezin'still
Mr A-Bottle-a-Day has just got paid
my god, now what will the neighbours say
The No-Sex-No-Mores  are closing the door
Coming home from their annual camping van war
Mr I-Need-a-Drink  is starting to shrink
when he meets his face in the kitchen sink
Mrs Pearls-for-the-Swines  is writing her lines
no one cares to hear the eclipses of her mind
Mrs Need-a-little-help  keeps some pills on the shelf
just in case she would get a close encounter with her self
Mr Borderline is feeling so fine
he has cured his ill with a bottle of wine


so sweet dreams mr ill and mrs pain good night
I am walking in your dreams until the brake of light
Sleep well mrs pill and mr fear rest while
Whilst you were asleep your world has truned to white

Dr. Beat-up-his-Wife is tired of his life
playing the scare game with a kitchen knife
Miss Easily-Scared  she just doesn't dare
to fall asleep once again to the same nightmare
Mr Don't-Let-it-Show  won't have the neighbours to know
how the evil spirits  inside him grow
miss Heartbrake-Hotel   she stumbled and fell
in love once again with mr Impossible
Mr Live-Hard-Die-Young has turned Thirtyone
thinking Oh my god,now what have I done
Mr Drinking-on-strong is singing along
with Elvis doing that lonesome song
Mr Jekyll&Hyde is such a nice guy
'cept once and a while  beating up his life
mr  drunken sore  nose to the floor
 as he sees the realms of the great indoors


two hours before daybrake
  and the way it seems
it's not the pain that aches
  it's the beauty of your dreams
so sleep well mr  pill 
   and mrs   port               goodnight
whilst you were asleep
   your world has turned to white


Sweet little sixteen   she vacuum cleans
  her fifty second birthday scene
Miss  too much soul       she only falls
  in love with all those long distance calls
mr X-mas suicide made yet another try
  but the good lord above never wants him to die
Dr playing mind games is trying to frame
his family case study as he driving them insane
the home machine like some heroine
they re heavily addicted to everyday routine
the for better or worse start to dress rehearse
their three act play  you stop hating first
mr Lovebite  what happened to his life
how his mystery mistress turned awful wedded wife
Mr  chamberbed  is confused in his  head   
  calling a cat that is five years dead

 it's all small town fear
  with  small town dreams
no one round to hear
  hear you if you scream 
so sleep well mr  pill 
   and mrs   port               goodnight
whilst you were asleep
   your world has turned to white

magand

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