Morceau écrit et composé par Les Culottes Noires.
Enregistré et mixé par Étienne Zénone.
Août 2021

I Don't Like Cisboys

Link by link, by link, by link, by link

Oh by link, we pay the cost 
Of experiments that you have done
We hit ourselves to feel alive
We’ll make it bright on our own.
Not to be stucked in some patterns in our brains 
To break the circle that your memories made.
Trust me it’s hard to take the best of all you made
Trust me it’s hard to be a part of you

Oh by link, oh by link yeah
Oh by link, oh by link

We’ve been lost, yeah
We’ve been ashamed, yeah
Tomorrow’ll bright, yeah
By our own making

I’m writing, you pay
I’m writing, you pay
I’m writing, you pay
I’m writing, you pay

We’ve been lost, we’ve been ashamed
To love each other with blood on lips
We’ll make it bright on our own,
We build our story whatever you’ve done,

Oh by link, oh by link yeah 
Oh by link, oh by link yeah
Oh by link, we’ll make it bright
Without sickness in our brains, alright

I’m writing, you pay
I’m writing, you pay
I’m writing, you pay
I’m writing, you pay

Mafalda High - Sick Pt.2

I was blind, by pride, I was blind by egocentrism
I am...

You find the way to miss the obvious things 
And now you prefer
To keep watching the flying blue pig go by 
And now you wonder
You find the way to miss the obvious things 
And now you prefer
To keep watching the flying blue pig go by 
And now you wonder

It has nothing to say, 
Nothing to change right here
It’s role is to give something to watch for
Jaded dreamers like me
You think that I don’t give a shit 
Bout what you’re living but I’m just
Completely high

Chronometer in my flesh,
What a mess in my brain 
I got the time to wait but no time
To cherish my
Chronometer in my flesh,
What a mess in my brain 
I got the time to wait but no time
To cherish my folks.

You find the way to miss the obvious things 
And now you prefer
To keep watching the flying blue pig go by 
And now you wonder
You find the way to miss the obvious things 
And now you prefer
To keep watching the flying blue pig go by 
And now you wonder

Sorry, sorry guys, sorry to be half there
Sorry, sorry guys, a flying blue pig stagnate in my head

Chronometer in my flesh,
What a mess in my brain 
I got the time to wait but no time
To cherish my
Chronometer in my flesh,
What a mess in my brain 
I got the time to wait but no time
To cherish my folks.

You find the way to miss the obvious things 
And now you prefer
To keep watching the flying blue pig go by 
And now you wonder
You find the way to miss the obvious things 
And now you prefer
To keep watching the flying blue pig go by 
And now you wonder

I was blind, by pride, I was blind by egocentrism
I am...

Mafalda High - FBP (Flying Blue Pig)

J’ai tant besoin d’amour, j’ai tant j’ai tant besoin d’amour, 
Pas l’tiens pas l’tiens besoin d’amour
J’ai tant j’ai tant besoin d’amour,
Pas l’tiens pas l’tiens pas l’tiens  
Pas l’tiens pas l’tiens pas l’tiens besoin d’amour
Bebebesoin d’amour j’ai tant j’ai tant
Besoin d’amour mais tout prendre partir
Tout prendre mentir, besoin d’amour

I’ll bring you the sun that both could driving
If I’m staying with you, boy
It’s not ‘cause I need it.
Maybe we should find someone,
Someone good at loving.
You need to be loved 
But mine is not enough 
Everything is rotten.

My car hit your tree
But I don’t wanna die where lies begins
We drive them to speed,
Don’t give your trust to a wolf and,
A wolf and vixen if you see them kissing
You better stop them,
They will destroy everything and tricks you
It’s in their DNA.

I’ll bring you the sun that both could driving
If I’m staying with you, boy
It’s not ‘cause I need it.
Maybe we should find someone,
Someone good at loving.
You need to be loved 
But mine is not enough 
Everything is rotten.

Whisky and Gypsy songs
Promises on my tongue.
You’re not afraid of loosing me 
But this game you play,
Till my health points are used up.
Good girls make bad boys feel nicer
Strong girls gonna drive alone.
When you lie to me so much, 
It’s on my sun that you spit.

I’ll bring you the sun that both could driving
If I’m staying with you, boy
It’s not ‘cause I need it.
Maybe we should find someone,
Someone good at loving.
You need to be loved 
But mine is not enough 
Everything is rotten.

Mafalda High - Besoin d'Amour

When you come around me 
I have to do two steps to say something nice.
When you come around me 
I’ve one second to die or to be,
When you come around me
A bomb explodes, a war has time
To start and finish, yeah, around me yeah
When you come around me 
I have to do two steps to say something nice 

Aren’t you fed up with the staring ?
Who’ll be the first to cross the breach
I would jump over if I’m sure we fit in
Rather be snake than wait for you to walking

Snakes are moving without touching the floor
Four legs in the morning and O at dawn
Snakes are moving without touching the floor
Four legs in the morning and O at dawn
O in the shroud, O in the grave
For two steps I crave 

When you come around me (+ magic flute)
I have to do two steps to say something nice.
When you come around me 
I’ve one second to die or to be,
When you come around me
A bomb explodes, a war has time
To start and finish, yeah, around me yeah
When you come around me 
I have to do two steps to say something nice

Aren’t you fed up with the staring ?
We’ll be ennemies or fake to be best friends
No no rather be snake than normal gait human.
I’d rather be understood than badly loved
Don’t let others love you two steps behind 
No no hm no no no hm no no hm no hay 
No no hm no no no hm no no hm no hay

The snakes are moving moving 
Can’t stand them looking at me 
We can walk differently 
So are you gon’ smoke my joint ?
Then snakes are !

Snakes are moving without touching the floor
Four legs in the morning and O at dawn
O in the shroud, O in the grave
For two steps I crave 

When you come around me (+ magic flute)
I have to do two steps to say something nice.
When you come around me 
I’ve one second to die or to be,
When you come around me
A bomb explodes, a war has time
To start and finish, yeah, around me yeah
When you come around me 
I have to do two steps to say something nice

Mafalda High - Two Steps

Je me suis interdit de souffrir mais ça ne marche pas
La tête est basse y’a pas de sourire
J’ai arrêté de pleurer mais il ne fallait pas
Seules les larmes font guérir

Je n’ai pas trouvé ce qui n’allait pas
J’ai pas cherché au bon endroit 
J’ai pas trouvé la place parfaite
Préféré vivre dans mes ténèbres

Sans sourire, sans souvenirs
Sans sourire, des trous dans ma tête 
J’ai pas envie de faire semblant
Sans sourire, sans souvenirs
Sans sourire, me prends pas la tête 
J’ai pas envie de plaire aux gens

J’ai décidé de ne plus souffrir
Mais quel humain en a le pouvoir
J’ai décidé de ne plus sourire
Instinct de survie ou désespoir
J’ai lissé tous mes pouvoirs
Coeur est plein, coeur a froid
Tu vois ma place elle est si mince
Petite pousse dans un écrin

Sans sourire, sans souvenirs
Sans sourire, des trous dans ma tête 
J’ai pas envie de faire semblant
Sans sourire, sans souvenirs
Sans sourire, me prends pas la tête 
J’ai pas envie de plaire aux gens

Aux gens à toi à vous à moi à nous y’a quoi

Mafalda High - Sans Sourire

Extrait live de Mamamusica - spectacle musical jeune public (bébés de 0 à 18 mois)

Enregistré à la Maison qui chante de Bruxelles

Le vent

Les Fôtes D'orthographe - Chanson enregistrée dans le cadre du Prix d'écriture Claude Nougaro en 2016

Les Fôtes D'orthographe

Matéo Langlois, c'est un touche à tout. Chanteur au grain singulier, c'est autour de ses textes qu'il fusionne Piano, Rhodes, Beat Box, Sax et pédales d'effets. On entendrait du Nougaro, quelques fils des coutures de Charlélie… En tout cas l’étincelle est actuelle dans ce solo d'aujourd'hui, ici, la musique groove au service des textes pour vous emmener dans un envol vivant et sincère.

Les Fôtes D'orthographe

Matéo langlois