Aux Bains des des Pâquis
Words and music by Malcolm Lucard © 2017

Verse : G / F / G / / / 
Chaque jour je me lève,
les grands patrons
connaissent pas de grève.
Gueule de bois, n’importe pas!
Suis obligé d’ faire le papa.

Dans ma vie, je suis responsable
d’une entreprise respectable.
Mon centre business est bien connu,
j’arrive à l’heure, sinon je suis foutu.

Chorus : C / B / G / / / 
Donc, je ne me rase pas.
Je ne me douche même pas.
Je n’ai pas de temps pour tout ça!
Juste un renversé à l’emportée.

Donc, je noue ma cravate.
Je mets mon costume.
J’enfile mes chaussures noires.
Et je me retrouve sur le trottoir.

Verse : G / F / G / / /
Partant sur la Rue des Pâquis,
mon trajet est tout tracé.
Tourner à gauche vers la Rue du Léman,
en revant d’un ciel clement.

Tout droit vers le quai, 
un grand bouchon, mais qu’est-ce que c’est?
J’ai la musique dans mon baladeur,
la circulation m’fait meme pas peur.

Chorus: C / B / G / / / 
Donc, à l’entrée je flash mon badge.
Mon bureau est une jolie plage !
Tu penses que c’est une blague mais
le gout de ma journée dépend des vagues

Alors, ma cravate me sert de serviette.
Mon costume, c’est mon maillot-d’-bain!
Aux pieds, je porte des flipflops,
toutes prêtes à plonger dans l’bain!

	F	G
Aux Bains de Pâquis 
	F	G
Oh ! Bains de Pâquis 

toutes prêtes à plonger dans l’bain!

Instrmental : G / F / G / / /

Chorus: C / B / G / / / 
Donc, mon gratte-ciel, c’est le jet d’eau,
La nappe de plage devient mon bureau.
Je travaille sur le dos.
Vous parlez bien de mon boulot! 

Mes collègues, les grands charmeurs,
les mouettes, les pro-chômeurs,
ils viennent car ils ont faim.
Ils font le rivage pour gagner leur pain.

	F	G
Aux Bains de Pâquis 
	F	G
Oh ! Bains de Pâquis 

Ils font le rivage pour gagner leur pain.

Verse :
Dans ma carrière je fais du surplace, 
en formation constante, n’est-ce pas la classe?
Parmi mes collègues, plein de canards.
Au mon bureau, nous sommes tous Pâquisards!

Mais enfin, c’est pas mal du tout.
Moi, j’aime bien tous ces rendez vous.
On discute de tous nos reves,
ce syndicate connaissent pas de grève !

F 		   G
Aux Bains des Pâquis ….
Faisons jaillir nos rêves! 
Oh Bains des Pâquis …
Toujours assez d’liquide…
 	Les affaires internationale…
Tout le monde faire la crepe…
Faisons jaillir nos rêves!
Oh Bains des Pâquis …
Toutes prêtes à plonger dans l’bain!

From the album Vagamundo, released in 2017.
Engineered by Diego Gadenz.
Produced by Malcolm Lucard and Diego Gadenz.

Musical hommage to one of my favourite places in the world: Les Bains des Paquis, a public beach in downtown Geneva, Switzerland.

Un hommage musicaux aux Bains des Paquis, une plage Genevois pour tous le monde. Mon premier morceau en français!

Featuring: Nando Drums (drums), Djavan Bispo (percussion), Ceica Lopes(vocals and claps), Nando Santana (keyboards), Paulo Assis (bass), Olivier Chanson (saxophone), Ambre Hanselmann (vocals), Diego Gadenz (vocals, claps), yours truly on mandolin and vocals (and claps) and Sunshine from Bains des Paquis on the public address announcement.

Aux Bains Des Paquis

Music by Malcolm Lucard 2017
From the album Vagamundo by Malcolm Lucard, Planeta Musical

Conceived at 12,000 feet while staying at the Jackal Hut outside of Leadville, Colorado.

Back Country

Song for my dad
Music and words by Malcolm Lucard
Irrational Exuberance live @ Western Jubilee Recording Company, 2006.
Recorded by Butch Hause, Ranger Station, Berthoud, Colorado

Heart Attack Blues-LIVE

I don’t need a tattoo
Words and music copyright Malcolm Lucard, 2001

I was drunk as a sailor
When we first met
I dunno. Was it a dare or a bet?
All I know is when I came to,
It was ten years later and I still had you.
Cuz you never got dull
You never did fade
You’re still as bright 
As the day you were made
Who’d a thunk after all these years 
every time I get naked
You’re still here
I know I know it’s the thing to do	
But I don’t need a tattoo. I got you.

You said ‘give me baby, you’re right arm
I promise you baby I won’t do you no harm
Hold out your hand, take a deep breathe
Cuz I wanna be with yuou til after death.’
I said ‘no no honey, you don’t understand,
You’ve already left your mark on this man
Pierced my heart, burnt my soul,
Scribbled graffiti all over my bones
So if you don’t put down that tool cuz
I don’t need a tattoo.    I got you.

You’re a goddess you’re a nymph
You’re the cross I bear
You’re a saint in a burning ring of fire
A mother, an anchor
A thorn-crowned heart
A bracelet of old barbed wire
Cover my ass
Ring my neck lick my belly ooo!
Brush my check bite my nipple
And that’s not all that you do oh

I don’t need a tattoo (tattoo) 
Cuz baby, I got you

Well maybe I’m a wuss, 
maybe I don’t like pain
Maybe I’m afraid of what my momma is gonna say
Maybe I’m just scared by commitment
Sides my body already bears the scars
Of a woman whose love is a bleeding art
A woman whose love stains my skin
Like a thousand kissed from a thousand pins
A woman whose eyes can change my hue
A woman whose smile can turn me blue
So …

In 20 years, what will I do
When I look in the mirror and I see you?
Will I take of my robe 
And strut with pride
Or put on my robe and try to hide
 the fact that you’ve changed me forever
You’ve changed me forever

--

From my first CD, self-titled, Malcolm Lucard
All words and music copyright Malcolm Lucard, 2001
Recorded at Western Jubilee Recording Company
Engineered by Butch Hause, Ranger Station, Berthoud, Colorado
Produced by Butch Hause and Malcolm Lucard
Photo by Sean Cayton, CaytonPhotography

Malcolm Lucard

I Don't Need A Tattoo

An hommage to the Rocky Mountain Rocket, which used to serve the Western US(including my old home town of Colorado Springs) from Chicago. In this lament for a bygone era of passenger trains, an old hobo flashes back on a series of missed connections...

Rock Island Lullaby
Words and music by Malcolm Lucard © 2017

These old tracks don’t go nowhere
they just disappear into the ground
paved over so long ago,
there ain’t no more trains around

And that Rock Island line no longer shines
she’s as rusty as an old ten-penny nail
in these graffiti-covered yards, 
I stand my guard
where the weeds cover up the rails

But once, in a blue blue moon
when I lay my body down
I swear I hear in the morning gloom
the Rocky Mountain Rocket moan

Oo – oo – oo – oo

It was starting to rain
when I got on that train
the conductor said, all aboard
I look through the rows
for a face I know
but the eyes are all staring forward

There’s a woman cross the aisle
yeah, she’s dressed in high style
she sure does remind me of you
I look at her and think, as I steal me a drink,
‘I should have never got off that train...’

Chorus
And I hear that old Red Rocket moanin’
flying through another time
maybe all that lonesome cryin’
was just in my mind
well maybe it’s not that long ago
and maybe it’s not even gone
But the one thing, I’ll always know
is the sound of that old ghost moanin’

Somewhere in the night
something’s not right
I wake up from a dream
the train is slowin’ down
the snow is blowin’ round
and the wind is starting to scream

That woman’s all alone
she looks chilled to her bone
she starts talking about a man far away,
“If he don’t understand, I ain’t got no other man, I’ll turn around and go home!”

Chorus
And I hear that old Red Rocket moanin’
flying through another time
maybe all that lonesome cryin’
was just in my mind
and sometimes we all miss our chances
and sometimes we get our signals crossed
but the one about those old steel rails
is when you’re on ‘em, you can’t never get lost ….

Well the old rocket slows
she opens her doors
the breaks are still squealing in my ears
an old dog barks at the phantom sparks
as the Rocket slowly disappears

In some vine-covered shed I make my bed
As the snow continues to fall
I take me a sip, and I feel your lips,
and I hear that old Rocky Mountain Rocket roar….

Rock Island Lullaby

To do
Words and music by Malcolm Lucard © 2017

G7
This is how it is, I’m starting today,
C
nothing but nothing gonna get in my way
           G7
just a couple of  things that I gotta do
            C
gonna make a little list, gonna show it to you 
       G7
get fluent in French, sing in Portuguese
C
remember wines I like, learn to make cheese,
G7
memorize poems, quotes and jokes
C
call ‘em up at will, hit just the right note
G7
write a novel, a screen play, be less shy
C
build model airplanes,  stare at the sky …

Chorus:
F	     C	     G   C
These are things I’m gonna do 
F	     C	     G   C
Mark my word before I’m thru
F	     C	     G   C
These are things that I’m gonna be
F	     C	     G   C
Mark my work wait and see

Gonna build me a boat, sail around the world
stop at every island, dive for pearls
row to Alaska, bike to Cancun
tour with my band, hitchhike to the moon
take my mandolin across the plains,
catch the trans-Siberian, do it all again!
I’m gonna love you
I’m gonna squeeze you
gonna please you
gonna leave you
I’m gonna grieve you
gonna crawl back on hand and knees and beg pretty, pretty please …

Repeat chorus

Gonna learn to dance salsa, samba gafiera
master the oud, take up capoeira, 
go out dancing till quarter to three
live a balanced life, get more sleep,
meditate in the morning at quarter to 5
yoga, eat right, glad to be alive,
work really hard to save the humans-beings,
devote more time to sleeping under trees
gonna sit by the fire, read fat books
smoke my pipe, feed the ducks
spend more time playing board games,
commit myself completely to fishing
gonna promise to be true
gonna write more songs
and think about you
I’m gonna love you
I’m gonna squeeze you….

Chorus

F9		C
And when I’m through
F9			G	
I’ll do it all again with you

G /// C /// (repeat once)

F9					     C
I’ll never say anything embarrassing again and again and again
F9				C
No need to regret things I could have been

A shaper of wood, a tier of knots
sailor, juggler, a drinker of shots
poet, masseuse, welder, thief 
gonna sculpt cool things from stuff on the streets
write long letters to the people I love
stay real zen when push comes to shove
save million bucks in a hole behind the shed
a model train will bring us breakfast in bed
gonna label and date all our photographs and put ‘em in a book
oh yeah, and open a little bistro, and name it after you
I’m gonna love you…

To do

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