Les Oiseaux ne Chantent Jamais Faux
by Pierre et le loup
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Catfish
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Not too sad
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Nyctalope
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Fela by starlight
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Canopée (Feral Child)
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Swinging the Lamp
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L'oiseau
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Lionne
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Vague à Lame
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We own the sky
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It's been years
03:46
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Ô ma Koumba
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Some creature or other
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about
Cover art by Michelle Savill. Michelle makes films, music videos (vimeo.com/7344072), dioramas, and sings in the New Zealand band THE SING SONGS (thesingsongs.bandcamp.com). Check out more of her dioramas in BETTY BANNED SWEETS (www.nzfilm.co.nz/filmcatalogue/Films/Betty_Banned_Sweets.aspx).
credits
released 30 September 2010
Artwork by Michelle Savill (most of it) and Pierre Massat (bits of it).
Illustration de pochette de Michelle Savill (l'essentiel) et Pierre Massat (une petite partie).
Older stuff here : www.jamendo.com/en/artist/xiaopi
Artwork by Michelle Savill (most of it) and Pierre Massat (bits of it).
Illustration de pochette de Michelle Savill (l'essentiel) et Pierre Massat (une petite partie).
Older stuff here : www.jamendo.com/en/artist/xiaopi
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- Track Name: Not too sad
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I'm not as bad as I seem to be
And I'm not quite as good as I've been said to be
I'm not too sad, not too lonely
Or am I? I really don't know, maybe.
There's but one thing that's true
Baby I miss you, I do.
I'm not as strong as I seem to be
And I'm not quite as crazy as I think I ought to be.
I'm not too sad, not too lonely
Or am I? I really don't know, maybe.
There's but one thing that's true
Baby I miss you, I do.
I'm not as strong as I seem to be
And I'm not quite as crazy as I think i ought to be by now.
I'm not too sad, not too lonely
Or am I? I really don't know, maybe.
There's but one thing that's true
Baby I miss you, I do. - Track Name: Nyctalope
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Je pense à mon amour
Je pense à toi, salope
J'y pensais tout le jour
Mon esprit nyctalope
Te voit comme en plein jour.
Dans ma tête hop et hop
Les images tour à tour
Se chevauchent et galopent
Mais elles reviennent toujours
Et c'est triste salope
Vers tes vieux mots d'amour.
Mon esprit nyctalope
Te voit comme en plein jour
C'est comme un télescope
Pointé aux alentours
De ce monde salope
Où vivait notre amour
Le robinet fait blop blop blop...
Et moi je tourne autour
C'est bien triste salope
De tes vieux mots d'amour
De tes vieux mots d'amour
De tes vieux mots d'amour. - Track Name: Swinging the Lamp
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Hey, barman, another double rum and soda
Lean over a little closer
Listen here
Did I ever tell you about my mother
A woman like not other
A real force of nature
In her younger days
When she grew old she was a long time sufferer
Of senile dementia
Oh it drove my father wild!
Before she died, she said she wanted us to bury her with her brother
At the house on the French Riviera
But she was an only child.
On reflexion
Even though the truth is clearly elsewhere
She was nearly there.
My impression
Is that she wasn't so delusional
It was volitional.
You wanna know why I leave my bed unmade?
There's a question, the answer I don't know.
On days like these I feel as if I'm sweeping leaves
Oh sweeping leaves
On a windy day.
A crack in the ice, and then it's all over
Yeah nice to know ya
Don't pass go.
We work, oh we work, to establish order
But ropes tangle in knots
And get complicated over time.
Got a system
Not Dewey Decimal System
But it's a system
Not Dewey Decimal System
But it's a system.
You wanna know why i leave my face unshaved
There's a question, the answer I don't know.
Go man, go man, go man, go man, go!
Mango don't fall too far from the tree.
I'm defined by entropy.
Mango don't fall too far from the tree.
So much for teleology. - Track Name: Vague à Lame
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Imagine
Tout un haras qui rit
Cent canassons qui hennissent
T'en as les oreilles qui frémissent
Ca fout la trouille, hein?
Oh je rêve...
Oh j'me fait peur...
Imagine
Qu'avec moi-même j'en finisse
Sur le nombril, l'acier qui glisse
J'me fait hara-kiri
Ca fout la trouille, hein?
Oh je rêve...
Oh j'me fait peur...
J'ai l'vague à l'âme, madame,
J'ai le doigt sur l'interrupteur,
Je suis dans l'vague, madame,
Et j'me fait peur
J'ai l'vague à lame, madame,
J'ai le vague à lame de cutter.
Je dis vague
Je divague
Sur la vague
De mon âme
Tourmentée
Je monte et
Je descends
Je monte et
Je tombe...
Oh je rêve...
Oh j'me fait peur...
J'ai l'vague à l'âme
Oh je suis dans l'vague... - Track Name: We own the sky
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What are you trying to do?
Who do you think you is?
Don't expect nobody to help you
Cause we asked for those
But you gave us these.
What time do you think it'll be
When you drop on your knees and die?
There'll be no begging for mercy
Cause I do believe we own the sky.
How long do you think we'll be waiting
Silently playing dead
You will remember everything
When you loose your head.
Because I do believe we own the sky
Yes I do believe we own the sky
(X 2)
We own the sky
we own the sky
Your pretty queen just broke a nail.
Where has the magic gone? - Track Name: It's been years
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It's been years, it seems
Since I last talked to you on the phone.
It's been years it seems
Since I left you all alone.
Though I know
It's been only two days.
Yes I know
I've seen you last sunday.
Oh-oh-oh...
But I've seen you in a thousand dreams
Every night, every day, every night, every day.
Yes I've seen you in a thousand dreams
Every night, every day, every night, every day.
And I'm so scared
I might not see your face again.
Yes I'm so scared I might feel
empty and dead again.
Though I know
It's been only two days.
Yes I know
I've seen you last sunday.
Oh-oh-oh... - Track Name: Ô ma Koumba
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Ô ma Koumba
(X 8)
Ô ma déesse
Ô ma négresse
(X 4)
Ô ma déesse
Ô ma négresse
Plus rien ne presse
Rien ne me blesse - Track Name: Some creature or other
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A couple of bird watchers
Took the coastal path
And came upon
A brocko house
With a faded sign on the front that said
Make your words
Soft and sweet
Never know
When you'll eat
Your words, your words, your words.
Hm, strange bird.
And they paused for a second
And then shrugged and moved on.
