Charlotte Gainsbourg - IRM (2009) by Charlotte Gainsbourg (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Hey hey hey hey... hey hey hey hey...)

Hold my head up, right foot back
Take my hands down, shake my back
Pull my strings and cut my rope
Rattle my frame and shatter my ghost
And if I can't get back in line
They're gonna break me down
Till the broad daylight comes through

Breathe out, come alive
Give me a reason to feel

Take my eyes and paint my bones
Drill my brain all full of holes
And patch it up before it leaks
These memories come two by three
And if I catch these master's hands
Could I spend my days on a discount revelry

Breathe out, come alive
Give me a reason to feel

Quand on est mort c뭙st qu뭥n est mort
Quand on ne rit plus c뭙st qu뭥n ne vit plus
Quand j뭓urai coup?la ficelle
Mettez-moi dans une poubelle
Laissez-moi faisander un mois
Et de l?jetez-moi au chat
Qu뭝l refuse ma rate et mon foie
Mais choissez l뭜eure pour qu뭝l me mange le c쐕r
Et je reste encore avec vous
Sur vos ?aules et vos genoux
Que je sois puiqu뭝l faut qu뭥n existe
Le chat du caf?des artistes

Et si le pain vient ?manquer
Je serai l?et n뭜?itez pas
Brisez-moi les pattes et le cou
Et puis mangez-moi ?m?e le chat

Ce ne sera pas la premi?e fois
Qu뭥n aura mang?un artiste

Quand on est mort c뭙st qu뭥n est mort
Quand on ne rit plus, c뭙st qu뭥n ne vit plus
Quand il a coup?la ficelle
On l뭓 mis dans une poubelle

Et puis ils m뭥nt oubli?l?
L?l?l?l?l?l?l?l?
Comme ils ont oubli?le chat
Comme ils oublieront ma t?e et mes chansons

Ce ne sera pas la derni?e fois
Que l뭥n oubliera un artiste

Quand on est mort c뭙st qu뭥n est mort
Quand on ne rit plus, c뭙st qu뭥n ne vit plus
Quand il a coup?la ficelle
On l뭓 mis dans une poubelle

Et puis ils m뭥nt oubli?l?
L?l?l?l?l?l?l?l?x2

Help me to see
What it's all coming to
Crums on the table
And mud on these shoes
Treading so long
I can't see where we've been
Tracks on the trail and nails digging in

Who's to say it's all for the best in the end

Some hands will rob you
and some hands will beg
some say they'll stay
Till the last dying day
But if actions can't speak
and words cannot do
what then thousands armies
can't even fight through

Who's to say
it's all for the best in the end
who's to say
it's all the best in the end

She's sliding, she's sliding down to the depth of the world
She's fighting, she's fighting the urge to make a ....
Heaven can wait
and hell's too far ago
Somewhere between
what you need and what you know
And they're trying to drive that escalator into the ground
She's hiding, she's hiding on a battleship of baggage and bones
There's thunder, there's lightening in an avalanche of faces you know
Heaven can wait
and hell's too far ago
Somewhere between
what you need and what you know
And they're trying to drive that escalator into the ground
You left your credentials in a greyhound station
with a first aid kit and a flashlight
Going to a ..... unknown
Heaven can wait
and hell's too far ago
Somewhere between
what you need and what you know
And they're trying to drive that escalator into the ground

If I had my way
I'd cross the desert to the sea
Learn to speak in tongues something
That makes sense to you and me

I'd like to unplug the phone
Sending messages with a mirror
Stand on the old plateau
With a satellite dish and Geronimo's ghost

Down in the Rio Del Sol
I sunk my suitcase alone
Filled up the Amazon
With snakes and vines and ropes for my clothes

Me And Jane Doe and Rousseau
We've got nowhere to go
Walking through cactus and stones
With our bare hands mining for gold

Down in the city so cold
Shining like razors in the sun
You can go there anytime that you like
And try to find happiness from a gun

You could have it all
You could pawn it off
You could learn to crawl
Where you used to walk

And I... I'm only burning vanities

You could tell a tale
You could sell it off
You could find a grail
Made of cinder block

And I... I'm only burning vanities

I walk in a line
I see where I'm going
I turn inside out
The days that I've known
I face to myself
And give up the ghost
I turn in my mind
What time already knows

In the Time Of The Assassins
They say hallelujah
It doesn't take a miracle to raise a
Heart from the dead

I sift through the ash
I look for a sign
I open the wound
That keeps me in line
The shoulder that turns
The flame that goes out
The chapter I close
There's no point to it now

In the Time Of The Assassins
They say hallelujah
it doesn't take a miracle to raise a
Heart from the dead

And can something change
But still feel the same
The beginning's the end
I start all over again

In the Time Of The Assassins
They say hallelujah
it doesn't take a miracle to raise a
Heart from the dead

Train, train
Come and gone
My rum coco
My cold empty
Shake, shake
Sugaree
Shoo, shoo fly
Don't come back again

X X the eyes
C. C. Rider riding
On the morning tide
To the fall horizon
Sic, sic the wolves
And hope it don't get ugly
A trick pony
He don't know me
He don't know me at all

Knock, knock
Go away
Pull the trigger
And see your shadow laughing
Transatlantic
There's no one there
It's no cold comfort
With your conscience calling

X X the eyes
C. C. Rider riding
On the morning tide
To the fall horizon
Sic, sic the wolves
And hope it don't get ugly
A trick pony
He don't know me
He don't know me at all

Crooked man down a crooked mile
Crooked backbone, crossed out smile
Crooked cat, crooked mouse
We live together in a crooked little house

We're all fine, we're all fine
We fit together like worms on a line
We're so good, we're so nice
We stick together like dirty horse flies

Crooked eyes, crooked tooth
Crooked mind bending back the truth
A crooked road on a crooked town
Looking down at the crumbs on the ground

We're all fine, we're all fine
We fit together like nickles on a dime
We're so good, we're so nice
We talk the mumbo jumbo Greenwich Mean Time

We're all fine, we're all fine
We fit together like nickles on a dime
We're so good, we're so nice
We talk the mumbo jumbo Greenwich Mean Time

Red River, keep on rolling down
It's been a long time since I let my hair hang down
I'll take my time before I go under the ground
Oh dandelion, tell me what you're thinking now

Shape I'm in, I better get back home soon
I got one eye on the road and one eye on the big black moon
Dandelion, won't you tell me what to do

Ironsides rusting in the railroad rain
Now I found out what the Captain of the Morning was saying
Dandelion, better hope your mother's praying

Dumb luck is the only luck I ever knew
I'd make a wish but I don't think it'd ever come true
Dandelion, I guess I'll leave it up to you

Belle Starr, she doesn't have any shoes
She walks crooked and paints her eyelids blue
Dandelion, I wanna go there too

Voyage au bout de la nuit
Voyage au bout de la nuit
Voyage au bout de la nuit

Plumes sauvages
Le mirage
Kerozene
Au gris gris
Rattlesnake
Cadillac
Race humaine
Espace vie

Voyage au bout de la nuit

We could go au bout du monde
Till the end of the night
We could go au bout du monde
Till the end of the night
Voyage au bout de la nuit
We could go, oh
Journey till the end of the world

Guitare noire
Lame rasoire
Porte bonheur
Accroche coeur
Vagabond
Bottle blond
Cicatrice
Sacrifice

Voyage au bout de la nuit

We could go au bout du monde
Till the end of the night
We could go au bout du monde
Till the end of the night
Voyage au bout de la nuit
We could go, oh
Journey till the end of the world

Voyage au bout de la nuit

I collect many things
And keep them all close to me
To the ceiling from the floor
I'm tripping on them constantly

Pixelated faces play
On the blown out TV screen
Footage from a camera,
These days I'm fast-forwarding

I see a pattern start to form
Over time it's surfacing
Like a face I recognize
It never says anything

I add up all these moments
In a long narrow ledger
Decimals of pain
Integers of pleasure

The sum of all these parts
I don't know how to measure
They keep on adding up
They just keep on adding up

The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends

J'ai eu le courage de regarder en arriere
Les cadavres de mes jours

Que lentement passent les heures
Comme passe un enterrement
Tu pleureras l'heure ou tu pleures
Qui passera trop vitement
Comme passe toutes les heures.

Et toi mon coeur pourquoi bats-tu?
Comme un guetteur melancolique
J'observe la nuit et la mort

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure