================================================ NOTES ================================================ Bon, mon anglais approximatif m'a permis d'écrire quelques bonnes bourdes et ne m'aura surement pas évité de faire quelques bonnes fautes d'orthographe ou autres barbarismes. Ceci dit, ce qui est fait est fait et ce qui est chanté est chanté. Mais puisque ce qui est fait n'est plus à faire... Bonne lecture tout de même (puriste s'abstenir)! ================================================ MISS SHAPENFINGERS "THIS AIN'T LOVE SONGS" (2006) PERCHED ON THE HEART -------------------- WHAT A STRANGE FLICKER RIPS UP THE NIGHT ; IT LOOKS LIKE DESIRE, BUT HOW COULD I KNOW ? SO MUCH ALLURING WORDS FOR SUCH MISCHIEVOUS SMILES JUST SPILL INTO WATER INNUENDOES. HOLD TIGHT MY HAND ; IT’S TIME TO RISE. THE WORLD’S FLOWING DOWN ; BE READY TO DIVE. CLOSE, BUT NOT TO THE END, NOR AFRAID TO DROWN TOGETHER NOW. WHAT A WARM FEELING SWINGS UNDER YOUR SKIN ; IT SOUNDS LIKE LUST I DID NEVER TRUST. ALCOHOLS ON OUR LIPS THAT TEASE US WHILE WE KISS DON’T GIVE WAY TO THE PASSION ; WE’RE JUST LOOSING PATIENCE. SEVENTEEN --------- SO HERE IS MY GIRL, FRIENDS, SHE DRIVES ME ROUND THE BENDS ; SHE’S JUST SEVENTEEN, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. BUT SHE’S CUTE & LOVELY, SMART & CRAZY. AND ON A QUITE FEW POINT, SHE’S MATURER THAN ME. WE’RE SO DIFFERENT BUT WE DON’T CARE. MY PRETTY GIRL, FRIENDS CHARMS LIKE I BREATH, THAT’S WHY ON THE LIST I AM NUMBER TEN. SHE LIKES TO FUCK BUT SHE AIN’T A BITCH. SHE’S BISEXUAL BUT DICK’S NUMBER ONE. MY CRAZY GIRL, FRIENDS GOES TO FREE PARTIES & RAVES BUT WHEN SHE’S DRUNK SHE BEHAVES LIKE A PUNK. SHE LISTEN TO CRAP MUSIC AND SHE KNOWS I HATE IT. BUT SHE’S A REVEILLER. WE HAVE FUN TOGETHER. MY GIRL IS KIND, FRIENDS SO WELL I UNDERSTAND SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU SINCE YOU SENT HER PACKING. AND IF SHE’S BAD TEMPERED THIS AIN’T YOUR PROBLEME ; YOU HAVEN’T TO LIVE WITH ALL HER EXES. MY LAZY GIRL, FRIENDS TAKES HERO & COCAINE. SHE RATHER PEFERS A LINE THAN A KISS OF MINE. SHE SAYS THE WORLD’S AWFUL IN THIS WORLDS WE’RE ALL FOOLS SHE SAYS I CAN’T HELP HER AND CAN’T MAKE IT BETTER. SHORT-LOVED ----------- EVERYTHING HAS AN END. ANYTHING THAT SHINE ENDS TO FADE. IT WILL NEVER CHANGE. EVERYTHING GETS OLD. ANYTHING THAT RISE ENDS TO FALL ; THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES. SO HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO BELIEVE IN ETERNAL FEELINGS BETWEEN YOU & ME ? I LOOK IN YOUR EYES, WATCHING YOUR PASSION LEAVES AND TOMORROW THERE’LL BE NOTHING LEFT TO SEE. WE BELIEVE WHAT WE SAY BUT BE SURE WE’LL REGRET IT SOMEDAY ; WE ALL END TO BETRAY. AND OUR WORDS WILL RUST WHEN WE’LL RETURN TO DUST ; THAT’S THE WAY ENTROPY WORKS. IF I LOOSE YOUR CARE, I DON’T NEED YOUR PITY. I KNOW IT’S NOT FAIR I KNOW IT’S NOT EASY. AND EVERY CHOICE LEADS TO MISTAKES BUT WE KNOW IT ALL : WE’LL PULL TILL IT BREAKS. PILE OF BROKEN BONES -------------------- I PULLED MY SKIN UP TO ERASE THE CUTS I DREW WITH MY NAILS EVERY TIME I FAILED. I TOOK MY FLESH OFF, FOR MY BLEEDING STOP ; THREW MY ORGANS OUT TO CLEAN THE INSIDE. BUT TODAY… BUT TODAY, I FOUND SOMEONE TO BELIEVE WHEN SHE SAYS ‘‘NOT TO FEEL DO NOT RELIEVE OF ANY PAIN. SO COLLECT YOUR BONES AND COME HOME TO TALK WITH ME.’’ TO WALK IS TO FALL IF YOUR GROUND FEELS NO LEGS. A PILE OF BROKEN BONES CAN’T PICK UP ITSELF… WITHOUT HELP. BAD DAY (FOR YOU) ----------------- GREY CLOUDS ON YOUR WINDOW, A COLD WIND BLOWS ON YOUR FEET. NO DREAM INSIDE YOUR PILLOW, NO MORE LOVE IN YOUR SHEET. NO LIGHT IN THIS ROOM, EVEN NOT RAYS FROM THE MOON. RAINY DAY IN THE SUMMER. HOLIDAYS WITH NOTHING TO DO. YOU CALLED HIM TO MAKE HIM COME. BUT HE HAD BETTER THINGS TO DO. YOU CALLED HIM TO MAKE HIM COME. BUT HE DOESN’T PICK UP THE PHONE. YOU WISH YOU WOULD BE STRONG BUT WAKE UP, NO ONE IS STRONG. THERE’S NOTHING THAT YOU COULD CHANGE ; IT’S TRUE BUT SAD TO BE SAID. ‘CAUSE IT’S A BAD DAY FOR YOU, JUST A BAD DAY FOR YOU ; IT’S A BAD DAY FOR YOU. - JUST A BAD TIME TO BE SPENT. NOTHING MAKES YOU SMILE, YOU’RE TOO OBSESSED BY THE LACK. NO ONE TO MAKE YOU LAUGH, EVEN NOT WHISPERS IN YOUR BACK. THERE’S NO ONE TO STROKE YOUR SKIN EXEPT THE COLDNESS OF THE WIND. YOU’VE GOT NOWHERE TO FEEL GOOD, AND NOBODY TO CHANGE THAT MOOD. EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY, NOW ---------------------------- SCARS. THERE’S SCARS ON YOUR HEART I DID NOT EXPECT THE FIRST TIME WE MET. THAT’S SOMETHING MORE WE SHARE AND WE BOTH ARE SCARED TO BLEED A- -GAIN SO WE DROWN OUR PAIN, WE CLOSED OUR WOUNDS INTO THE SEA BUT NOW, WET AND RELIEVED, WE CAN BELIEVE THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY NOW. I DON’T WANNA BE JUST ONE MORE GUY AMONG THOSE WHO HAVE MADE YOU CRY. I WANNA BE THE LAST ONE YOU’LL KISS BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONE THAT I REALLY MISS. STARS. STARS IN YOUR EYES. WHEN I LOOK IN THEM THEY REMIND ME THOSE I’VE ALREADY SEEN WHEN YOU WERE TEEN AND WHAT A WONDERFUL WOMAN YOU ARE NOW. TRANSLATED LIES DON’T MAKE HAPPY ENDS ------------------------------------- ‘‘IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU, IT’S ALL ABOUT ME. I STILL DON’T KNOW YOU AS YOU DON’T KNOW ME. AND I CAN’T AFFORD TO DEVOTE TIME FOR IT : IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT, I’M TOO BUSY.’’ COME ON, WAKE UP LITTLE BOY WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ? DON’T FEEL ANNOYED. REMEMBER I TOLD YOU NOT TO BECOME ATTACHED OR ADDICTED YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I DID NOT EXPECT ANYTHING FROM YOU EXEPT YOUR PRECENCE TO FEEL GOOD. AND I DIDN’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU ; I JUST HOPED YOU’D TELL ME THE TRUTH. ‘‘YOU’RE A NICE GUY AND I LIKED YOUR EYES. DISTANCES HAVE CHANGED LETS JUST BE FRIENDS. YOU KNOW I CAN’T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME: IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT, I’M NOT READY.’’ COME ON, WAKE UP LITTLE BOY, IF YOU WANNA FUCK JACKET OUTDOOR. YOU WERE BOTH MY DOG AND MY TOY IT USED TO BE FUN NOW I AM BORED. TRANSLATED LIES DON’T MAKE HAPPY ENDS, BUT I HAD THE PRETENCE TO THINK YOU’D TELL ME THE TRUTH. SLEEPLESS NIGHT UNDERGROUND --------------------------- WE’VE WAITED FOR THIS COURTYARD WAKING. NOW IT’S OURS UNTIL WE LEAVE. WE STAYED AND SAT TO STARE AT THE SUN RISING. NOW IT BURNS US WITHIN. OUR FALL’S NOT SO COLD THIS YEAR NOR FEARS. I WONDER WHY. BUT THE ANSWER’S IN YOUR EYES. THEY SAY : ‘‘STOP, HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO ?’’ SO YOU STARTED TO WALK JUST TO SEE TIL WHERE I COULD FOLLOW. I’LL SHOW YOU ‘ROUND THE CITY’S UNDERGROUND IF YOU COME AND WALK BESIDE ME. ‘‘NOW IT’S TIME TO LEAVE THIS TOWN’’, YOU SAID, ‘‘AND OUR ROADS SEPERATE HERE’’ A KISS ON A CHEEK’S NOT SUCH A SAD GOODBYE. I WONDER WHY. BUT THE ANSWER’S IN YOUR EYES. BECAUSE THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOUR FEET TO TRAVEL IT ALL OVER. VINE TIME (THIS BEE HAS FLOWN) ------------------------------ I ONCE HAD A GIRL OR SHOULD I SAY I ONCE MET SOMEONE THAT HAD NO TIME FOR ME. SHE SHOWED ME HER ROOM THE VERY FIRST NIGHT ; PRETTY BAD START FOR A STORY LIKE OURS. DEAD-DRUNK LIKE PUNKS BIDDING OUR TIME FOR ONCE WE KNEW WHAT TO DO WHEN THERE WAS NO MORE VINE. WE TALKED UNTIL TWO, AND THEN SHE SAID : ‘‘I NEEDED YOUR HELP BUT FOR NOW IT’S TOO LATE.’’ WHEN I MISS HER TOO MUCH, I DRINK SOME VINE ; RED HELPS ME TO REMIND THE MADNESS OF OUR LIFES VIEWED THROUGH HER EYES. WHEN I MISS HER TOO MUCH I DRINK MORE VINE : THE WHITE ONE HELPS ME TO CRY WHEN I CAN’T TASTE HER SKIN WHEREAS I HEAR HER SING. SHE STOOD HERE AND HUMMED SHE TAPPED ON MY DRUM TILL I FEEL ASLEEP AND WENT BACK TO MY DREAMS. BUSY LIKE (A) BEE FAR FROM ITS HIVE, WASTING HER WORDS WHEREAS THEY ARE JUST LIES. SHE WORKED ON MY FACE UNTIL MY EYES BREAK. NOW IT HURTS WHEN I WATCH DARKNESS FROM THE INSIDE. BUSY LIKE (A) BEE FAR FROM ITS HIVE. MAYBE SHE’S RIGHT OR MAYBE SHE IS JUST FRIGHTENED. AND WHEN I AWOKE I WAS ALONE, THIS BEE HAS FLOWN BUT IT WILL DIE ON FALL. IF I LIGHT A FIRE I’D BURN ALL THE LIARS SPENDING THEIR TIME JUST TO DRINK AND TO CRY. YOU LEFT THE WAY YOU CAME ------------------------- (j'ai écris ces paroles en une heure pour qu'elles restent spontanées et fidèles aux souvenirs et images que j'avais dans la tête moment même de l'enregistrement... mais je crois qu'il serait préférable que je ne les mettent pas ici)