LyRiCS
JoLLY TRouBLe
If one day you come up to me and say I'm old and time has come to bury me
I won't be a fuss, I'll dig my hole and then I'll live and then I'll grow, I'll
be a tree
I'll do some wood I'll do some leaves, right in front of your window, I'll dim
the lights
All you round will feel like night but you can't bring yourself to cut me down
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,
But one day at last , I'll bear some fruit, heavy , juicy , shinny fruit, you
can't resist
And this fruit, you shall pick, it'll make you sick, it's highly poisonous
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose.
Pick a card from the deck, then put it back in the deck, anywhere you want.
-No, not this one.
Pick a card, put it back anywhere you want but more to this side.
-No, not this one.
Pick this card in the deck, then put it back here, under my thumb.
-Ace of spades!
This is what I call magic, it's very rare, it's a gift.
Eight hold the low parts while you dive in a pond.
The pond is full of sharks but you're wearing a suit.
The suit is made of chicken skin so you'll survive the chute.
Ten will make you bleed while you build-up some speed.
When you get up to eighty, you stand right on the saddle.
Let go of the handlebars and do a triple somersault.
Six are kicking your head while you enter the church.
You set fire to the priest but save him with the holy water.
As soon as you catch a dead bee bring it back to life with your foot
Go and dig up a big fat tree rub it down with blood soap and soot
They took their car when they coud've been walking
They only had a little way to go
They took their boat when they could've been swimming
They only had a little way to go
What if we all did the same?
What if we all did the same?
What if we all did the same?
What if we all did the same?
Let's go now, have a big fat ripe lie 'bout ways how to write songs to make you
cry.
How long can it take for us to write a dozen pieces,
For every one of us to sing their bit and play their part?
How long? How long? How long? How long? How?
All the notes we know and finding words has never been a trouble
Why is it so long, are we so slow, don't we move on?
How long? How long? How long? How long?
Maybe we know our listeners are at least as slow as us,
And if in equal situation wouldn't we hear double the fuss?
Interesting, quite, high, no, reasonnable, dim
Seven days
Twenty times
Eighteen years
You've been here for
How long? How long? How long? How long? How?
Crappy diesel, funny petrol, medecine and hope.
Slimy oil, daily dribble, semolina bolt.
How long? How long? How long? How long?
Let's go now, have a big fat ripe lie 'bout ways how to write songs to make you
cry.
You have ways to look at things
And see them well, and see their strings
And it can harm, Oh hear me beg
To break an arm, to break a leg
Fill up my socks with paste and rocks
Up to my knees.
And it can harm.
You hold keys that lock you in states
But you are told not to touch keys
Until weird beings come come come...
It's dry you, suck cool drinks from a straw.
You're late, but you'll catch the time.
You suck not only blood but time.
You're late, but it's not worth a stroke.
You suck everything that has taste.
You're late, I guess we'll have to wait.
You suck and suck so much that now
You're late, my luck your cake.
Good, but it can harm.
The arrow maker's simple
He's pervious to speed
A talker of twaddle
He's a twerp, he quiddles
Wake up! Don't!
Wake up! Don't!
The sherif has a lazy eye
He hirples like a gaby
He havers on his lies
About flaccid girls like me
But we know how things end up
When sherifs meet twerps
If you've had a beer
And a taste of turd
You have to eat desert
The shepherd's son is humble
He never feels the need
To brag about his cattle
He's a mute, he dribbles
The taylor has a funny tie
That points down at his belly
He says it stops him getting high
When things are getting fizzy
Taylor has a funny mirror
Taylor has a hobby
Shepherd has a funny hammer
Shepherd has a fury
Sherif has a funny ladder
Sherif has a query
Have a drink of funny liquor
Have a piece of jelly
He! Who! He! Who!
He who dribbles, he who dribbles
He who dribbles, he who dribbles
Come into lobby
Come into body
Have a tea to drink
Have a tea to spit
Come into party
Come into glory
Have a cat to kill
Have a dog to drill
They know nothing still they can't stop talking
They keep moving but don't know where they're heading
They love ideas we've lost for years
We've been here for longer
We know it can't be better
Youth is no value
We're wiser than you
You'll try to make it sound
Like something good
Like something we all need
And we'll get used
To seeing things
The way you do
We'll love to hear for hours
Fighting bulls and shooting birds
You'll calm our sense of greed
Our lust for books
We'll loose our need to read
You cost us money and time
We'd be better off filling in the mine
Getting in the tub from a door on the side
Thank you for the sight we have our pride
You're shown into a kitchen
The cooks are standing there
They're standing standing standing standing
Standing while you stare
They come a little closer
And sit you on a chair
They're coming coming coming coming
Coming while stare
The cooks they think you're nice
And want another bite
They know a way to better you
So that you can taste right
Choose the picture onthe plate
The cheese you want to grate
Your name is on the menu
Have a bite the meat is you
This little finger went off for a drive
He went through the tunnel of death
And came back from after life
This little finger was never really the same again
But he still had a nice life
'Cause he never told what he saw
But still he went on turning knobs and pushing buttons
But still he went on turning knobs with his thumb
Enveloppe, overview
Attack may be gradual
Or anything in between
Likewise when a sound ends
It dies away completely
The final drop in brightness
We call it its release
This is a call
I made two days ago
To warn you of a vision
Enter the hall
You'll see a list of names
They all lived in the mansion
And all the time they spent in the house
Was wasted on number of deeds that mattered moderately
Like reading a book and cutting a tree
CuTe HoRSe CuT
Every step is planned
And this is how I'm hoping
Things are most likely
To take place
Bring some biscuits
Maybe shout
Indicate
You hide out
Out of the box will come the screws that seal your coffin.
They're fragile and they'll break for nothing.
Burried in a hole
just wait a minute
we shall get you
When everything is quiet
Quite easy and obvious
You were bound to die
You're simply going in and coming out
Dig a bit
With your nails
Soft patches
Are bound to give way
Forget the breathing
Azote in a tin
Ear us diging
We'll piercing your skin
Hit me from a different angle
It'll help escape the tangle
There are clouds in this room
There are crowds use a broom
Hunt me from a different angle
Kill me right in the jungle
Fill the ditch in my shoes
Make me rich
Help me choose
Hang me out a longer paddle
I won't go without the saddle
Have a walk in the town
Have a talk wear a crown
Hang that ham above the craddle
Bunch of twankers are this label
Get the keys on the door
Feed the bees on the floor
All you need is a brick
And a window
Throw the brick through
The open window
and let it land on my hand
Ha ha laughs
Ha ha cries
We love tricks so much
Ha ha blood ha ha
Broken fingers
Let's do it again
Let's do it again,
Let's do it again,
Let's do it ag'
Who tells you what to do?
King
Who knows what is true?
You
Who is it you call you?
Me
Who's in charge of the key?
You
Who's going to be keen?
Who told you to be true?
Me
Who gave you such a sting?
King
Who never has a clue?
You
Who's going to be me?
Queen
Who's going to do you?
Who is last in the queue?
Kinky pawn eating the cheeseboard
winking at the king with his sword
Kinky pawn eating the cheeseboard
winking at the king with his sword
King key clue queen you
Do keen you me true
Me do you king queen
Mean me see you true
King key clue queen you
Do keen you me true
Me do you king queen
Mean me see you true
I was plotting in a trench
You came waving a wrench
You hit me right in the jaw
Efficiently ending our war
I was waiting in the car
You came swaying a crowbar
You turned out all of my lights
Efficiently ending our fights
Peace and harmony
Cannot be stopped
When sudden violence
Comes into the plot
It's unbeatable
Bliss and quietness
Shall be redeemed
If utter wildness
Is part of the scheme
It's unbeatable
We are know all fit to jump the cliff
Cyanid's ready fo the last sip
We've waited so long to pop our lids
Haunted house,
Haunted house.
What lies in your cellar?
Haunted house,
Haunted house.
What lies in your loft?
Probably nothing scary,
Probably nothing ghostly.
Easy rules we see you coming
Lazy fools we'll have you hanging
Rusty tools will do the cutting
Leafy trees shall hide the killing
Day, day, day, day...
Easy rules we see you coming
Rusty tools will do the cutting
Spend my time
Broke my spine
Search and find
Listen to grind
Spend my time
Broke my spine
Search and find
Play some grind
Easy rules you see us coming
Lazy fools you'll have us hanging
Empty pools you're so deceiving
Leafy trees they see us dying
Each day I set up a new string
Next week I'll be able to sing
slight
give
kinds
small
That
me
to
your
slight
tilts
give
good
kinds
of
small
tips
that
make
me
want
to
break
your
hips
oh oh oh ...
slight
tilts
give
good
kinds
of
small
tips
that
make
me
want
to
break
your
hips
oh oh oh ...
Drink an extra pint of gravy
Drink an extra pint of gravy
Broken instruments
The orchestra is ill
Most dates cancelled
The musicians were killed
Instruments
Mended
Orchestra
Deaf
DaddySticks likes to talk and knows how things work. In nineteen eighty two, he meets and marries MummyCello. She's comprehensive. In two thousand and two, has he was drowning, she saved GuitarDog. He's a fierce alsacian that bites and attacks at all times, he needs to be calmed down with food and if that doesn't work DaddySticks beats him up badly.
He hits joints, the tail and the head to teach the dog
He says « it's a logical way to proceed ».
But sometimes, MummyCello needs to call the psychiatric services or the police.
I'll hurt your elbow
I'll kick your right shoulder
I'll krush your blockhead
I'll hit your left finger
I'll hurt your elbow
I'll kick your right shoulder
I'll krush your blockhead
I'll hit your left finger
I'll cut your legs you'll stop dancing and simpering (x17)
You shoot after
I don't know how many people you see
Are you thinking there are a lot of pills
I don't know how many people you see
Are you thinking there are a lot of pills
I was wondering if theese were the same as those we'd seen previously, because of all the small screws and maybe they can be fitted together if the sizes coïncide, couldn't they be fixed on the top of one another with like this one top on all the ground and this one on top.
In the shape of a pyramid.
I don't know how the crowds descend theese hills
Are you thinking that they will break their knees
I am so glad you choose this walnut tree
Are you having another of my pills
Clap whouaaa
Are you in pain ?
If (x30)
If you cross a nice ghost
Tell him you'll be his host
If he says you look ill
Tell him you can still kill
They can enter your eyes
Can travel through lies
They displace your earings
They remember
They can move the curtain
They can make things happen
They miscount the cd's
They turn on the tv's
If you cross a nice ghost (x3)
If If If If If If If If
Blood on my shirt
Snot on my socks
Spit on your vest
Sweat on your hat
You know that birds eat worms that eat leaves that fall from trees where birds live.
You know that birds eat worms that eat leaves that fall from trees where birds live.
Trees know that worms eat birds that fall from leaves where you live.
You are sitting
Opposite me
In a party
Everybody has fun
Between us
Is a bowl
Containing
Rotten chips
The bowl
represents
The crust
Of planets
You're pushing
The bowl
Towards me
With your feet
You're filling
The hole
Inside me
With some meat
Where will it all come from?
And when will it end?
Why don't you ever pretend?
Cry when the people die
And try the life extent
Oh my, you nearly made it.
Could you carve me animal skin ?
I'll give you all
Can't she bring me magazine tin?
It's in the hole.
Did they play us several tricks ?
They don't need to.
Do we have to understand it ?
I've work to do.
Are you finding cannibal books ?
Look in your desk.
Is she waiting pornograf books ?
And all the rest.
Are They cooking edible cats ?
Mist you will know
Can I wear theese horrible hats ?
You can say no.
Open mouth stuck-out tongue telling lies I know see why it all went wrong.
They don't need to
Is your end coming ?
Wait a second.
Are you proud of it ?
l spell on tong.
Do we have to quit ?
After this song
How do you call it ?
My diamond pond.
i'M oK
I built you an airplane, it never left the lane.
I built you a huge bed , I set fire to the shed.
I bought you a nice dog, I killed it with a log.
I really want to marry you, I don't think you'll be true.
Tardiness and malady are slackening the rest :
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Tardiness and malady are slackening the rest :
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Accident for a president
Accident for a president
Tragedy for a first lady
Tragedy for a first lady
Accident for a president
Tragedy for a first lady
Accident of a first lady
Tragedy of a president.
I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,
I'm ok, I'm ok.
I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,
I'm ok, I'm ok.
Knife – hatchet – scissors – blade – hammer
nails – shears – razor – chainsaw – arrows
head-cutting wire – glove – guillotine – teeth
I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,
I'm ok, I'm ok.
I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,
I'm ok, I'm ok.
Colors and shapes an facts and figures about boys and girls and girls and boys,
lies and videotapes, they say and tell everything and nothing.
Cherry, elephant, mad, tired.
Riot, years, fuzz, oil?
Grab the glass and light the gas,
We cut some wood and store it inside.
Wait a year and dig-up the weeds,
Choose the right book and start to read.
Block-up your ears and close your eyes,
Dogs bark and tear-up their inside.
Plants have suddenly stopped growing,
Cook the last feast watch your spelling.
C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.
Quoi?
C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.
Quoi?
C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.
Quoi?
J'ai peur d'aller en enfer.
J'ai peur d'aller en enfer.
J'ai peur.
She cleans her crooked nails with poork blood.
You shiver, you quiver, you tremble.
She plays with riots and balls fire.
Do you like it? It thrills you? It thrills you.
She wears a beard and plays electric guitar.
Do you hear it? Do you want to dance?
The dance of the red burning dancers?
The slope, the fall, the slope, the fall, the slope, the fall, the slope, the fall.
Without fire in my hands!
Without fire in my hands!
Without fire in my hands!
Without fire in my hands!
Nos vieux pommiers de Normandie,
Au mois de mai charment les cœurs!
Quand la nature est reverdie,
Ils sont poudrés de blanches fleurs!
Ainsi qu'au jour des Ziménés,
Tout est joyeux dans les sentiers!
Sous le soleil des matinées,
Qu'ils sont jolis nos vieux pommiers!
SeVeN GuiTaRS aND a CLouD oF MiLK
There was five of us
It was a quiet morning
And no one knows why
She jumped from the last floor
There was four of us
The meal was delicious
And no one knows why
He drank two liters of petrol
There was three of us
The evening was nice
And no one knows why
He stuck a knife in his belly
There was two of us
The night was hot
And I don’t know why
She hanged herself in the bathroom
It was great, it was nice, it was yesterday
It was glorious, it was luminous, it was enchanted
People are laughing, people are smiling, girls are dancing
Lies and videotapes, they say and tell everything and nothing.
They’d jump the fence and run over the hill
It could last for days until one of them was hill
He would then die or get grinded in the mill
We would then obtain the paste to mend the windowsill
It’ll look good when all the cracks are filled
In this room there could be tools or maybe a mine field
In each room there’ll be cameras to keep an eye on the mice
It’ll be like a castle, or a really massive house
Mix up the powder with a bit of water
You know it is ready when you feel it is sticky
All you then have to do is to wait and see
And maybe help it to be by pasting it with your shoe
Beers
Gravy
Emo
Ditch
Naked
Friendly
Witch
Plenty
Scrape
Chapter
Bacon
Count
Shrimp
Likely
Seatbelt
Wound
Hum words that sound so good
Like ear and drum
They go together well like
Tasty food and rhum
Bucket in a well
Mix the things you find
With a little drop of wine
Under your skin
There always shines a grin
I see behind your hood
How you insist on looking good
Stain
Word
Power
Lens
Gold
Egg
Loaf
Tray
Corner
Plug
Flint
Collar
Smell
Neck
Piano
Beef
Fall
Burn
Bleed
Tear
Drip
Scratch
Melt
It has to fall It has to burn
It has bleed On every wall
It has to tear It has to drip
It has to scratch until you fall
It has to melt has to shine
It has to hurt before you call
It has to stick it has to knock
It has to cut your way to tall
Fall
Burn
Bleed
Tear
Drip
Scratch
Melt
Shine
Hurt
Stick
Knock
cut
I’ve been walking for hours (x2)
But i’m sure
I’m gonna get there soon
I’ve been working for days (x2)
But i’m sure
I’m gonna get payed soon
I’ve been waiting fot month (x2)
But i’m sure
You gonna come back soon
I’ve been living for years (x2)
But i’m sure
I’m gonna die soon
An old policeman
Is waiting for a train
While his son’s
Having fun
With a black poodle’s head
It was roughly that time
When they emptied the church
It was full with the bones
Of the dead pom-pom girls
He got drunk at the fair
And was sick on a ride
He was struck by the head
Of her cordless guitar
We will try not to laugh
When you stutter your song
We will try not to laugh
Poupoutchak pipoumclonhonhongueu
The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk (x4)
Pencils, rulers, a pair of plyers,
Pens & starshaped screwdrivers,
Is what I recommend, to mend,
The ugly but needed broken down playpens.
Probably a painting showing people playing on
Computers from the times when you had to wait for time and food
To come out creased from a dysfunctional printer.
Heavily minted toothpaste,
A map to find the place,
Have a seat take a plate
Taste the meat eat some cake,
And avoid saying anything stupid about the flames coming out from the coffin lid
The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk (x4)
i believe in a monsterland with a bat as a queen
i believe in a monsterland with a ghost as a king
i believe in a monsterland where chidren switch off the light
where witches govern you
where witches govern me charms spells sorcery
i believe in a monsterland where nightmares are fun
where candles ans skulls protect you
where kisses and love afraid me
strange dark slimmy awfull fat hairy
we believe in a monsterland
we believe in a monsterland
Meditative
Interesting
Satisfaid
Exausted
Released
Arogant
Bored
Loaded
Envious
Suspicious
Obstinate
Negative
Griving
Here's a miserable song x2
My lips make a round like a chicken asshole
but i wissle my burden withou thinking of my mouth
bring some coffee and some milk
bring your cards and playing map
bring some change but leave your gun
all is fine i want so fun
put the stones
back on the chairs
my parents are back
they see them there
he can bend a bow one armed
he can bild a house of clay
he can leave you dead or unarmed
he can break your arm to play
he lacks an « o » to be good
he's generally misunderstood
he uses threat and fright
wearing cloth of love and light
What a fox does
What a fox needs
On what does a fox feed
I’m straving
I’m starving
Please give me something
I’ll eat anything
A fox eats mainly hans
And rabbits of...
Whatever he finds
I need a beer, I feel dried up
I feel like
I’m empty
Like all wild animals
He’ll keep away from
Large town city
London I’ll go to London
Find me a...
Even if he is very very
Hungry, he’ll never eat
Norman lady
First I’ll eat a piece of Udi
For a starter Vincent Olliver
Of all animals, the fox
Is the nicest, the most
Gentle and the most
Reasonnable
Tear them open
Swallow their guts
Break their bones
Puncture their skin
A change of mood can change your food
A change of food can change your mood.