Multipolar

by Cool Cavemen

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Nicolas RESSOT
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Nicolas RESSOT c'est vrai que c'est difficile de ne pas penser à FFF à l'écoute de cet album ; mais en ajoutant Homer Simpson en guest, ça prend tout de suite une autre dimension ! Favorite track: J’préfère que c’est mieux.
Cyril Glaume
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Cyril Glaume Fishbone, FFF, Living Coloür, Sinclair, les Red Hot, plus un bon petit glaçage nawak… Multipolar, c’est un peu tout ça, avec de gros titres qui pourraient sans mal cartonner en radio. Et puis beaucoup de soleil, également. Pour en savoir plus: www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/cool-cavemen-multipolar-4778.html Favorite track: Fusion.
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1.
Do dum do dum do do do dum do do (Rrrrr) Hey, qu'est-ce que tu chantes fiston? Salut Papa, c'est Cool Cavemen Je reviens d'un de leur concert J'ai été les voir parce qu'ils jouent tout nu Hi hi hi hi, ils sont tout nu! Mais, c'est de la musique de sauvage! Du groovy rock sauvage Papa Groovy rock mes fesse oui! Allez, montez bande de nazes, je suis a la bourre! Waaa! C'est le CD des Cool Cavemen! Ouais, fais péter!
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04:15
Elle Attend que tu daignes entrer dans son déluge d’injure Et de questions impures Comme une hyène enragée Cesse de plaidoyer Tel un homme incriminé Observe tes frasques délurées Qui ne font que l’exciter Hey! Perdu dans le brouillard Hey! De cet Art - stop Hey! Penser avec égards Hey! Ses écarts Elle Attend de toi la perfection, création novatrice Une chimère, un délice Au diable la virtuosité Les idées perfectibles Laissons parler l’oeuvre indicible Au centre, au centre de la cible Toi martyr si fragile Hey! Perdu dans le brouillard Hey! De cet Art - stop Hey! Penser avec égards Hey! Ses écarts Papala-papaye lapapabala-papaye babadam Badabadaybala-papaye Papala-papaye lapapabala-papaye babadam Badalay lapapa Hey! Perdu dans le brouillard Hey! De cet Art - stop Hey! Penser avec égards Hey! Ses écarts La critique est la plaie D’une toile immaculée Mais, sans elle tu ne pourrais exister Personne pour t’engraisser
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04:04
Avant de t’avoir définitivement adopté J’étais paumé j'n’arrivais plus à rêver, yeah-eh Depuis, ta main radicalement directrice Me rend plus fort et me re-sociabilise, y-yeah-eh Amène-moi dans tes contrées de naïveté Et de futilité Woho! My universe My universel, j'n’ai jamais rien goûté de tel Woho! My universe Bienv'nue dans un monde de portails virtuels Les pages d’inconnus devenues fortes usuelles, yeah-eh Ce flot de messages au doux parfum d’aspartame Me fait découvrir la vie sous emballage cellophane, y-ya-ah Amène-moi dans tes contrées de naïveté Et de futilité Woho! My universe My universel, je n’ai jamais rien goûté de tel Woho! My universe Comment tisser sa toile dans ce phénomène planétaire? Encore me formater, je ferais tout pour te plaire My univers seul My univers seul My univers seul My univers seul My univers seul My univers seul My univers seul My univers seul
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As we approach the scene, we do not feel no fear Crowbars in hands, we sneak up to the gate No noise inside the house, they should not be awake These dear friends whose money will disappear It's time to force the door The lock sounds a bit sore Don't drop the key! Someone, coming! Someone, coming! The owner! Whenever we try to steal everything goes horribly wrong Every time we take an anvil on the head We hope this time we'll not slip on banana skins Tumble down dozens of stairs Otherwise it becomes comical It was the cat in fact, the owners are still sleeping We still have to go through the back Discretion, we know that, impatience is arising We'll end up having jewels and necklaces ransacked Have we forgotten it? No time to look for it The master key What’s that? A dog? What’s that? A dog? Olé! Whenever we try to steal everything goes horribly wrong Every time we take an anvil on the head We hope this time we'll not slip on banana skins Tumble down dozens of stairs Otherwise it becomes comical Dirty mutt, he just bit my butt I'm lame, like my sidekick I’m in pain In order to conquer such a height We’re preparing to climb the drainpipe The drainpipe breaks, we fall to the ground Still we try not to make a sound We are cut, we might get tetanus Even Pierre Richard has less problems than us Eventually we get to the top The tiles slip, but we won’t stop I know! Why don’t we go through the chimney? What a good idea! I forgot I’m allergic to soot I manage to catch a branch as I fall off the roof My friend sends me a rope and he hits a beehive The nest falls on my head, I let go and I dive I catch my foot in a great big turd as I start to run The dog and bees team up, here they come It bites my arse, they sting me in the mouth (Hey!) My nose begins to bleed, I step in a pot of paint (Wow!) The police arrives (Ouch!) And we go to jail (D'oh!) Ambelebum bada pidibup bedum
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04:29
Forget your cares, forget what makes your sorrow Take the time, indulge yourself, try a piece Enter the sound, some music to end your troubles Yeah-y-yeah You’ve got to fuse your mind to get into bliss Fuse it with your flesh If music makes your frozen blood burn Let it soak your veins You’ve got to fuse your mind to get into bliss Fuse it with your flesh Reach the high ground for which you yearn Free from the chores and pain (¡Ay ay ay!) Whatever the means, all art is a good fellow Be the traveller, journey to seek inner peace Stories to dreams, a rapture to make you travel Yeah-y-yeah You’ve got to fuse your mind to get into bliss Fuse it with your flesh If music makes your frozen blood burn Let it soak your veins You’ve got to fuse your mind to get into bliss Fuse it with your flesh Reach the high ground for which you yearn Free from the chores and pain Whoo! Got to fuse your body and your soul man! Let music soak your veins! You get into bliss man! Got to live up to the dream! Live it up! Live up to the fusion! You’ve got to fuse your mind to get into bliss Fuse it with your flesh If music makes your frozen blood burn Let it soak your veins Everybody Everybody Everybody fuse Everybody Everybody Everybody fuse
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Wake up in the morning but it’s way past noon I’m with the girl next door sleeping in my room Can’t recall what we did yesterday I wanna move my body, there’s no way She got sleep in her eyes, she awakes She sees me And her smile grows wider Looking to the ceiling she says What can I say, what can we do On this sweet Sunday afternoon? Why don’t we stay, yeah let’s stay in bed Feel so good I wanna light a cigarette But the packet’s far away, way too hard to get I wanna do it again but I’m red I wanna delve deep into the bed I know we should leave this room and get up But it’s too hard We stay there and keep talking Wondering ‘bout plans for the day What can I say, what can we do On this sweet Sunday afternoon? Why don’t we stay, yeah let’s stay in bed Yeah, let’s take a break! Wo-ho-ho-ho-ho What can I say, what can we do On this sweet Sunday afternoon? Why don’t we stay, yeah let’s stay in bed Yeah, what can I say, what can we do On this sweet Sunday afternoon? Why don’t we stay, yeah let’s stay in bed
7.
How d’you spend your time? You groove just like us, dancing in our Funky Town Psychedelic prime Listen to the godfather J. Brown Can we work it out? Yes! The parish is ours! Souls in Motown You know C.C.M., here comes GroOovy-Rock The gospel sound It transcends your soul, no caffeine nor coco An infectious beat makes you the god of Ndombolo Your body starts to shake, tectonic plates on techno No need to consult the Doctor No No, no, don’t go What makes you high? Sex and drugs perhaps, but to you it’s rock‘n’roll The one forged in the sky Worship them and all the Phish in the bowl You’re so hungry still, you scream your head takes off You feel you need more Champion of the world you know the way to go To the hard core It transcends your soul, no caffeine nor coco An infectious beat makes you the god of Ndombolo Your body starts to shake, tectonic plates on techno No need to consult the Doctor No No, no, don’t go (Multipolar disorder of musicality!) (Multipolar disorder of musicality!) Musipolar multider of discorality! Idolatrous Lucifer maims torpidly! Musicality! Musicality! Don’t believe in them when they tell you you’re crazy When you feel it taking over, just try to take it easy No frontiers to you my friend your life is a symphony You got multipolar disorder of musicality Double personality No need to consult the Doctor No No, no, don’t go Woo! Check it out! Alors papa t'en passe quoi? Papa? Hey! Je crois qu'on a oublié le vioc sur le trottoir! D'oh!
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Wanna be a cool celebrity Wanna be a high-class VIP See my face smiling on magazines I’d do anything, by any means When I talk in interviews I stick to the codes of my crew But I won’t try originality No innovation, creativity It’s all about the looks I’m looking for fame No matter how I’m looking for fame This material world got me uninspired Authenticity, no way! Never thinking about what’s inside My intimacy put to one side Showing my behind I compensate My curves make my sales fluctuate It’s easier to sell my art When I act like a real tart Honour wasn’t an issue to me Since I have no fucking dignity It’s all about the looks I’m looking for fame No matter how I’m looking for fame This material world got me uninspired Authenticity Lala lala! Lalala It’s all about the looks I’m looking for fame No matter how I’m looking for fame This material world got me uninspired Authenticity, no way!
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Ladies and gentlemen Cool Cavemen Productions present The Funky Sax Player two! Huh! Wooo com'on! One, two, three, four Let's get back to that funk! Aha!
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05:00
Who’s that running behind? Better not let him find you If you wanna stay alive The look on his face makes you Wonder why they say it’s true Is he really human? I! Gør! Ha-ha-ha! Here is how the story goes! Arriving in this old mansion We asked ourselves what was his intention Didn’t know what we were in for After all we’d only known the man for A few weeks, a few days, really He looked kinda cool, didn’t think he was scary We found him feeding his beast With four fat chunks of pieces of meat He came towards us talking about mammals I think he had a taste for animals And he tried to hypnotize We were invited to come for the weekend I don’t know why we were weak and And accepted – what a big mistake! Igør, his name was Igør Igør, his name was Igør Who’s that running behind? Better not let him find you If you wanna stay alive The look on his face makes you Wonder why they say it’s true Is he really human? I! Gør! Ha-ha-ha! Me and music not the same We arrived as night was falling It felt kinda strange cos it was ten in the morning First thing we saw was a black cat chasing a big Yellow and purple rat Scraping the walls and eating some mushrooms He walked us around the fifty seven rooms of his manor Insects turning round and round His collection of lost and founds We started to wonder if he was sniffing coke You should have listened to his weird jokes "What's cute and goes red when you press the button?" "I'm really not bad as a singer but I realise that my three fingers Make it harder to play the violin" Me and the music, it’s not the same It’s not the same, not same, it’s not the same So we decided to follow him Down seventy-seven steps When suddenly he tried to leave us behind And there, before our eyes Wow! Never had we seen something of that kind Strange liquid dripping Green – and slimy – from a hole in the ceiling In this room full of Instruments – contraptions – gigantic machines And on the wall A saw – battle-axe – machete – dagger – sabre We were afraid (yes we were!) And when he lowered his pants we discovered a mini-Igør! When he saw us With a grin he said we had to pay He ran through the room With a paper, a feather and some ink His hair changed colour And his flesh turned to pâté But the most scary thing is He wanted us to drink: water! Oohohohoooh Oohohohoooh Run fast, go home! Run fast, go home! Run fast, go home, run fast, go home Now!
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Doctor, Doctor I know there’s nothing wrong with me But I’ve felt so sick lately Am I a victim of delusion? Indisposition in this position I’ve got a job, a family Got some spare time and spare money Well-educated but still I think I am weak My body’s under attack but I keep living in a lie Each day I wake up and I don’t feel real Help me to cure my disease, help me open up my eyes I wanna suffer so my wounds can heal My kidneys I’m sure have no deficiency My heart no disability I never had dysentery Nor did I have acropathy Everything’s been given to me But I need you to listen to me I have failed to understand and still I seek My body’s under attack but I keep living in a lie Each day I wake up and I don’t feel real Help me to cure my disease, help me open up my eyes I wanna suffer so my wounds can heal Psychosis, thrombosis, sclerosis, tuberculosis Leukaemia, anaemia, pneumonia, hypothermia My body’s under attack but I keep living in a lie Each day I wake up and I don’t feel real Help me to cure my disease, help me open up my eyes I wanna suffer so my wounds can heal
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Pour que tu comprend la langue francais Faut penser a que c'est facilité J'préfères que c'est mieux quand j'parles bien Comme si que j'parles bien Méditationer sur des trucs profond On peut dire que nous on philosophons J'préfères que c'est mieux quand j'parles bien Comme si que j'parles bien J'a comprendu qu'est ce tu m'adresse Et t'es pas conjugueur de grammaire Super-mega-capellotracté De comme on va juste dicsuter On va reviendre a le refrain J'redonde pas qu'on répète le refrain Pour que tu comprend la langue francais Faut penser a que c'est facilité J'préfères que c'est mieux quand j'parles bien Comme si que j'parles bien Méditationer sur des trucs profond On peut dire que nous on philosophons J'préfères que c'est mieux quand j'parles bien Comme si que j'parles bien Traa-laaaa-laaa-laa pompolompompom C'est l'histoire d'un p'tit type sympa qui sait pas bien parler (il sait pas s'exprimer) Il s'appelle Roger et il est français (y'est Français) Et quand il nous parle on saisit pas c'qui dit Et y sait pas parler (qui?) Y sait pas parler (Roger!) Y sait pas parler: c'est un policier! Ma bouche elle dit des trucs niquel Manger des haricots aussi Je pense avoir un tectuel Y faut rien que tout le monde saisi Beaucoup plus de moins d'chose à dire C'est pas grave la chanson elle finir Papalapap, j’préfères que c’est mieux quand je parles bien Papalapap, j’préfères que c’est mieux J’préfères que c’est mieux, quand quand je parles mieux Papalapap, j’préfères que c’est mieux quand je parles bien Papalapap, j’préfères que c’est mieux Quand je parles de tout de vous de nous de tout en bien mieux
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04:28
Lente agonie de mon âme quand j’observe ta vie Ni plus ni moins qu’une suite chronologique de facéties Bercée par les douceurs d’un foyer suffisant Au cœur du confort d’un flot toujours, toujours gagnant Conquérir la tour d’ivoire semble réel Pendant que d’autres galèrent à te rendre la vie belle Regarde toutes les chances dont tu as profité Ton nid douillet où tu te sens en sécurité L’angoisse de l’échec te domine Anne-Céline, Anne-Céline Tu n’as pas conscience de la chance que tu Anne-Céline, Anne-Céline Si tu es là c’est bien grâce à papa Logiquement dirigée vers une voie de réussite Sans jamais t’imaginer ailleurs que dans l’élite Aveuglée par la quantité qui jaillit de tes mains Ingénue de ne pas voir ce que tu as pour rien Au risque de te paraître un peu cruel Ta naïveté défend de toucher l’essentiel Au risque de te paraître un peu cruel Ta naïveté défend de toucher l’essentiel Si tu démontais la machine? Anne-Céline, Anne-Céline Tu n’as pas conscience de la chance que tu Anne-Céline, Anne-Céline Si tu es là c’est bien grâce à papa Anne-Céline, Anne-Céline Tu n’as pas conscience de la chance que tu Anne-Céline, Anne-Céline Si tu es là c’est bien grâce à papa
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Oh baby baby, I like your style Let my lips taste your smile You’re blowing my mind, revealing your skin Your deadly plan to confuse the man within Watching in awe as you undress You’re the one that leaves me speechless Shaking your hips, moving your waist You’ve gotta gotta gotta give me a taste Everyone make love Everyone make love Everyone make love Everyone make love Everyone make love Let’s get it on, let’s get wet I wanna see your body sweat If you let me I’ll bite you Caress you and hold you and kiss you and lick you and Give your body the warmth for which it begs Feel my breath between your legs I’d kiss you all over if I could If you want what I want then it’s all good Everyone make love Everyone make love Everyone make love Everyone make love Everyone make love
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Nanana nanana! Nanana nanana! Lalalalalala lalalalala lalala lalala! En se promenant dans ce bois profond Cette forêt pleine de champignons Nous testons Ce fongidé qui rend si con La minute suivant ce frugal repas On sent direct grossir nos doigts Et grouiller Cette ébullition dans le foie Trois neurones restants se battent en duel Pour exprimer leur humeur actuelle Et faire Disjoncter les effets visuels Immaturité Le cerveau joue des tours psychédeliques Complètement déglingo par les expériences Hypercalifragilistic Des serpents électriques dans ce ciel citrique Je vais manger dix bananes mécaniques Et vite! Avant de tomber sur les frites De la parano à l’hystérie En passant par le bleu, le pourpre et le gris Mon corps respire, se remplit d’une étrange énergie C’est Napalm Springs, il pleut des grenouilles Mes yeux entendent une odeur de chouille Je suis fou Les murs se fissurent en fricandelles !? Immaturité Le cerveau joue des tours psychédeliques Complètement déglingo par les expériences Hypercalifragilistic Lalalalalala lalalalala lalala lalala! Lalalalalala lalalalala lalala lalala!

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released February 2, 2009

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