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1. |
Fais péter !
00:38
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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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2. |
Vent d’Art
04:15
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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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3. |
My Universe
04:04
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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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4. |
Burlesque Burglary
04:21
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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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5. |
Fusion
04:29
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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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6. |
Sunday Afternoon
04:13
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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
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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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8. |
Looking for Fame
03:20
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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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Funkysaxplayer II
02:17
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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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Igør
05:00
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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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Effet d’Argan
04:06
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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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13. |
Anne-Céline
04:28
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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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14. |
Everyone Make Love
03:55
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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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15. |
Surrénaliste !
09:56
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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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