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Tonight
En Rue de Ménilmontant
Walking
Back to le cœur
Tomorrow
In your arms again
Beating
Back in your heart
All roads lead to Rome
Every street to the Seine
And every desire
Is to see you again
Forever
Your voice
En Rue de Ménilmontant
Takes me
To Île Saint-Louis
Your voice
Through transatlantic lines
Your love
Under every lamp that shines
All roads lead to Rome
Every street to the Seine
And every desire
Is to see you again
Forever
From Rue de Ménilmontant
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Jake Fleming - Booger
02:24
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Crying over sugar
I was so embarrassed
Feeling like a soggy Tarte Tatin
Looking like a booger
Wishing that I was in Paris
Clutching a baguette like a magic lamp
But genie wasn't there
Beaten like a bass drum
Wondering where your lair is
You had me shaking like a tambourine
You’re flashy and you’re so fun
Always faking it like Ferris
Like Cameron I’m a drama queen
Always making a scene
Un, deux, trois
Wishes never
got me far
That genie bitch is clever
Now I’m cursed forever
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Wandering the streets
Parisian morning stroll at dawn
Petite boulangerie
An open door invites me in
Let’s eat bread and then behead
The kings and queens in poster beds
Napoleon in his tomb
Duke of Wellington in Waterloo
Pompadou I’m watching you
With a pan au chocolat
Pastries on display
“One of those” s’il vous plaît
Pan au chocolate
fresh from the oven in the back
I’m off, onto the next one
Let’s eat bread and then behead
The kings and queens in poster beds
Let’s eat bread and then behead
The kings and queens in poster beds
Napoleon in his tomb
Duke of Wellington in Waterloo
Pompidou, I’m watching you
With a pan au chocolat
Notre Dame is burning too
Sacré Coeur good night to you
The Academy shuts its doors
They say I cannot paint
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You only take me in the summertime
The only bread I eat is Pain Pain
I hope you pay for my signs, my nose, my hair, my clothes, my cat, take me from this horrid side
Sigh, I wanna come
Wake up from this overnight flight
So, I wanna go
Take me from this other side
Silver-squeaking, my sugar-streaking, macaron-making, demonstration-crazy
You’re my panel-breaking, selfie-portrait-taking Mona Lisa Louvrely, on a metro station
Window shopping, it’s called Euro chopping, bouillon brunch or tea, you can pay for me
In a minute I’ll come down
Send a Mini on my own
Twenty-minute chauffeur
And I don’t really care for more
And I don’t wanna start this war again
Wake up from this other side
I don’t wanna go, take me from this fight
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When they nicknamed it the city of lights
I doubt they meant effigy fires over labor rights
Three quarter million workers raising hell through the night
Saying we want more than this
We are more, more than this
We want more than this
We are more, more than this
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Sweet Sunday morning,
1886.
Summer in Paris,
Always feels like this
Stroll down to the morgue
Step inside
Look at the dead
And guess at how they died.
Young woman drowned,
Skin’s all bloated and blue,
Did you take a leap?
Or did someone push you?
And here’s a young man,
Whose throat has been cut,
His body has been opened but his eyes,
Have been shut.
And this baby girl,
With a just a bruise on her hand,
How did she die though?
I don’t understand!
L’enfant
de la rue du vert-bois
Tens of thousands of Parisians
Are wondering about you.
“Men are crowding and elbowing each other; old hags are pointing toward the glass, and croaking to one another; pretty women are gazing with white faces of pity, but with none the less thirsty greediness, upon some fascinating spectacle; little children are being held aloft in strong arms, that they too may see the dreadful thing, and they do see, and they toss their tiny, wavering arms aloft and crow right gleefully.”
Heart of the city,
Just behind Notre-Dame,
Open daily
From the first light of dawn
If you’re feeling morbid,
You can get your fix,
On a Sunday in Paris,
1886.
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j'aime skeletons
j'aime spooky stuff
j'aime halloween
j'aime gai paris
down in the wet ground
there’s nothing to keep you dry
only a flashlight
and a boy scout pocket knife
your wits about you
the skeletons surround you
j'aime gai paris
j'aime skeletons
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I am in my living room, I’m watching a movie late at night
"Hiroshima, Mon Amour” — have you ever seen this one before?
Where two different people from two different places
Are drawn to each other, a neutral zone overlap
And in the last scene they remember
A person is a place
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YAGA XI - Even Real
04:38
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On your way to work
Metro train passing
I know it hurts
Holding in the asking-
“How’d you get so far
Alone and untethered?”
Don’t know how long
You can make the effort
But you owe me nothing
It’s the city that’s splitting us up and
I’m dreaming in language that isn’t
Even real
When you find the phrase
All the answers given
Nothing to blame,
Just the way it's going
“Was it meant to be?”
Limerence is fading
Don’t know how long
You’ve suffered, for waiting
But you owe me nothing
It’s the city that’s splitting us up and
I’m dreaming in language that isn’t
Even real
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It’s a lot like growing up
Can’t perceive it from a distance
You won’t know it till you’re there
Can’t get closer with insistence
And they ask me, what’s her name?
What’s the color of her hair?
Can’t imagine who is comin
All I know is that she’s there
In the morning she’s all elbows
Getting restless like our dog
Who is thrashing in the blankets
Cause she’s ready for a walk
When you show up in the city
With those rosy glasses on
They’re imprinted with a memory
All your life you’re planning on
Every image overlaid with
Something you have seen before
The expectation’s half the pleasure
Hard to leave it at the door
But for my daughter, or whoever’s
On the threshold of our life
I want to take it by the minute
Want to see it with my eyes
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I can’t hold
This moment in my arms
Like I hold you now
It’s as if
The tighter I grip
The faster it fades somehow…
But shouldn’t I try?
I can’t hold
The moon on the Seine
Like I hold your hand in my hand
Deep down I know
This heavenly glow
Is just passing by…
But shouldn’t I try?
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I was walking
Down the Champs-Élysées
Still reeling
From what you said
The sun is setting
On the River Seine
I couldn't help it
Oh here I go again
Every night or two
With nothing else to do
I go wandering though
My memories of you
In a City of Love
Shining through the night
Gonna make you feel right
City of love
On my own
All alone
Down another cobbled street
I'm off to find mis amiens
I move my feet
with every heartbeat
They're dancing through the night
in only one place
In a City of Love
Shining through the night
Gonna make you feel right
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Tara - O'Rats
03:54
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Oh how to write a song about my pets that are gone
But they’re really not so far gone cus they’re still in my freezer
Oh how to to write a song about my girls in the freezer
Without sounding like a psycho killer
I could tell you they died within a year
And I was waiting bury them so I could bury them together
Still four rats in the freezer strikes me as unrelatable
But when the Buddha needed answers
To explain the way that life was
Unpredictable and full of unmet desire
Unpredictable and full of unmet desire
It’s said he sat under a tree waiting for something
To hit right over the head but instead
There was a rat at his feet looking for something to eat
Perhaps this fallen fruit will do
Perhaps this fallen fruit will do
Perhaps this fallen fruit will do
It might just be enough for you too
It might just be enough for you too
And that’s how the rat is the first of the Zodiac calendar
How to write a song about my rats that are gone
They feel so far gone but they're just in my freezer
And this weekend I’ll go bury them under a tree in blossom
And I won't want for answers and I won’t ask any questions
Cus I know it comes back to food and I already learned this lesson
When I watched a movie about a rat in a Paris kitchen
And two weeks later in a take-out container I brought you home with me
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Drew Rupard - Au Revoir
04:33
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Au revoir mon cher
Et adieu ton cœur ton âme
Ce sont les meilleurs que je jamais connaisse
Mais moi
Je dit au revoir
A tes rêves d’embrasser à l'ombre de la Dame
Tu chercheras le reste de ta vie une mère, une femme
Car
C’est au revoir
Mon miel, je t'aime, au revoir
Dis moi si tu comprends, I don’t think so
Le dernier jour de printemps, I don’t think so
Regarde ton plafond, I don’t think so
J’imagine que dans un an, et toi, un peu plus vieux
Quand tu pense à cet amour c’est brumeux et confus
Oh la,
Bises, au revoir
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I know what you’re all thinkin
Its been a while since our guy Kyle
Brought anything new to the discourse
We all expected that from inside
His enormous head
One a these days he’d say somethin more than
So good
So so good
How good
How so good
I know you must be thinking
That I’ve got it all wrong, this model of your model of me
Well ain’t that just it, as Plato once said, “I know that I know nothing” and then we knew he knew something
I know you can't be thinking
It’s Oakland, in the spring,
I'm on the back porch with a monarch Butterfly
And he's begging for my word
Something to send him on his way
Just a little bit of witness from a head so inflated so I say
So good
So so good
How good
How so good
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19. |
Jared Gay - Cow Heaven
02:37
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We're in a land where
every mouth full of bread is buttered
I think of the cows and wonder
Are they eating well?
And loving the taste of what
will soon become my butter?
It tastes so fine,
a simple time unlike any other
I think of my father ensuring each slice
of bread was fully smothered
Mostly butter, then sugar, then cinnamon
then straight on to the oven!
I hold up in my hand
Freshly sliced baguette and
Other hand wields a knife
Spreads
Butter
Over
This slice
This slice
I take bite
After bite
After bite
After bite
I’ve fallen asleep at the park
on a blanket all filled on bread and butter
The sun burn on my face stands proud
a badge of feasting honor
What a time it has been
eating food from the udder!
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You were lightning
I was thunder through the trees
You ignite me
You were fire in the breeze,
Wherever you go
And wherever you will be
You belong with me
You were misty
Down cobbled foreign streets
Stony chapels
You would bring me to my knees
Wherever you go
And wherever you will be
You belong with me
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