Paroles de l'album :"Kaleidoscope"(part 1).

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Happy House

 

 

This is the happy house -- we're happy here
In the happy house -- oh it's such fun
We've come to play in the happy house
And waste a day in the happy house
It never rains

 

 

We've come to scream in the happy house
We're in a dream in the happy house
We're all quite sane
This is the happy house -- we're happy here

 

 

There's room for you if you say "I do"
But don't say no or you'll have to go
We've done no wrong with our blinkers on
It's safe and calm if you sing along
This is the happy house -- we're happy here in the happy house
To forget ourselves -- and pretend all's well
There is no hell

 

 

 

 

 

Tenant

 

 

Squatting on doorsteps -- following footsteps
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest
So we crawl into corners -- ignore any callers
And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbours

 

 

When we crawl on all fours -- upon the cushioned floor
Still they cling to the walls and knock on our doors
And the tendency for tenants is tenacity

 

 

The paint is cracked -- and the paper peels
The plaster falls and a body reels... softly

 

 

Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud
On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown
But they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
And the tendency for tenants is secrecy... ssssssh

 

 

 

 

 

Trophy

 

 

Headhunters, headshrinkers, and long distance runners
Dust gathers on mementos -- Dust gathers on proud moments
Young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin

 

 

Take it to the wall
To be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all
A tribute in the grand hall

 

 

Yes they're locked away or polished every day
For the maintenance man -- in the back of a van
Oh young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin

 

 

Take it to the wall
To be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all
A tribute in the grand hall

 

 

Bring yourselves out from your showcase parties
But you've been shut away too long
You've been shut away too long
Frightened faces in the rain
Misplaced features lost down the drain
Oh wash away and start again

 

 

Take it to the wall
To be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all
A tribute in the grand hall

 

 

 

 

 

Hybrid

 

 

It's a hybrid of me -- I'm a hybrid of he
You're a misfit of me -- I'm a misfit of you... in limbo

 

 

Carbon copies run blue -- a reminder for you
But they're only skin deep crumpled shells in a heap
Marked cheap

 

 

Surrogate heads of a no-no domain
Shoulders form rows to make waves again
Catch the next plane
When you walked through the door marked "enter if you dare"
Reasoned with a friend marked "do not bend"
Bit on that finger marked "handle with care"

 

 

A tear soiled your cheek -- a broken finger on the floor
A mess in sawdust -- a shop window burst... no repairs

 

 

It's a hybrid of me -- I'm a hybrid of he
You're a misfit for me -- I'm a misfit for you
In limbo... do you speak the lingo?

 

 

 

 

 

Lunar Camel

 

 

Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon
I don't have to prove I'll last longer than you
One hump or two, any handicap will do against you

 

 

I'll be there soon -- over the moon
I'll be there soon -- over the moon

 

 

                                   Chasing a monsoon over the dune
                             Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon
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Tout a commencé avec Siouxsie & The Banshees. "Banshee", c'était mon surnom quand j'étais ado. Si on y ajoute le fait que j'étais fan de The Cure -l'alter-ego masculin des Banshees-, le groupe de Susan Dallion, alias Siouxsie Sioux, ne pouvait pas échapper bien longtemps à ma vigilance. Ce fut tout de suite un coup de coeur. Leurs chansons exprimaient tant de choses, des choses qui remuaient toutes les angoisses enfermées en moi. "Happy House" était tout simplement le meilleur morceau de dance music jamais composé. Et c'est mon admiration ambigue pour Siouxsie Sioux qui m'a fait prendre conscience que, oui, un mec aussi pouvait être une groupie.
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