Lyrics

ALONE ( 1984 )

I’m walking up and down
Windows are closed
No faces, no places
I don’t find my friends tonight

and I don’t know why…

The lights are off
The air is still
No shouting boy
No barking dog

and I don’t know why…

Oh God , they left me alone !

I’m walking up and down
No faces, no places
I can’t find my friends tonight
It’s my fault, I suppose

and I don’t know why…

Oh God , they left me alone !

ART DANCE ( 1982 )

People love masterworks
People buy sculptures in marble
Some girls pose for a picture
But we love art for art’s sake

Do you remember Francis Picabia ?
Do you remember Der Blaue Reiter ?
Do you remember Rose Selavy ?
Do you remember Kirchner and Munch?

Everyday and everynight
there’s a vanguard for you and me

You teacher says ” It’s only rubbish !
you must to visit the ruins of Carthage ”
Politic-art , what does it mean ?
You know we love art for art’s sake

Do you remember Die Neue Sachlichkeit ?
Do you remember Merz, Merzbau ?
Do you remember Kasimir Malevic ?
Do you remember Boccioni and Dix ?

Everyday and everynight
there’s a vanguard for you and me

BOYS AND GIRLS ( 1983 )

Boys ! Girls ! Boys ! Girls !
They want power, they want success
but they are very sad

Boys ! Girls ! Boys ! Girls !
Girls are waiting for a boy
Boys are waiting for a girl
They want protection and a lazy life
but they are very sad…
I’m an artist, I’m useless but I know how to dream

Boys ! Girls ! Boys ! Girls !
They want protection and a lazy life
but they are very sad…
Yes, I’m happy but i’ve got no money
Oh, I’m happy ( I love my toys )

A boy. A girl. A boy. A girl.
They want power
A boy. A girl. A boy. A girl.
They want a lazy life but they are very sad

Boys ! Girls ! Boys ! Girls ! Boys ! Girls !

CRIME ( 1984 )

We are sadly dreaming of a day
when men will walk without the legs
but now is the age of the evergreen crime
We have to think of all the time we’ve lost

A faithful portrait of my death,
my girl when talks about her breast
and madness raging throughout the cities
I’m sure this is the world I hate

Crime ! Crime ! Crime ! Crime !

Repress your feelings and you’ll be happy
men always kill and so do women
Sometime, somewhere you hear a voice
“Why don’t you try to take your choice ? “

Our children are learning precious rules
but mothers are going to die apart
their cruel sadness is not for me
Today I know the reason of my life is just

Crime ! Crime ! Crime ! Crime !

ELEGANT SHOUT ( 1981 )

You are so pale
You are so thin
Maybe you cry
Maybe you shout

They are so fat
They are so happy
Maybe they jump
Maybe they run

I’m so quiet
I’m so wise
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I’m old

EVERYBODY KNOWS ME ( 1983 )

Eh eh eh Ah ah ah
I laugh at everything
Everybody knows me
I ‘m a man who can shock you
everytime, everywhere !

I’m just a child who can’t remember
living in this mad world like a stranger

Eh eh eh Ah ah ah
Everybody knows me
I ‘m a man who can shock you
everytime, everywhere !

I know everything about OSCAR WILDE !
I know everything about HUMPHREY BOGART !
I know everything about MICKEY MOUSE !
I know everything about MATA HARI !

Eh eh eh

I’m just a child who can’t remember
living in this mad world like a stranger

I laugh at everything you have
I laugh at everything you love
I laugh at everything you love:

Love, Sports, Music and Drugs
Aerobic, Discos, Sexual-Diseases
Body-Building and Pret-a -porter
Bad guys and good guys
Money, Cars, After-Shave
Wars, Shopping, Travels, Fables
Radio, T.V. and Cinema
Drinks, Food and Look
Rockstars, Rockshows, Politics and Memories
Judas-Kiss and Slot-Machines
Charisma, Producers, Designers
Slimming-Diet, Engineers

Fifties ! Sixties ! Eighties !

Eh eh eh Ah ah ah Eh eh eh Ah ah ah

I’m just a child who can’t remember
living in this mad world like a stranger

I know I’ll scare you !

FIRE ( 1984 )

I don’t like your job
I don’t like your games
I don’t wanna be just a sleep -machine

I don’t like your house
I don’t want your car
I don’t wanna be what you really are

You live like a dog
lovin’ like a worm
a very normal wife
‘till the day you die

For the sake of money
you can pray all the time
and you dream of bad girls
but nothing satisfies you, guy !
So I shout “ Set your life on Fire ! “

FIT OF NERVES ( 1982 )

It’s a fit of nerves
She’s good at telling lies
She’s good at spending money
I dread getting old
Let’s hope for the best

My legs are shaking , maybe she broke my heart…

She stripes from head to toe
She never runs a risk
I think the cost is heavy
Let’s hope for the best

My legs are shaking , maybe she broke my heart…

FREAK SONG ( 1982 )

Everybody loves music
Everybody loves music
Because music is life
Because music is love

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (1981 )

Happy, happy , happy birthday

Do you you lead a funny life ?
Where’s your smile ?

Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy…..

I DON’T KNOW ( 1981 )

Where’s your young wife with black shoes ?
Where’s your young friend with yellow socks ?
I don’t know, I don’t know

Where’s your new cottage with plastic doors ?
Where’s your new plane with shining wings ?
I don’t know, I don’t know

Let’s hope you like italian food,
your memory is not too good

IT’S NOT TOO GRAND ( 1981 )

Talkin’ about my job you said “ It’s not too grand “
Talkin’ about my tie you said “ It’s not too grand “
Talkin’ about my look you said “ It’s not too grand “
Talkin’ about my tapes you said “ It’s not too grand “
I can’t understand you because you ‘re not too grand
Come and see Chloe….
( dedicated to E.G. )

KILLERS ARE RICH  (1980)

Romantic dolls, Electric day ,
Atomic dance above my socks
Sleeping machine, a little box

Dollars and drugs, Majestic chips, Risiko Gun,
The Killers are rich

Caracas boys, Maracay girls,
Terminal desk next to my shoes
Politic wife, recording cars

Dollars and drugs, Majestic chips, Risiko Gun
The Killers are rich

Mondrian, Rigaut, Schwitters Kommerz
Prophet delight, demiurgic train
Technician cups, it’s your brain work

Dollars and drugs, Majestic chips, Risiko Gun
The Killers are rich

NEW RECORD ( 1981 )

Dance ! Dance ! Dance !
all night long
Set up a new record !
Set up a new record !
Set up a new record !
Dance ! Dance ! Dance !
Clap your hands…move your body
Clap your hands…move your body
There’s no hope…There’s no hope…

RED LIPS  ( 1982 )

Don’t ask me why I like your lips
Don’t ask me why I like kissing your neck

You know I want you, I like your red lips
You know I need you, I like your smiling face

Make up your face, it’s not too late
Make up your face, it’s not too late

You know I want you, I like your red lips
You know I need you, I like your smiling face

Show me your skirts ! Now take your shirts !
Show me your skirts ! Now take your shirts !

You know I want you I , like your red lips
You know I need you, I like your smiling face

Yes I can do it, so you can do it !
Yes I can do it, so you can do it !

You know I want you, I like your red lips
You know I need you, I like your smiling face

SEXUAL DESIRE ( 1984 )

I wasn’t able to stop my sexual desire
You weren’t able to stop your sexual desire
Pleasure drops on wet bodies
I wasn’t able to stop my sexual desire
You weren’t able to stop your sexual desire

Now let’s go baby, you know it’s time to turn me on

Flesh, blood, breath, smells
We are pleasure seekers
I wasn’t able to stop my sexual desire
You weren’t able to stop your sexual desire

Now let’s go baby, you know it’s time to turn me on

SHORT WAVE ( 1981 )

We are listening to the radio
before takin’ a little snooze
We are listening to the radio
before takin’ a little snooze
Do you like short wave ?
Yes, I do
What about the noises ?
They’re are terrible !

We are listening to the radio
before takin’ a little snooze

Can I pick up BBC World Service ?
I think so
I like speaker’s words.
Oh, this is Radio Dakar !
We are listening to the radio
before takin’ a little snooze

Meanwhile you could spend your night
dancin’ and drinkin’, drivin’ and dreamin’

SKELETON IN LOVE ( 1981 )

I don’t care ‘bout your occasional visits
I don’t care ’bout my clever mistakes
I love you ( we are not grey )

I wanna taste the smell of your skin
I wanna taste the shivers of your lips
I love you ( we are not grey )

So I say “ I love you”
in spite of their stinking love stories
in spite of their thick doubts
in spite of their sad dog life
in spite of their great need of food

I love the women and I know the night

TRAVEL AGENCY ( 1981 )

Travel agency, travel agency

Exotic fashions and illegal holydays
Travel agency, travel agency

African drums, Boston and Tokyo
( I prefer to stay at home )
Tribal dances and Tanganyka
( I prefer to stay at home )

Travel agency, travel agency
Bad guys are playing a joke on us

Egyptian pounds, vodka and sun
( I prefer to stay at home )
Indonesia, Peru and Columbia
( I prefer to stay at Home )

Travel agency !

African drums, Boston and Tokyo
( I prefer to stay at home )
Indonesia, Peru and Columbia
( I prefer to stay at Home )
Egyptian pounds, vodka and sun
( I prefer to stay at home )
Tribal dances and Tanganyka
( I prefer to stay at home )

TRICKS TO SURVIVE ( 1981 )

Reading a book or cooking scrambled eggs
you can try to survive
but the friends tell you :
“There’s no reason to keep on trying”

You are a man, you’re looking for a little trick
to survive all day long

Then you decide to buy a naked girl
and she whispers : “ It’s very kind of you”
but the friends tell you :
“It’s so boring to love “

You are a man, you’re looking for a little trick
to survive all day long

A great desire follows you everywhere
you trust it, it’s not so bad
but now the friends shout :
“Don’t shut, don’t shut, don’t shut”

You are a man, you’re looking for a little trick
to survive all day long

YOU’RE LIKE A CIGARETTE ( 1981 )

There’s a matchbox over there
May I have a cigarette ?
I’ve got to smoke again ‘cause I’m angry

And it’s time to light up
it’s time to go home
it’s time to spy the day
( May I have a cigarette ? )

Yes, I’m thinking of a smoking room
and you’re living in a dark cellar
but we’ve got to stop the train, hurry up !

What a pity you’re shy
What a pity you’re tired
What a pity you’re like a cigarette

WITHOUT SUFFERING ( 1982 )

It might be a good idea
to live without suffering
Some people broke the silence
on purpose

and you play silly games ….

Why don’t you ask me
to love you today ?
Sure I’m sensitive
and you’re sensible

Don’t you flush with shame ?

There’s no objection
on my part
At any rate one day
I’ll be right

But I die here again …