Asiklar,
yakinda, yakinda bulusacaksiniz,
kavusacaksiniz,
asiklar, gozlerinizi acin artik,
bu dunyada,
Sevda gibi birsey yoktur,
Kalmamis,
Bu kahbe dunyada,
Ask yoktur.

Beni bir gun,
Farkedermisin,
Bir adim atip, gelirmisin,
Sevgilim, askim, hayatim, bana dermisin,
Eyvallah sevenlere, inancinizi kaybetmeyin,
Bu olumcu dunyada,
Sizlere cok sabir dilerim.

I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love,
I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love.

You could fly to the moon,
Discover a wonder drug,
You could solve world hunger,
If you want it badly enough.

Find the love of your life,
Grow thicker hair,
Buy total satisfaction,
Or whatever gets you there.

I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love,
I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love.

. Did you make your bed this morning?
Did you write your thank-yous?
Your mind makes the world around you,
You’re behind the autocue.

All of this will be one day yours,
If you never let yourself stop,
And whatever you set your mind to,
Is the thing you’ve already got,
In here.

I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love,
I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love.

When they look into your eyes,
Will they see the madness in your heart?
Will they see how far you've travelled,
Just to reach the start.

Better to burn out brightly,
Than to fade and fizzle away,
So turn you heart into a firework,
And in the darkness follow your flame.

I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love,
I am ready for my close-up,
I am ready for love.

Dans un grand sac,j'ai pris ma dernière audace.
Aux 3 bandes en pointiller
je dépasse.
Je vois passer des voitures,
De drôles de gens,
sur de drôles de montures.
Je regarde passer les gyrophares,
je regarde passer les gyrophares.
Plus j'avance et
moins je dépense.
Sans gain, ni la moindre
Dépendance
Sans la moindre dépendance.
Je m'implique,
je m'agite, je vois rouge
et là, et là je sais, que tout m'excite.
Je regarde passer les gyrophares,
je regarde passer les gyrophares.
Sans fin…Sans fin.
J’efface les pistes et les strass,
J’embrasse Véronique pour
Une ultime passe.

English translation :

ENDLESS (FLASHING LIGHTS)

In a big bag,
I found the last of my audacity.
3 dotted lanes
I overtake.
I see cars passing,
Strange people,
in strange vehicles.
I watch the flashing lights,
I watch the flashing lights.
The more I go on

the less I spend.
No profit or the slightest
Addiction
Without the least dependence.
I get involved,
I'm agitated, I see red
and there, and there I know, everything excites me.
I watch the flashing lights,
I watch the flashing lights.
Endless ... Endless.
I wipe out my tracks and strass,
I kiss Véronique for
A last pass.

Sans déconner, t’es sérieux là
? J’ai déjà entendu ça mille foisC’est pas que ça me flatte pas mais gamin va falloir t’accrocher pour m’impressionner
Tu veux te la jouer hôtel particulier et petites pépés
?
Tu sais pas dans quel guêpier tu t’es fourré
!
A tes risques et périls et huées ok vas-y on va bien s’marrer

Répète après moi
C’est pas sérieux

Tu t’prends pour Serge nom d’une vierge
Quand je suis mort t’étais pas né, si tu savais comme j’ai croqué des vertes et des pas mûres
Cramé des gitanes des tonnes qui sont plus sur le marché pour composer des mélodies elles étaient toutes à mes pieds. A quoi bon, à quoi bon t’y risquer, si ça part en sucette j’pourrai pas te tirer de là haut j’ai trop d’héritiers si tu veux finir comme un vulgaire copié-collé

Répète après moi c’est pas sérieux
ouais répète après moi c’est pas sérieux

Tu t’prends pour Serge nom d’une vierge
C’est pas que ça me flatte pas tu sais mais gamin va falloir t’accrocher il m’en faut plus que toi pour m’impressionner. Ah au fait, j’ai pas de conseils à te donner mais n’oublie pas de m’aimer

Répète après moi
Répète après moi
Répète après moi
C’est pas sérieux

IT'S NOT SERIOUS

No kidding, you can’t be serious?

I've heard that a thousand times

It's not that I ‘m not flattered but Sunny, you will have to try harder if you want to impress me

Do you want to play at “Hotel particulier” and “Petites Pépés” ?

You don’t know what a hornet’s you’ve got yourself into

At your own risk and jeers, ok, go ahead, we will have a good laugh
Repeat after me, It's not serious

You think you’re Serge, for God’s sake

When I died, you were not born,

If you knew how I fucked everything that moved

I smoked “gitanes” by the ton – they are no longer on the market-
To compose melodies for them, they were all at my feet.

What the point and taking risks
if it all falls apart, I can’t get you out of there

I have got too much progeny if you want to wind up like a cheap imitation

Repeat after me, It's not serious

yeah repeat after me it's not serious

You think you’re Serge, for God’s sake
It's not that I ‘m not flattered but Sunny, you will have to try harder if you want to impress me

Oh by the way, I have no advice to give you but don’t forget to love me

Repeat after me Repeat after me Repeat after me It's not serious

I'm plugged into a sound from a thousand years agoAnd I'm taking notes between the tokes. Yeah.
I'm plugged in but I'm turned off
I'm holding the phone but it's inside out.
And the tambourine was burned in a Tangine
While the chorus sang...
Inch' Allah...

I'm plugged into the wind and the birds
The wind on the trees and the wind on the sand
I can't see it, but I can feel it, with my hand.
I'm plugged into the blue
been wearing the same choes for a season or two
while the poets slip papers under my door.
I'm plugged into my head-
I'm plugged into my bed
Feel the graffiti moving through my mind.

Fumes and mappings that have survived the overtime.
My sound is plugged into the ground and the wires were dipped in gold.
If you can't hear this you so far away
but one of the poets spoke to me to say
I'm plugged into the mainline - she kicked it over to me sideways
I'm plugged into my mouse
slips me into the E-search
Motor Base - Motor Base - Motor Base.

I'm plugged into the credit card
burned lots of bits of paper and incense
record in realtime at twenty cents a dime.
Fill in the zeros with ticks and crosses.
When I cross the street
I don't know...the bosses.
...the bosses.
I'm plugged into Stock Markets
watch the fluctuations drawing lines in my mind.

Tsunamis replace the Tornados
Icebergs make bookends on the shelf.
Inch' Allah... Inch' Allah!!!

I'm plugged into the dub frequencies
That flow out of large black boxes on the floor.
The rythms come out of the carpet with the contact mikes - and it's ready for the Elephant's roar.

I'm plugged into the fragments
glimmering in the middle of the night
That of my Sister Ray broken up
use a broom use a spoon.
I'm plugged into the agitation
I take taxi's and don't have a car
Four dirham a ride
and I've got the Drâaoui by my side.
I'm plugged into the dreamy rhythm
Like a rip-appart heart-attack
I'm plugged into the Super Stoned
Rhythms and Narko's crack.

Inch' Allah !

I'm plugged into the Quinine
Touareg feedback that energizes the scorpion.
I fly to the No Flow with the automatic GO-GO
See the river walk, with the flow.

I'm plugged into the nicotine
the stains across my chest
I'm plugged into the bra
Inside the woman's breast.
I'm plugged into the Warhol
cause he isn't really dead.
I'm plugged into the signs
of the Temple in my head.
I'm plugged in and I'm programmed
programmed to explode
There are no loose ends
That will never be explored.
I need a month in the desert with four bottles of water.
Be a Nomad in the nomadilisation.
Nomadilisation - Nomadilisation.

Inch' Allah !!!

MONSTERS

Music by Julien vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Ladies and gentlemen
Now is the time
Dusk has fallen
And long will be the night

Are you ready? Behold this most
Awful terrifying sight
Dear guests Please welcome...
The monsters!

Monsters
We are monsters
Monsters
Wild monsters

See these ugly faces
The power in their jaws
There’s evil their gazes
And no pity in their claws

Come closer don’t be shy
Chains about their necks do lie
Just watch them do their stuff
Scream when you’ve had enough

Nasty monsters, ugly monsters, freaky monsters, mean monsters!!!

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veutBaudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Suffit pas d’être saoul
Ni de paraître fou
C’est pas une question de shoots
Ni de sexe ni de look

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Tout brûle autour de soi
Pourquoi ces châteaux de sable
Qu’engloutissent les vagues
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Faire et puis tout défaire
Et mettre tout à l’envers
Avec la même foi

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Là-haut sur son étoile
Soufflent les vents du désert
Qui brûlent la peau et l’âme

English translation :

THERE'S ONLY GAINSBOURG

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
It’s not enough to
be drunk
No
appear
to be
crazy
It's not a question of shooting up
No of
sex no
of
appearances

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Everything burns around you
Why these sand castles
swallowed up by
the waves
There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Make and
un-make
And putting
everything
the other way round
With the same
conviction

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Up there on his star
the desert winds
blow
burning
skin and
soul

In futures yet unknown, tread with care, For paths once clear may lead to despair.
Innovations grand, like stars in flight,
Can cast shadows long, obscuring light of humankind.
Technology embrace, a double-edged sword,
Convenience gained, but freedom ignored. Nature's balance, a fragile dance,
Dystopian echoes may advance. Seek wisdom's guide, lest progress blind, A cautionary tale of humankind

No one have a dream
I'm a nightmare

They say to me how do you do it
You seem to have it all figured out
I’ll let you in on my little secret
I work hard at the easy life

I’m all about that easy
That cheeky life
That sippin’ Lambrini under the marqueezy life
That Kardashian on the TV life
That Sleepy, Happy, Dopey, Sneezy life
Know what I mean

I’m all about that easy life
That peasy life
That lemon squeezy life
That breezy life
That 3D life
That drinkin’ martinis on the Zambezi life

Life is like a rollercoaster
It spins you round and round
But the only law I know in physics
Is what goes up must come down

I work hard at the easy life
I work hard at the easy life

That sports on the TV life
That Lamborghini life
That I dream of genie life
Coz it’s a way of life
Eat, shirk and play at life
Never work a day in your life

Life is like a rollercoaster
It spins you round and round
But the only law i know in physics
Is what goes up must come down

I work hard at the easy life
I work hard at the easy life

Des paysages dessinent ton visage
J’inonde ta peau de mes larmes de sel

Et je berce doucement ton image

Dans le creux de mon âme temporelle

J’entends le train de ta nuit envahir

Notre chambre embrumée de silence

Des ailes dans un souffle écorchent mon désir

Où trouverai-je la force providence ?

Ris mon ange, abreuve-toi de mon sel

Et quand ton aile effleurera ma joue

Quand ton souffle éteindra l’étincelle

D’or sera parée ma nuit éternelle.

Landscapes describe your face

I flood your skin with my salty tears

And I gently cradle your image

In the hollow of my temporal soul

I can hear the night train invading

Our bedroom in a mist of silence

Wings with one breath scorch my desire

Where dear providence, will I find the strength?

Laugh my angel, drink in my salt

And when your wings brushes against my cheek

When your breath puts out the candle

With gold my eternal night will attired

talking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansionmy angles the dankestjammed with the ramp kidspainting the mansions smoothing the blocksyou strudels a popmove it you losttough sounds dead row and duck down

you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now

rules of the youth touchdownorder and truth what nowkodine in my cup rough houseany beat that i touch run outsick of these dated wayssmooth on the paper chasenever tire of grindingthe line in the fire i spray on trackstalking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansion
you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now

This is soul
super soul
soul
rock on
let'get together
music
one two tree four
funky
you'r funky dj
one two tree four
this is soul
super soul

I am no longer a comfort to othersI've entered my nombril
the belly button of psychosis
spinning in paranoia.
I eat bananas all day long while
I watch the clock
and listen to the door.
Self doubt follows me like a stray cat
that I'm afraid to kick away.
Age and time. Shifting toward cancer, dementia, seemingly unstopable.
I take selenium from the sea. There are buckets of seaweed in my bathroom.
I am no longer a comfort to others or myself,

I grab my knife and a whip in my dreams smashing my stomache and back till the bones bleed and a hole erupts.
I take a knife and I cut off bits of seaweed that I eat in my silent kitchen.
I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe. I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe.
I drink beer to keep the seaweed down.
The
highs of applause amplify the lows of my loneliness, once the hands
have all stopped clapping, I can hear my stomach moaning.
Doubts about vision and intelligence - stop the spontaneous breathing.

Echoes
of her laughter keep me awake. I am no longer a comfort to others and I
climb a dark wall using a candle that I hold in my teeth. It is a dark
moutain, humid and green. I climb into my bathtub and cover myself in
the sinuous weed from the sea.
I am no longer a comfort to others.
I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says in't safe.