Mlle Songtext
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Mlle Songtext
Ces quelques pas à la chambre révertie, ces quelques pas que
Personne ne pouvait plus arrêter, je les fis avec délice
Avec prudence, comme plongé dans un élément nouveau, comme
Si en avançant, j′avais lentement déplacé du bonheur, et en
Même temps avec un sentiment inconnu de toute-puissance
D'entrée enfin dans un héritage qui m′est de tout temps appartenu
A winter's night, the Northern Key
The Isle of Dogs, the rabid one is me
You sip your drink, undismayed
And I just said, "These days, my heart
It seems to be a kind of hand grenade"
Nothing in the air tugs at the tower blocks
As you raise your finger and pull the pin
Nothing much on earth moves down these desolating docks
Do you really think you just scratched your chin?
But you were never, never held it
And I was never for Marcel
Were you that time 'round, mad′moiselle?
And now I act up and you′ve a winning frown
I've contracted love as I′m devoured down
Blame my deadening intensity
And tell me how you got past this, my only listless tragedy
I lay it on pretty thin, spread yourself pretty thin
Ducking and dividing under every skin
And my final words as you get up to leave
In your freest air, "I don't want to be"
Good evening, I am the madman in love with your daughter
We need to talk, just you and me
I saw her last in Eden of some other, far eastern quarter
Where the river snakes its way out to sea
But you were never, never held it
And I was never for Marcel
Were you that time ′round, mad'moiselle?
Personne ne pouvait plus arrêter, je les fis avec délice
Avec prudence, comme plongé dans un élément nouveau, comme
Si en avançant, j′avais lentement déplacé du bonheur, et en
Même temps avec un sentiment inconnu de toute-puissance
D'entrée enfin dans un héritage qui m′est de tout temps appartenu
A winter's night, the Northern Key
The Isle of Dogs, the rabid one is me
You sip your drink, undismayed
And I just said, "These days, my heart
It seems to be a kind of hand grenade"
Nothing in the air tugs at the tower blocks
As you raise your finger and pull the pin
Nothing much on earth moves down these desolating docks
Do you really think you just scratched your chin?
But you were never, never held it
And I was never for Marcel
Were you that time 'round, mad′moiselle?
And now I act up and you′ve a winning frown
I've contracted love as I′m devoured down
Blame my deadening intensity
And tell me how you got past this, my only listless tragedy
I lay it on pretty thin, spread yourself pretty thin
Ducking and dividing under every skin
And my final words as you get up to leave
In your freest air, "I don't want to be"
Good evening, I am the madman in love with your daughter
We need to talk, just you and me
I saw her last in Eden of some other, far eastern quarter
Where the river snakes its way out to sea
But you were never, never held it
And I was never for Marcel
Were you that time ′round, mad'moiselle?
Writer(s): Norman Fisher Jones, Howard Devoto, Barry Anthony Adamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

