I’ve got my knickers inside-out, and I’m not proud. It’s too early and I need to rest. Too early is still too late, it’s not dark anymore. I’ve had enough, it’s always the same story. I must have been very tired when I got home. One glass too many, a heavy head on the pillow. Too heavy my head, I didn’t hear the alarm, and now I have to put the same clothes back on. In the afternoon I’d decided to go out. Not having any boyfriend I had to call my girlfriends. They all have boyfriends, well, never mind, they asked permission, so that’s ok. I’d woken up not having time for breakfast. I woke up really depressed. Every morning it's the same thing, the same old story. Well, it’s enough, I need to pull my act together, so, I’ve got my knickers inside out, and I’m not proud, it’s too early, and I need to rest…
Hello, hello, I’m the little flea which sneaks everywhere, people can’t see me, animals can’t hear me aha! Scratch, you scratch, for me it’s funny, I fall from above. Once behind the ear, or behind the leg, scratch aha! I am a parasite, a parasite that bites, I am a parasite that bites. On the mare’s back I traverse the hairy forest, I can never get lost, as I can jump very high. I’m ugly and flat, and I suck people’s blood, I’m not vicious, and surely not mean, but I bite! What I don’t like is people poisoning me, they feed me with a powder I don’t really like. The mammals tell me that it’s inhuman to bite, but it doesn’t bother me because I’m not human.
The cinema makes dreamers dream, the parody is so banal that everyone refers themselves to it. The radio is the sound that workers love. Such is life and all theses things are our markers. The influence of the time goes faster than the breeze. The people's inspiration is the one we give them. To read a book aloud is to share a sound of images. Such is life... ''Tell us about love and tell us again sweet words'' We're only human, feelings are important. You say: "oh, how sentimental you can be!'' such is life... In parenthesis, there is always news in brief, it feeds everyone and makes the time go by, gossip or reality, these are certainly our markers, such is life...
Pretty Pauline had a nice apartment, a small balcony to entertain her small world, a small kitchen and a small living room for the television. Pauline doesn’t like all the gossip but the concierge relates it to her all the time, Pauline doesn’t like "Cinema". Pauline had a tranquil life with a few friends worth the detour, a small town, a small café to meet everyone. Pauline’s neighbours always make a lots of noise, from 8 till 11 she can’t sleep and the popcorn in the big room, the big room Pauline doesn’t like. Pauline doesn’t like love stories, action films and fiction make her grumpy, Pauline prefers the small screen, the small screen everybody watches, and her neighbour is the cinema and the cinema, Pauline doesn’t like that!
Why didn’t you tell me it was only a dream? So the whole night I searched for Marguerite, I spied my sweet little friend through the window, but after 10 o’clock my lovely was gone. The nightmare began, I was running through the fields, the moon not wanting to help me, bare feet, I went home. But where could she be, my tender escapee? Scared she ran, and her bell didn’t warn me. A sunbeam tickled my nose, it told me Marguerite didn’t come back last night. Dead or alive, I want her to come back. The sun wanting to help, we started searching, after 10am a cloud brought me back her bell, ruined, her name almost faded, but where could she be, my tender escapee? Afraid of her enemies, she ran the whole night. Why didn’t you tell me all of this was just a dream, so the whole night I was searching for Marguerite. She used to appear in my childhood dreams, but my poor cow was never coming back. Marguerite doesn’t exist, but I like to imagine her as the most beautiful cow there was in the field. Today I fancy seeing her on a plate with chips.
Gaby doesn’t have any children, lots of lovers, naively. Lost in her little bubble, which, out of habit, she doesn’t leave. Dreamily watching the passers-by, whom Gaby finds charming, from her fruit & veg stall. The people call her ‘Little Moon’. Every night she goes to the bar, to join the guys on St Lazare St. She always goes home alone, but always gets up on time. Gaby would love to have children and a husband to help pass the time, but, out of habit, she doesn’t pierce her little bubble.
And I knew that everything was ok when I saw her cat hanging around. Then at 5 I heard it’s name - it was time for soup. Juliette, It’s been many times that I’ve heard the sound of your voice. Every Monday, the day that you don’t like, the doctor comes to see you. Like every other week he asks you the same question: "So, how are you, Madam?" Juliette it’s been many times that you’ve answered that. On Wednesday you play Quadrille, it’s always at your house. When the game is over you always say : "well, that was the last time".
Juliette, it’s been many times that you’ve said that. Juliette, despite your age and despite your sighs, you live by your routines.
When it was time to leave, the small tear fell. It fell so heavily, my head bowed. Floating, it finds itself alone, abandoned, like me on the platform. A promising future, a savoured memory. You shouldn’t cry, the pain has gone. A worrying optimism, a small doubt, and there we are! No-one needs turmoil - to leave is important. As a bird takes wing, so a train can fly away. A life racing, which impatiently unleashes images, streaming past, floating on the wind. Very moving, I think, this long moment of escape.
Down the country lanes, the little one is pedaling hard. Small tricycle and big handlebars, Simon looks like a big boy. A midge teases you, between your teeth it dances. Simon orders the poor beast to leave without making a fuss. The little one flies off, the little one pedals even harder. Ah Simon, you’re funny - go for it - don’t stop, my boy, but watch out! Your proud look makes you seem rebellious. This scares off all the little creatures that want to sit on your nose, to stop you pedaling. A cow watches you pass by, proudly you smile at her, but you don’t notice the bend approaching. The nettles sting, Simon cries with pain. His pride has flown away.
The little one awoke, ran downstairs, pushing open the green shutters, she thought: "what a beautiful day". The insects flew away when she put one foot on the grass, she sang into the wind, the birds flew swiftly away. The little one played at running through the field, pushing the tall grass, she stopped to listen, the insects froze, the landscape flashing by, the little one didn’t quite understand, why nature hadn’t yet re-awoken. She steps forward, nature threatens to awake. Abruptly, little one stops, it’s nature, which we disrupt…
All lyrics © 2008 Marboz Records