A keresés eredménye

Too early, too late

While rain, every night,
Hits your roof tiles, not one drop of oil
Knocks on the window
Of your poor old rusty brain.
 
Your smell is rancid, like an old wet dog
You feel autumn coming and you're surprised
By white hairs, by all of this time
Killed doing nothing,
 
When you take your false teeth out
You're angry at the whole world
You're angry at your friends
At all of those who left
Who left you
 
Since tomorrow will already feel like
it was yesterday, mischievious fate
100 000 regrets
 
To swear to get on the next train
That enters the station, and leaves again
 
Always too early for too late
 
And you're surpised by all of this time
Killed doing nothing
Your life is nothing more than a damp squib
And your friends, poor baby
The same friends
Those who, like you, have not moved
The same jokes, the same trips
Pasta and TV
And your sister, in the kitchen
When it is so sad you could cry
It's dumb to say, you have to laugh.
 
Always too early for too late
Always too early for too late
 
To swear to get on the next train
That enters the station,
 
To swear to get on the next train
That enters the station, and leaves again
 
Always too early for too late
Always too early for too late
 
For lack of anything better
You play the big game
There is no more love in your home
Your life is a damp squib
[Like a joint] That you light and smoke
And you're surprised by all this time
Wasted listening to you speak
All alone, in your nice scenery
 
When laziness has you on a leash
Your sadness as sole mistress
 
For lack of anything better
 
Always too early for too late
Always too early for too late
 

It's too late

I envy the bubbles... of your soaps
I envy your boyfriends... I envy your petticoats
I envy your sweaters... which smell good
I envy the days... when you say no
 
Thursday is rubbish... I'll sleep there.
I say 'preposterous'... I no longer know what I'm saying1
On Thuesday it's 'slippers'2... for the boys.
A game of skittles... Nothing but a fool's game!
 
It's too late for the story
Far too late. I've had enough
It's too late if you leave
because this story between us was a bit weird.
I'm dumping you!
It's too late to have faith
Far too late, yeah, enough already!
It's too late. I don't care whether your art is good or crap3
You're a jerk!
 
I envy the notes... of your sdongs
I envy your buddies... and your profanities
I envy your crazy... intents
My desire4 grows... when you say no
 
Thuesday it's detention... I'm out of here.
I say school has no idea what I'm going through!
Thuesday it's the man...of my nights5
who cajolesme... and who rejects me.
 
Calamity, calamity han-han
Calamity, calamity, that's what life is.
 

• 1. looks like it indeed
• 2. ??? that usually means 'mule' (the cross between a donkey and a horse), possibly a stubborn person, and 'slippers', possibly alluding to laziness. Nothing makes sense to me here
• 3. laborious pun on 'art'/'lard'(bacon) based on 'je ne sais pas si c'est du lard ou du cochon'('I don't know whether this is pork or bacon', where 'du lard ou du cochon' can also be understood as 'de l'art ou du cochon,'(art or pornography)), used like 'I don't know what to make of that'
• 4. yay! another cheap pun!
• 5. a kind of... ok, let's call that a pun, replacing 'de ma vie' with 'de mes nuits'. 'L'homme de ma vie'(the man of my life) is like 'the love of my life'

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Too late

[INTRO - JoeyStarr]
Too late
Oli, Bigflo, Jaguarr
 
[VERSE 1 - Oli]
She has always been alone before meeting him
Love at first sight, she didn't make a mistake
She told us 'Love is dead', didn't want to believe in it
She was young, he already had past stories
Like a new start, she had hopes in him
She was proud of telling us her first time
That's right, he's endearing, in a good mood and when I think about it
When he wasn't there, there were way less good ambiance
She gave him confidence, not a withdrawn girl anymore
Shocked in front of his dances, she was transformed
He was her best friend, her love, her anti-boredom
She was changed by him, she couldn't get out without him
He was hard with her and went to her head
And some nights she lied to us to secretly join him
And I found him annoying, I wish I told him 'get out !'
She trusted him and she talked always about him
She had him in her blood, she put herself in bad states for him
A smooth talker, a good womanizer, a charmer, a stallion
By dint of running after him, she broke her heels
She drank her words, wasn't seeing nobody anymore
Didn't answer her mum's calls anymore
Are you realizing ? Love makes you dumb
In her eyes we could read their first meeting's regrets
Too hard to accept for us, we saw her, she was pale
She had been tricked by her last dance partner
She was still beautiful, but how bad she was
He never visited her at the hospital
 
[CHORUS - Bigflo & Oli - Joeystarr]
She always told us the same thing, that she'll stop seeing him
She told us that too many times
He filled her ears with all his stories
We understood it too late
She always told us the same thing, that she'll stop seeing him
She told us that too many times
He filled her ears with all his stories
We understood it too late
 
[BRIDGE - Oli & Joeystarr]
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Too late, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Too late
That was already too late
She always told us the same thing (everytime)
She always told us the same thing (everytime)
 
[VERSE 2 - Bigflo]
She was a friend's ex, he introduced her to him
He told him 'Be careful, you could be interested'
But at the moment she entered the room, she entered his heart
She had beautiful green eyes with a flower's smell
He, who lost any hopes that one day love goes along with him
He came from the city, she came from the countryside
At the start of their story they were beautiful to see
He got her in the pocket, from the beggining
Together they could stay lying down on the grass during hours
Looking at the sky, she told him 'you have to relax', he told her 'I love you'
She was naturally beautiful, when she wasn't there, he had no air anymore
She told him some sweet words from the edge of her lips, with every friends she was popular
She spinned his head round
She was the only girl who maked him smile
He was getting out with her everytime, everytime
She repeated to him 'go slowly, slowly'
She followed him everywhere, they went till everything
He wanted to sleep with her instead of going out with us
She changed him, he had tired eyes
He spent his days at home with closed windows
She helped him to forget his shitty life
As he had known a lot of doubts
And on a beautiful day, soothed by the speed
He got asleep while driving
 
[CHORUS - Bigflo & Oli - Joeystarr]
He always told us the same thing, that he'll stop seeing her
He told us that too many times
She filled his ears with all her stories
We understood it too late
He always told us the same thing, that he'll stop seeing her
He told us that too many times
She filled his ears with all her stories
We understood it too late
 
[BRIDGE - Oli & Joeystarr]
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Too late, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Hmhm, too late
Too late
That was already too late
She always told us the same thing (everytime)
She always told us the same thing (everytime)
 
[Outro: JoeyStarr]
Oli, Bigflo
Jaguarr on the mic
Too late
Hm
 

It's Too Late

Fragrances of May, perfume of sulfur
Uncertain dreams where one delves into
So many yellowing pictures
So many words, so many cries
All these silent faces
These hazy calls from the emptiness
Rising in fever so many nights
Where our chimeras came to battle
I smiled, me, the worrying one
Beneath so much hope, innocent
 
Fragrances of Summer, perfume of rage
The eye too bright under the makeup
In the harmful neon lights
Beating heart, bitter mouth
To want so much to mask one's fear
To always be hunting happiness
Upright, stood in the light
Heavy eyelids, light soul
I murmured, me, the glorious one
Beneath so much powerlessness, fearful
 
Fragrances of Autumn, perfume of melancholy
Hidden shadows where these pale silhouettes
Take shape
Incarnations of evil
When just the flame of a silly hope
Dances in their gaze
Weary from being so little understood
Broken from being so unsuccessful
I kept quiet, me, the arrogant one
Beneath so much hatred, unsteady
 
Fragrances of Winter, perfume of mourning
The wind's caress on the leaves
From so many days gone by
From so many withered loves
Another movement to catch
Just the shadow of a memory
Another word, just a smile
A final breath to tell you
But what use is it? It's too late...
A child cries, somewhere