Aesop Rock — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson 1,000 O'Clock
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « 1,000 O'Clock » de Aesop Rock.
Paroles
I wear shoes to bed
Paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg bopper
Petitioned out of shit’s creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on the streaming doppler
Screaming ‘uncle' in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybejust a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon that your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawing‘ll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy
Everything his cutting room scrapped
On a silver screen that throws gummy bears back, attack!
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can’t transform swine to men
Sensible sweater on ice
Devil horns high
Like shovels above a butter lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader squealing
«it's the real pig fever»
Sick people pinky swearing on concealed 6th fingers
That’s idle handwork in the spirit of death dealers
Look at mommy’s little Hercules
Custom Troy Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind spot of spittle county gore police
Or really any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain brown key foods bag head
2 holes later I’ll see to this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly what cost
The currency of brotherhood back in his cut palm
It sucks, it’s nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters of the morally snubbed
See my ‘goodnight irene' massacred flat in the key of tragedy
Whole diner like «I'll have he’s having»
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can’t transform swine to men
Today a thousand sea lions got up and left a pier
They had successfully invaded and secured for 20 years
Some said it was the food supply or shifting weather patterns
Truthfully a whole community of scientists are baffled
In '89 maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance ‘til the heart-warming story went public
You’ll need a montage, animals arriving in droves
A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to the pride of your cove
Which bring us back up to this morning when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated thoughts of my own they go Maybe it’d feel more majestic and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn’t beaning it with salt water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds, sounds like your basic
Liberating moment of collective «fuck fame"shit
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can’t transform swine to men
Traduction des paroles
Aujourd'hui mille lions de mer se sont levés et ont quitté une jetée
Ils avaient envahi et sécurisé avec succès pendant 20 ans
Certains ont dit que c'était l'approvisionnement alimentaire ou les changements climatiques
En vérité toute une communauté de scientifiques est déconcertée
En 89 peut être que 10 est arrivé au quai
Comme si guidé par le trident de Poséidon à cavaler
Chacun un glouton boisé et tapageur
Comme une nuisance d'une demi-tonne jusqu'à ce que l'histoire qui réchauffe le cœur soit rendue publique
Vous aurez besoin d'un montage, les animaux arrivent en masse
Un dollar inférieur transforme une nuisance à la fierté de votre crique
Ce qui nous ramène à ce matin quand la colonie a plongé
J'ai eu quelques pensées non étayées de mes propres ils vont peut être que ça se sentirait plus majestueux et moins gras
Si un enfant de 12 ans ne le frappait pas avec de l'eau salée taffy
Toutes les 5 secondes putain, sonne comme votre base
Moment libérateur de la merde collective"fuck fame"
Toutes ces tribus amassent des pains et des vins
Ces climats transforment les hommes en porcs
Toutes ces ruches cachent des couteaux et du plomb
Ces pots de vin ne peuvent pas transformer les porcs en hommes