The Streets — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Too Much Brandy
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Paroles
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where were you that cold
December
cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders
Central Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain’t a nice place off your
face, we enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if you’re bored,
let’s go see Roy, get
fucked up with the boys
Calvin, Schmalvin, I’m well within my limit, oh hang on a minute,
these mushrooms just
kicked in, think I might be finished
The ball game heads for the worse, for what it’s worth I might just fall off
the edge of the earth, brain’s kind of surfing now
We wander down darkened pathways in a daze, «Want to buy any cocaine?
«, am I paranoid? «Yes,
you’re paranoid»
Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home to my baby,
two bags of mushrooms, room’s mushed up and I need a cradle
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking
brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking
brandy
Now getting to the bar’s gonna be trouble
So the Marlons’ll have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles
The same speed you drink singles
Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I’m having all
that’s in the
bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head’s a bit mangled
Club’s full, you mingle
You dance the fandango
You sing all your favourite jingles
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon
One has a monocle and cigar
Dickie-bow and long johns
My utility belt tells me it’s to the bar Batman
Fat cans of that lager then it’s straight to the dance-floor
For much more fancy footwork, it’s adored by many amour
Don’t awe me with your little sidestep technique
Gget to the beat, loosen up, it’s The Streets
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking
brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking
brandy
We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube
Every time the train clunks I feel like puking
Wonder whether that beautiful bird’ll ring,
Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we’re walking up out and back to the
road, talking
Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind’s focused,
balance fucked up Ra, ra, ra, it’s all back to the Dogstar and if it’s his round I’m quite
partial to another
Marlon at the bar
Bad idea to start again late, should’ve given my brain a break
Take it easy mate, you start to think you’re a state, you definitely are a state
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking
brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking
brandy
Traduction des paroles
À sa manière, mon corps essayait de dire que tu ferais mieux d'arrêter de boire
brandy
Nous mangeons de la malbouffe, Assis ivre sur le tube
Chaque fois que le train claque j'ai envie de vomir
Je me demande si ce bel oiseau sonnera,
Ensuite, tout va brumeux, ce sont les jours où nous marchons et revenir à la
de la route, de parler
Eh bien en criant en fait, les charges plus ivre, par Jove, l'esprit est concentré,
solde foutu Ra, Ra, ra, c'est tous de retour à la Dogstar et si c'est son tour, je suis tout à fait
partiel à un autre
Marlon au bar
Mauvaise idée de recommencer tard, aurait dû donner une pause à mon cerveau
Take it easy mate, vous commencez à penser que vous êtes un état, vous êtes certainement un État
À sa manière, mon corps essayait de dire que tu ferais mieux d'arrêter de boire
brandy
À sa manière, mon corps essayait de dire que tu ferais mieux d'arrêter de boire
brandy