The Good Life — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Inmates
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Inmates » de The Good Life.
Paroles
When you said you loved me, did you really love me?
Or did the words just spill out
like drool on my pillow.
'Cause I was naked
when you said those words,
but I felt covered in your whispered worship.
And as you passed out fast on my shoulder,
I imagined a child
waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive.
Did she leave you an orphan,
in that big, brown leather chair?
Said, «Don't you move a muscle, kid,
I’ll be back in twenty years,»
You were scared, you were lonely,
but you must’ve been aware;
life is a series of calluses,
this is just another layer.
So, build’em up, tough it out,
yeah, that’s your skin;
don’t let anyone under there.
When you said you needed me,
did you really need me?
Or was I just someone?
oh, you’d take anything.
Am I first on that list of yours,
or am I second, or third?
So, who’s that ahead of me,
some harlot from Pittsburgh?
Or Detroit, Santa Fe, or San Diego?
I know you’re so alone,
but how much affection does one guy really need?
Did you date a lot in high school?
Were you always chasing girls?
Couldn’t you find some young valentine
to steal your heart for good?
Were you content, or contemptible?
Are your memories pleasant,
or is it a string of endless flings of bitter resentment.
Seems that what you want and what you need
doesn’t mean a thing, we’re just here for the taking.
When you said you’d hurt me,
did you think you hurt me?
Are you really that cocky?
Oh, what a heartbreaker!
Well, I’ve got my armor
yeah, I’ve been through some battles before.
And I met your old girlfriend,
she said, «Baby, don’t bother.»
She told me you told her you’d hurt her
Funny, how familiar.
So, how much of this relationship was rehearsed?
Did you act out as a child?
Were you always crying wolf?
Attention-starved, you tried too hard
to get someone to look.
Now you’re the wolf in second-hand clothing.
I’m the sheep in a pleated skirt.
It’s an awkward form of payback,
but if it works for you, it works.
It’s that I recognize your off-white lies,
still, I lie beside you
and that’s what really hurts.
When you said you’d leave me well, why haven’t you left me?
What are we still doing here,
so desperate for company?
There’s a greyhound on Jackson Street,
there’s an airport in Council Bluffs.
Hell, there’s a car in the driveway.
Fifty ways to get lost.
But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping,
I’m starting to wonder if you really believe
that you’d ever really leave.
Would you leave me, and orphan,
in that big, brown leather chair?
The one you’ve lugged around from town to town for all these years.
It’s the trophy of your childhood,
like a shark’s tooth or gator skin boots
but this one holds you prisoner
it holds me prisoner too.
What we need to set us free
is to let go of each other — let go of everything.
When I said I loved you,
it was because I loved you.
When I said I needed you,
well, I really need you.
Yeah, I guess you hurt me,
for once you’re a man of your word.
Well, guess what
I’m leaving.
I can’t be your prisoner.
I won’t.
Traduction des paroles
C'est une forme de vengeance maladroite,
mais si cela fonctionne pour vous, il fonctionne.
C'est que je reconnais tes mensonges blancs,
encore, je me couche à côté de vous
et c'est ce qui fait vraiment mal.
Quand tu as dit que tu me quitterais bien, pourquoi ne m'as-tu pas quitté?
Que sommes-nous encore en train de faire ici,
Si désespéré pour la compagnie?
Il y a un lévrier sur Jackson Street,
il y a un aéroport à Council Bluffs.
L'enfer, il y a une voiture dans l'allée.
Cinquante façons de se perdre.
Mais comme je te tiens et que je t'écoute dormir,
Je commence à me demander si vous croyez vraiment
que vous avais jamais vraiment quitter.
Voulez-vous me laisser, et de l'orphelin,
dans cette Grande chaise en cuir marron?
Celui que tu as traîné de ville en ville pendant toutes ces années.
C'est le trophée de ton enfance,
comme une dent de requin ou des bottes de peau de gator
mais celui-ci vous tient prisonnier
il me tient prisonnier aussi.
Ce dont nous avons besoin pour nous libérer
est de laisser aller les uns des autres — tout lâcher.
Quand j'ai dit que je vous aimais,
c'était parce que je vous aimais.
Quand j'ai dit que j'avais besoin de toi,
eh bien, j'ai vraiment besoin de vous.
Ouais, je pense que vous me blesser,
pour une fois que vous êtes un homme de parole.
Eh bien, devinez quoi
Je vais la laisser.
Je ne peux pas être votre prisonnier.
Je ne veux pas.