WanderLost Radical
Well-known member
My favorite song lately. I know its in french, and most of you don't speak it, but I like it so much I couldnt keep it to myself, so I did a quick approximate traduction. Of course, there's no language in the world as pretty as french canadian, but it'll give you an idea 
Each in our bubbles, in our solitudes
Love detours, dead-ends at dawn
Of our bugs that swim in false hopes that resembles us
Like lions shaking under December's sun
A memory slides on my wooden body
A bottle goes 'gulp-gulp' in my gizzard that never gets enough
The traps of the night, full of laughter and women
Good thing that smiles get old, it overcomes the noise
Cookies and jokes with an old filthy wall
Full of holes and silences
There was the rumble of the neighbor
The smoke on my lips remind me of the smell of your hand
Like it? Don't like it? The daisy sings her chorus
But now I gotta start the engine, cuz it's already dawn
I had my heart tripping over, on Fulton road
But here's never elsewhere, and I'm wasting time at home
Doodling my fears in torpor, it's been 11:00 for 3 days
Time flows, time flies, no job, no trade
I'm having a Nina Simard all over again
I'm gonna drive you away
Half dead, 3/4 wasted in the back of a Greyhound bus
Taking highway 10 up and down, testing my skin
I can still see Carlos yelling in the mic, swinging shovelloads of rifs
Wasn't it great outside, bumming on Well?
But I gotta start the engine, cause its already dawn
I had my heart tripping over, on Fulton road!!
Each in our bubbles, in our solitudes
Love detours, dead-ends at dawn
Of our bugs that swim in false hopes that resembles us
Like lions shaking under December's sun
A memory slides on my wooden body
A bottle goes 'gulp-gulp' in my gizzard that never gets enough
The traps of the night, full of laughter and women
Good thing that smiles get old, it overcomes the noise
Cookies and jokes with an old filthy wall
Full of holes and silences
There was the rumble of the neighbor
The smoke on my lips remind me of the smell of your hand
Like it? Don't like it? The daisy sings her chorus
But now I gotta start the engine, cuz it's already dawn
I had my heart tripping over, on Fulton road
But here's never elsewhere, and I'm wasting time at home
Doodling my fears in torpor, it's been 11:00 for 3 days
Time flows, time flies, no job, no trade
I'm having a Nina Simard all over again
I'm gonna drive you away
Half dead, 3/4 wasted in the back of a Greyhound bus
Taking highway 10 up and down, testing my skin
I can still see Carlos yelling in the mic, swinging shovelloads of rifs
Wasn't it great outside, bumming on Well?
But I gotta start the engine, cause its already dawn
I had my heart tripping over, on Fulton road!!
