Through Your Open DoorTime cut in sound
A sharper blade for a signal doubt
Hands cold enough
Arms raised as a lightning mast
A theatre of one
A voice overrun
Ringing through the valley of resonance
Rope winding down but
Held higher than we could reach to climb

Streets lead your smile
Played famous and versatile
Sleeps through the fire
Collateral battle cries fight
Confessant dark
Incessant spark
Racing shadows on rustic arks
We won’t bend
Won’t resist to enlist our lips againAnd sing your madrigalSee the girl she hides seeks
Climbs the pedestal
Say you'll now lead
Walk me through your open door
through your open door
And sing your madrigal
Sing your madrigal
And sing...

I smoke the hours

In a nest full of dynamite

I fishing plastic fish

In black puddles on the curb

Do you think about to burn your girl down
Do you think about to burn your car down
Do you think about it x3

Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline

Why the king eats better than dogs
Probably because he know’s

Who kills for gold

Sweeping his ass with velvet

The crowd begging crumbs

Do you think about to burn your girl down
Do you think about to burn your car down
Do you think about it x3

Do you think about it x2

Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline

Que mon corps casque et me trahisseQue le temps passe et me flétrisse
Que ma vue perde l'horizon
Que je te laisse sans réaction
Que ma langue manque de salive
Sur tes seins en forme d'olive
Que tu me saches moins viril
Que mon cœur lâche sur ton nombril

Toi tu seras toujours

Chair et canon
Chair et canon

Quand je ne ferai plus le caniche
Que je ne te toucherai plus ma biche
Quand je ne serai plus le patron
Que je ne serai plus qu'un vieux con
Quand je serai au bord de la ruine
Et qu'on me mettra sous morphine
Quand je tomberai pour de bon
Dans un coma aussi profond

Toi tu seras toujours

Chair et canon
Chair et canon

Que mon corps casque et me trahisse
Que le temps passe et me flétrisse
Que ma vue perde l'horizon
Que tu me laisses sans érection
Que tu me saches moins viril
Que mon coeur lâche sur mon nombril

Toi tu seras toujours
Chair et canon
Chair et canon

English translation :

CANNON FODDER
May my body wither and betray me
May time pass and wilt me
May my vision lose the horizon
May I leave you without response
May my tongue lack saliva
On your olive-shaped breasts
May you know me less virile
May my heart break on your navel

You will always be
Cannon fodder
Cannon fodder

When I won’t be poodle anymore
When I won’t touch you any more my little deer
When I won’t be the boss anymore
When I will be just an old fool
When I'm on the verge of ruin
And when they put me under morphine
When I fall for good
Into a coma so deep

You will always be
Cannon fodder
Cannon fodder

May my body wither and betray me
May time pass and wilt me
May my vision lose the horizon
May you leave me without erection
May you know me less virile
May my heart break on your navel

You will always be
Cannon fodder
Cannon fodder

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veutBaudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Suffit pas d’être saoul
Ni de paraître fou
C’est pas une question de shoots
Ni de sexe ni de look

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Tout brûle autour de soi
Pourquoi ces châteaux de sable
Qu’engloutissent les vagues
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Faire et puis tout défaire
Et mettre tout à l’envers
Avec la même foi

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Là-haut sur son étoile
Soufflent les vents du désert
Qui brûlent la peau et l’âme

English translation :

THERE'S ONLY GAINSBOURG

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
It’s not enough to
be drunk
No
appear
to be
crazy
It's not a question of shooting up
No of
sex no
of
appearances

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Everything burns around you
Why these sand castles
swallowed up by
the waves
There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Make and
un-make
And putting
everything
the other way round
With the same
conviction

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Up there on his star
the desert winds
blow
burning
skin and
soul