B i o g r a p h y
 (by MacKenzie Wilson)

Aspiring filmmaker Jamie "Bran Man" Di Salvio hadn't exactly planned on making a band. He was trying to make ends meet in his native Montreal, scoring various gigs directing videos and documentaries during the mid- to late '90s. But his teenage thrills of being a DJ and remixer also fell into the realm of production and by 1995, Di Salvio had formed Bran Van 3000. He gathered nearly 20 obscure music socialites, producers, singers, and hip-hop gurus from the Montreal area, who would eventually compose the attractive quirkiness of the band, and never looked back. Soul chanteuse Stephane Moreille joined singers Jayne Hill and Sara Johnston, alongside DJ E.P. Bergen, MC Steve "Liquid" Hawley, jazz drummer Rob Joanisse, guitarist Nick Hynes, bassist Gary McKenzie, and ex-Doughboys member John Kastner, for BV3's revolving rotation. They fused trip-hop with electronic ambience and indie-rock attitude for their 1998 debut Glee, and the single "Drinking in L.A." earned top spots on various college charts as well as props from Canada's MuchMusic. Rumors of a breakup swarmed throughout late 1999; it was also reported that Ric Ocasek was on board to produce Bran Van 3000's follow-up album. The new millennium gave new face though, as BV3 began working with Beastie Boy Mike D and Grand Royal for Discosis, which was scheduled for a mid-2001 release date.




Glee
- 1998 -

Gimme Sheldon (Instrumental) 
Couch Surfer 
Drinking in L.A. 
Problems 
Highway to Heck (Instrumental) 
Forest 
Rainshine 
Carry On 
Afrodiziak 
Lucknow 
Cum on Feel the Noize 
Exactly Like Me! 
Everywhere 
Une chanson 
Old School 
Willard 
Supermodel 
Oblonging 
Mama Don't Smoke...

 


Discosis
- 2001 -

Astounded
Loop Me

Montreal
BV3
Discosis
Go Shoppin'
More Shopping
The Answer
Jean Leloup's Dirty Talk
Loaded
Speed
Predictable
Senegal
Dare I Say
Stepchild
Love Cliché
Rock Star


Rosé
- 2007-10-30 -

Call Me (I'll Be Around Medley)
House Lights
Feline Fantasy
Da Lion
Sea of Life
Let It Go
Trees
Beautiful Girl
Stand Up
Rappy Rappy Rappy Rap
So Fine
Palm Springs
Forever
Mon Real
Rose
Tony Roman
Sex, Love & Peace
Rainbow Princess
Can You Handle It
I Won't Lie
Our Haze
 


The Garden
- 2010-10-19 -

A Tryst
Garden Waltz
Oui Got Now
Drop Off
You
You Too
Grace
Cowboy Hoot
Jahrusalem
World Party
This Day
La Dolce Vita
Journey
Stillness
Saltwater Cats
 

 
Non albums tracks
- Misc -

Forest
( French Album Version )
Hardrickin' Cincinnati
( French Album Version )
Ceci n'est pas une chanson
( French Album Version )
Johnny Go - Jean Leloup
(co-written by E.P., Bran Man, and Liquid) 


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Glee

Couch surfer

By sampling the wealth of music and sound effects available on audio fidelity stereo disks
you can take a trip around the world without leaving your easy chair. 

Couch Surfer 

Together with everything and nothing between us, 
You are the whole soul goal me you, 
Universal universal union, 
Blending in matter, 
Journeying harmony, journeying harmony. 

The ecstasy is voyaged through swaying, interplaying, 
Perennial gardenia gardens, 
Flowing into fuscia fountains, 
Leaping into warm purple pink gaseous fumes, purple pools, 
Moving in, undulating emanating jewels, 
Into a timeless spaceless place. 

Couch surfer (such a cute face) 
I'm surfing, couch surfing 

Move into your house, I'm a couch surfer 

Move into your house, 
I'm a couch surfer, 
Yeah, but I don't mean to be, 
Somebody took my keys, 
I'm a couch surfer. 

Well I'm locked inside the Holiday Inn and I'd like to get out with just a little bit of rain, 
Down and down and down and out, 
but I don't give a damn. 

Can I crash at your place again? 
Just one more night? 

Couch surfer 

I'm couch surfing, I'm a couch surfer 
Locked on the inside, 
I'm locked in but you locked me on the outside, 
Inside of no longer me, 
Move to tears beyond into a pond of cool quivers, 
My being shivers, 
I'm pure energy beyond the sun, 
I'm utterly complete union. 

I'm a couch surfer 

Mind if I eat those chips? 
Oh that's okay, 
I don't like salt and vinegar anyways. 
No no no, I didn't use pay-per-view. 
I figured it was free. 

Yeah, I'm going. 
I'm a couch surfer, couch surfing 

Drinking in L.A.

Hi, my name is Stereo Mike. 

Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades
You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favourite cheese.
Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that... 

Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day. 

Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there? 

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes, 
When Mike came over with a script surprise. 
A Mafioso story with a twist, 
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch, 
Get your ass out of bed, he said: 
I'll explain it on the way. 

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? 
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix. 

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us, 
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again. 
Flaring out the G-Funk, 
Sipping on a juice and gin, 
Just me and a friend. 
Feeling kinda groovy, 
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!) 

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? 

With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer! 

I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick. 

Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's. 

Some men there wanted to hurt us, 
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss. 
We could see them all bitching by the bar, 
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor. 
Then Mike turned to me and said: 
"What do you think we got done son?" 

We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? 
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix. 

We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up. 

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ... 

So I ask you: 
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? 

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A. 

Problems

I live in a frequency, 
Where action rules, 
That God is me, 
In a war against my body, 
In the poetry of poverty. 
'Cause it's the rich ones who make it, 
'Cause it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it. 
They feel fine. 
They feel fine. 

Check out complainer by the bar, 
Let's kick his ass and make him beg for more, 
Let's line him up, 
And make him scream and shout, 
And show him he's got nothing to complain about. 

'Cause I believe in the groove complacent, 
So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment, 
Yeah, I feel fine. 

Forest

(International Version)

It's not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail.
It's not my fault that you lost your way...

Nous étions tous en voyage quand un brouillard s'approche,
C'est la forêt des regrets amers, des doutes sans rémission.

I'm living life in this forest,
The shadows and stains;
And the government,
They take the gains,
But we're left with the reigns.
In the name of our God and our dead generations,
The poets have been called for creation.
We were born free to the world,
As we were born we will depart;
I refuse upon the mic to be refused my spark.
See the fire seventh sign is near,
So hear this calling,
Once the man, come twice the child.
'Cause the fear of the man turned us all fucking wild,
I'm born again to see the end.
'Cause all I really truly got is this block and my friends,
But where am I gonna be when there's nothing left to spend?
And I remember what the dread said;
And I remember what the dread said:

It's not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail.
It's not my fault that you lost your way...

So, all you freak punks and all you cool Ginos,
Pump up your Jeeps and and brass down your Chinos.
We hit you with the Bran Van style:
Roquefort, blue cheese, Kraft floor, cheese tile.
Yeah, we hitting you strong,
We be the lawd awful song you can't shake from your gong.
With a BV3 g riff to a drunk drum,
C'mon man, spill some outcome.

When I was lost, I saw the forest was dark;
You lose the fire and the flame with the loss of the spark.
I let my body house demons,
That fed on my mind.
I was looking for myself,
To myself I was blind.
Because my senses confused, with what was once so real;
I could not hear taste touch or fear.
But slowly I try at each and every cost to rebuild these strengths that i've lost.

It's not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail.
It's not my fault that you lost your way...

So test drive to the forest, to the jungle,
To the place outside yourself.
I'm speaking strictly of the self,
You know as I jump, slip step deep and wide.
And watch all the animals,
The mammals, lions, fishes, and the camels.
And you know what they're gonna do:
They'll set you up,
They'll knock you down,
They'll kick your ass all over your hometown.
And they're gonna ask you something that you've got to learn to do,
It's something that's so good for you:
You know you roar...
You roar...
You roar!

Jump

Your insanity will prevail. 

Rainshine

Want some water?
No, I think I'm okay.

Rainshine. 

I don't care how sick you say it's gonna get,
My big ass bubble has not busted yet.
Because I feel,
I feel fine, I feel fine.
Yes I feel,
I feel fine, I feel fine.
Yes I feel, I feel fine, I feel fine.
Yes I feel, I feel fine.

New time again, dis a new time again,
For de time now, de dodge a man him come through and then,
Me no want no war, me say between no man,
'Cause this hear time dodge a no work for satan.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have his mercy.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have his mercy.

You know what?
I've got nothing to complain about.
My breath is bad,
But my beer is stout.
So take my hand and let us jump about,
'Cause we got nothing to complain about.
The sky is grey,
I think it's gonna rain.
But that's okay,
'Cause hell, I like the rain.
So join me here in this here refrain,
And shut your shit,
And don't complain.
What?
'Cause we got nothing to complain about,
And you got nothing to complain about.
So c'mon,
It ain't that difficult to figure out,
That we've got nothing to complain about.
So c'mon.

A man a shot upon him, life through the dark,
When you check it out, it's a natural fact,
Jah jah have good judgement when you do all you want,
And if...

You can speak of babylon while you're around me,
'Cause every single little thing I see astounds me.
Rainshine...

Inna this time, me no fight 'gainst no man,
Me no want no man come try to test dodge,
'Cause when you check it out and go upon one mission,
And God and the Father and me inspiration.
Me test upon a mission and a one-way plan,
Me no want no man try disrespect me fashion,
'Cause when you check it out and put inspiration,
And that is how a you go reach Mount Zion.

I feel magical, mystical, motherful, logistical.

Lord have his mercy.

Magical, mystical, motherful, logistical,
Magical, mystical,
Magical,
Magical, mystical.

Look around X3
On the ground X2
There's a finger on my blister. 

Carry On

I've been working so,
I've been working so,
I've been working so hard.
Why you bring me down?
Why you bring me down?
I've been working so hard.

You'll be smooth,
I'll be smoother,
Smoother than silk.
Let honesty remain my virtue,
Motherin' is my milk.
To push strong 'til the end,
Because the stress is the life.
Keep on pushin' like a player,
Guess you can't see our strife.
We're in this together 'cause there's no place to run.
Man's built the gun, that's why I'm chasing the sun.
You wanna walk how you walk?
Then watch me try to stay how I stayed,
I can't be swayed by the man.
I love my shorties with my heart,
I'll always lend them my hand.
Teach my children about the seeds you wanna take from the sand.
Gotta maintain motherfucker,
Gotta stick to these plans,
'Cause this globalized village made it all-out war.
And hip hop will be my wings,
And enough men needing to soar.
I see more guns than children being born everyday.
Another mother'll have to weep because you'd rob her's away.
I guess you're never gonna figure,
No man's bigger than the next.
Instead of building, you'll be killing,
Every man's getting vexed.

So carry on, carry on.
Carry on...
Maintain...

How would you like to stick with me?
How much do you love to freefall?
I never thought that I would have to stay so near to keep you near.
How would you like to stick with me?
And do you love to freefall?
I never thought that I would have to speak so loud for you to hear.

I need your loving,
And I try so hard.
To maintain.
I need your loving,
And I try so hard.
To maintain.

Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on.

I wanna chill for real,
But I can't seem to escape.
Because your five-minute pleasures got me screaming out rape.
And parliament, they keep me tied up with the fucking red tape;
Left taps on my phone,
They got me thinking about fate.
"Hold it, freeze," keeps me thinking that there's no time to wait;
And now the prison cell bars offer up heaven's gate.
But we're like in this together,
See there's no place to run.
Man's built the gun,
So we're chasing the sun.

Carry on; carry on.

Day and night,
Hell, everyday,
I'll carry on.
On every single part I play,
I'll be so strong,
Hell, I won't give up the fight.
Day and night,
Everyday,
I'll carry on.
I'll live my life on centre stage,
I'll carry on, I'll be so strong,
I won't give up the fight...

Carry on...
Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on, carry on, carry on.

Afrodiziak

Let's do it on D. 

It's very... interesting... 

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, 
Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 

Cool. 
We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak, 
We'll be the coolest afrodiziak, 
We'll be the strangest afrodiziak, 
So why don't you put the record on and wick wick whack? 

We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak, 
We'll be the coolest afrodiziak, 
We'll be the strangest afrodiziak, 
So why don't you put the record on and kick that track? 

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, 
Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 
Well hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, 
Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 

So what you thinking? 

I'm thinking sometimes things are moving too fast, 
'Cause from the very room I'm rhyming, 
It be looking like the past. 
I know you didn't ask, 
But fuck it, you're stuck with it. 
You gotta try right? 
That's why your basic love for hip hop got me sucking this mic, 
I'm like the next Uncle Fester, 
Another media molestor 
With the flex coming smooth coming strange, 
Like grade 10 sex, 
We cling to the text, 
Corazon through the chest. 
You diss it you like it, 
We don't give a fuck? 
Well just a little... 
'Cause we're hip hop deconstruct. 
We're shmoozing like McLuhan, 
A slightly shy, a slightly bored, 
Nappy crappy spinal tappy humanoid. 

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, 
Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 
'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, what a wicked world 
'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, in a wicked world 

Nothing left to lose, 
And no time to waste, 
I'm feeling kinda funny, 
Think my drink is laced. 
I've got these opium queens that move around my space, 
I said it's waste not, want not, 
I think I'll take another, 
I'm holding all this pain that I'm trying to smother, 
With the neon glows that keep me thinking 
about my brother and my mother in the city 
Upon the BV sound. 
Bran Man got me moving with my ear to the ground. 
With thoughts of cognak kisses for the men in black, 
Like in the front line, 
Baby I'll be back. 
Because I'm chewing on these thoughts of you down with me, 
Putting you before the eye because its easy to see. 
EP got me smoothing for the BV3, 
So let it be baby, let it be, 
For real baby, 
You're the one for me, 
That makes loving so much fun you see. 
And I'm the smoothest afrodiziak, 
I'll be the coolest afrodiziak, 
I'm like the strangest afrodiziak, 
So knick-knack paddy-whack, bring it back... 

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, 
Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 
'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl in a wicked world. 

Yeah, time to represent the sounds from the Bran Van motion. 
Smooth Liquid coming with the notion and the potion, 
To recollect and check my memories with degrees, 
Saying we's got necessities, 
These recepies I'll be giving, 
'Cause freedom's how I'm living in my life without the strife, 
Who's pushing? We gots the cushion. 
So get on your knees and pray G-O-D, 
Set me free, from this fucking ill society, 
For real, north to the south to the east to the west, 
Come and bless, 
Buddha zest got me truly confessing, 
Say it yes yes yes yes. 
To the top is where I'm reaching, 
The chronic got me tweakin' 
And I'll be reaching for the peaking. 
More than you ever fucking seen, 
When I soar, take flight to the skies, 
On demise, this youth has grown wise, 
No disguise necessary, 
It's quite contrary, 
Proud Mary, 
Keep on rolling 'cause I'm strolling on the uptown sound, for real, 
So hold tight to steal, 
Lyrical assasins saying caps out to peel. 

Yo, Sharpshooters Productions, Bran Van 3000, Comin' to your housing.
Yo, get up and do it, yo, Yo, yo, Get up and do it, Get up and do it, Get up and do it, Gravediggaz... 

Lucknow

I guess it's love... 
It can be said in approximately... 
3000 ways... 
Not including showing it. 

A day doesn't go by when Mr. Giambelli doesn't tell Mrs. Giambelli that, uh, he loves her. 

I know that... 
Everyday, 
Going day by day, 
In every way, 
I'm getting from better... 
To better. 

Cum on feel the Noize

Cum on feel the noize, 
Girls rock your boys. 
We'll get wild, wild, wild, 
Yeah, wild, wild, wild. 

So you think my singing's out of time, it makes me money, 
And I don't know why, 
I don't know why, 
Oh yeah, yeah... 

So cum on feel the noize, 
Girls rock your boys. 
We'll get wild, wild, wild, 
Yeah, wild, wild, wild. 
So cum on feel the noize 
Girls rock your boys. 
We'll get wild, wild, wild, 
Yeah, wild, wild, wild. 

So you say I've got a funny face, 
I've got no worries, 
And I don't know why, 
I don't know why. 
So why'd you always say I'm some disgrace, 
I'm in no hurry, 
And I don't know why, 
Yeah, I don't know why, 
No, no... 

So cum on feel the noize, 
Girls rock your boys. 
We'll get wild, wild, wild, 
Yeah, wild, wild, wild. 
So cum on feel the noize 
Girls rock your boys. 
We'll get wild, wild, wild, 
Yeah, wild, wild, wild. 

Cum on, feel it, Cum on, rock it, Cum on, yeah yeah yeah, Yeah, harder, Yeah, faster, 
Cum on, Cum on, Rock it, rock it, Yeah, Rock it, rock it, Yeah yeah yeah yeah... 

Exactly like me!

I like what your t-shirt says: 
I'm with stupid and stupid's with me. 
Let's climb to the top of the state bridge and see how stupid we can be. 

'Cause this is the first song but definitely not the song. 
I know that you are liquid, for I'm the governess of alone. 
The things I've imagined do would really quite astound you 
I don't do 'em, I just feel 'em, 
And two times two is chicken, 
I am your state of mind. 
So why can't you be: 
Exactly like me?, exactly like me.  X3

Like Madonna, so emotional, 
No car wreck, suicide, 
Stairway so unclimbable, 

No house to hide inside, 
Your house, your house, your house I will explore 
Your cold marble floors and secret doors, 
The fine lines of your architecture, 
And if you need me, I'll come and see thee, and be your visitor, 
We'll play kissy kissy and have a baby and figure out, 
What we live for. 

I am your state of mind. 
I am your state of mind. 
So why can't you be: 
Exactly like me? exactly like me. X3
Exactly like me. X18

Everywhere

As long as we're getting a bit technical, I'd like to remind you that most women
And children can perceive higher frequencies of sound than most men. 

Everywhere I see your faces, 
Everywhere you sing your smile and, 
Everytime you're not around, 
It doesn't matter, 
'Cause you're everywhere to me. 

Everyone you've ever known counts on you, 
Waits for you, 
To come through. 
Don't you know that you're gonna break through? 

And everywhere you came and left, 
You came in the name of love and, 
Left a wake of happiness and tenderness, 
And sweet conflict, sweet conflict. 

You hang around, 
You come on down, 
You come on down, 
And it's on and on and on and on, 
It's on. 
It goes on. 

You hang around, 
You come on down, 
But you don't come down. 

Whispering, 
Whispering, 
Whispering your name. 
You're everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, 
To me. 
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, 
To me. 

Calling, 
Calling, 
I'm calling your number, 
Calling, 
I'm calling your number, 
Calling, 
I'm calling your number, 
Calling your number, 
I'm calling your number, 
Calling, 
You're everywhere, 
You're everywhere to me. 
Everywhere to me. 

Une Chanson

Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...
In the place to be,
It is I, the R-K-A-D-E,
Dropping poems on your telephone.
And it goes a little like this:

The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee. 

And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?
Peace. 

End of message. 

People fly... 

Old School

Listen:

This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Yeah!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!

Well come on party people with the ha-ha-hoo!
We're breakin' bum, shaking beats for your boog-a-loo.
We gonna shock your mind with this new déjà-vu
And guess what Ruth Buzzie?
We love you!
You see the bran clown taking you down,
No frown.
I got the foxy über ladies from the underground.
Said you used to be lost,
But now I'll be found;
Like the Puerto Rican passion on the Brooklyn bound.
Going uptown, midtown, downtown,
Bran Van say:
Verb to the noun.

This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Right!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!

With the old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
With the old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?

"I don't know about touching the mic tonight; the club's really packed."
"It's okay, touch the mic."
"Sure?"
"Yeah, touch it."

Come a little closer,
Try to touch it with desire.
This man's on a mission to set this mic on fire.
Like a fish on a hook,
Bird on a wire.
Let me stand before the truth,
Girl fire,
'Cause:
Cupid had an arrow
For the pharaoh,
So he shot.
Made me want it how i want it,
But this fire's damn hot.
Too hot to hold,
Too damn good to fold,
I gotta tell you how I tell you so the truth be told,
For the:

Old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
It's the old school, new school, c'mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?

My Cartesian quotient of my calibration,
Got us qualified for this deviation.
As I lose myself in you,
Yes I lose myself in you.

It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.

(I lose myself in you.)

It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.

(My moment to shine)
Your time with me is up.

It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It's my ... rock the mic;
Rock the mic.

Willard

Just sing the melody and we'll follow along. 

Dear Willard, 
I changed my town for you, 
Dear Willard, 
I smuggled guns for you, 
Tonnes for you. 
Dear Willard: 
For your sweet loving, 
I risked getting shot... 
Not. 

It's kind of... country... 

I poured my heart to you, Willard, 
I changed my town for you, 
Dear Willard, 
I smuggled guns for you, 
Tonnes for you, 
Dear Willard: 
For your sweet loving, 
I risked getting shot. 

He stands high as the harvest grass, 
His reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun. 
His friends call him Davey, 
But he lets me call him by his Mama's given name: 
Willard. 
His sideburns are strong, 
And his hands are those of a working man. 
I know his t-shirt never changes, 
But that's why I love him. 
Willard: 
The very name I wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart. 

Supermodel

Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight. 
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello. 
You really wanna know? 
Well, I'll tell you, I might have to pour myself another little moonshine... 
Here we go: 

It was a sweet and frosty May, 
In the town of Thunder Bay, 
When Dale and Wendy Day went out to Sweetbrush Lake. 
Found a weeping willow to sit down and do the Thunder Bay a go-go, 
While the wind was real soft. 
Poor little Wendy just had to break. 

Later on that month, 
Dale went for Pepper lunch at the "we're-all-in-this-together diner". 
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, 
The corn cob on time, 
The chili dogs even finer. 
The real reason was that Wendy was working counter. 
Those two little kids just couldn't get enough of each other. 
Dale broke out like a man and said: 
"Wendy I think I want to take your hand and make little children, live beyond the sand. 
In respect to the clouds and the colony of your eyes, that day we made love, I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones" 

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free. 

Which is exactly what happened. 

There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine. 

Let me ask you one question, and it goes: 
Hey supermodel, 
What's it like being pretty? 

Now everyone knows that if you're going to run a successful café, 
You have to hire the prettiest waitress. 
Amber it turns out had been working at the Pepperlunch café just like her mother did 20 years earlier, 
And it boils down to this very simple doctrine, 
Given by Ralph Habbasham the owner: 
Ralph says the customer is always right, 
And the customers here are mostly men, 
And though it don't seem, 
>From table 2 to 16, 
All men do is dream: 
Of falling in love, just like women. 
Now sitting at table 20 was a man from New York city who was most impressed with Amber's poses. 
He said, "Come over here missy, I gots a kind of proposition, that is, if you're willing to listen." 

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free. 
There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine. 

Come with me. 

Hey supermodel. 

Where will I stay? 
My place, where do you think? 
Is it big enough? 
It's got a double bed! 

And she was just everywhere! 
I mean little girls wanted to be like her, 
Little boys wanted to be with her, 
And even mothers somehow altered their physique just to be a little close to what Amber represented. 

One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers, 
And made out with one giant flesh missile on the top of her forehead. 
Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing about it. 
And her poor career went kinda downhill as the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out... 
Well, you know what they cried out: 

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free. 

Sing along with me gals. 

There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine. 

Hey supermodel, 
What's it like being a teen dream? 

Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart, 
I loved you from the very first day, from the start, 
But you left, call it theft of the heart, 
Bring me back the spark, 
Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left. 
Bright lights in the glitter, 
The shine of the night, right, 
You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight, 
But it's timber, watch these trees that are falling, 
Pretty little princess with no one to call, 
It's a small town now girl, it doesn't seem so small, 
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall, with me. 
Y'all check it with the degrees, 
Bring it back on the m-i-c, 
'Cause the man's on his knees, 
Small town ways, 
In the g's from grade, 
Bring me back sunny days, 
We's that praise, haze, 
Y'all tripping through the maze everyday, 
In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine. 
Come back y'all to the very first day that we met, 
'Cause I must call it theft, y'all, 
Protection and selection of my memories, 
Poet on the mic, 
With degrees saying please, 
Princess y'all, my supermodel girl, 
Bring you back pretty princess, 
'Cause I like to rock your world, 
One time, smooth, sweet like wine. 

Oblonging

Sob sadly, 
The bios are moving, or could we find that tall child? 
And dividing honestly was like praying badly, 
And the boy is obese, 
All blasts could climb. 
First you become oblong, 
Totally presumptuous. 
To move is form. 

Mama don't smoke...

Okay well we'll just start. Ready? 1, 2, 3, Go. 

Mama don't smoke, 
That much dope, 
Don't you worry about me. 
Mama don't smoke, 
That much dope, 
Don't you worry about me. 
I only get high about twice a day, 
It helps to keep my blues away. 

Chris said something about all them, 
Long-haired Jesus Christ look-alikes, 
Shining down on me, 
Shining down on me. 

I'm more laid back than you, 
I'm more laid back than you, 
Yeah, I'm more laid back than you will ever be. 

Mama don't smoke, 
That much dope, 
Don't you worry about me. 
Mama don't smoke, 
That much dope, 
Don't you worry about me. 
I only get high about twice a day, 
It helps to keep my blues away. 

Discosis

Astounded
 
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there

Baby, I don’t want to argue
Don’t even want to fight
I just want to love you
And hold you all the night
The message from the party
Nothing to do with how...
Try to keep it happy
Then depress yourself to cry
All I want to do is love you
You’ve got to move on up

All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there

The world is trying to make us
Go against our will
There’s too many mountains
Grown up from a hill
Just take nothing less
Than the second best
Do not obey
What most people say
'Cause you can pass the test
All I want to do is love you
Baby, we’ve got to move on up
We've got to move on up

All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there

It feels like I'm already there

The world is trying to make us
Go against our will
It's early in our language
Of how the human feels
I just want to love you
I just want to cry

Son
3000 razones para darte mi amor (3000 reasons to give you my love)
3000 razones para darte el corazón (3000 reasons to give you the heart)
3000 razones para darte mi amor
3000 razones para darte el corazón

*** Thanx a lot to Rafael for the spanish part *** 

Loop me
 
Loop me round and round
I will still stand tall though claim knocked down
And if you loop me into sound
I am found

And force me to capsize
By the strength of your intimidation
And factual lies
And If you force me to capsize
You’re denied

I’m astounded by the way you deal
With all your views and the things you conceal
And in view of all you views I think you feel
Yes, in view of all your fearlessness
You’re dying to reveal that
You’ll tell me anything I want to hear
You’ll tell me anything to keep me near

That’s how you loop me round and round
I will still stand tall though claim knocked down
And if you loop me into sound
I am found

I was feeling kind of ugly
Wanted everyone to love me
You can call it kind of greedy
Call it giving to the needy
Though I do believe you’ll tell me what I want to hear
You’ll tell me anything to keep me near

That’s how you loop me round and round
I will still stand tall though claim knocked down
And If you loop me into sound
I am found

That’s how you loop me
That’s how you groove me
And how you keep me and you lose me
You loop me
And it goes on and on and on...

Montreal
 
I think I love to watch you laughing
In fact I love to watch you do anything
And yes I do feel this thing happening
But you’ll have to excuse me girl
'Cause my taxi’s waiting
Although I do

Yes I do
I love you in my own twisted ways

One day God walked on old Mount Royal
Just to dream up the human form
Threw stones and cans and comic books in a kettle
And you came out like a shining goddess heavy metal
Say it’s just too bad some hearts don’t settle
And the pipes are leaking and you feel like leaving
Yeah, we heard this one before
I said, “Dear God, buddy, now don’t you meddle”
'Cause I’ve got my own little twisted ways of showing you that I do

Yes I do
I love you in my own twisted ways

And sing it
Like we used to sing

See Kermit the Frog was one day daydreaming
Thinking about himself at a red light
With that it-ain’t-easy-being-greenin'
And the cars behind him kept honking and honking
And Kermit’s last words as he flipped the bird
Was, “Damn you Muppets just keep on taking!”
See I’ve got my own things now so stop tooting
I do my lily pad jumping
Miss Piggy bumping
Lotta Miss Piggys and that’s all good
And I’m gonna turn this red light
Into a block party
So we can get down in basics of what?

Rainbow connecting

Yes I do
I love you in my own twisted ways

Bv3
 
The beat keep on
And it keep on pumpin'
All the Bran Clan now start the house bumpin'

And the beat keeps on

Discosis
 
Go
Ain’t no party like a Bran Van party
'Cause a Bran Van party don’t stop
It don't stop
Don't quit

Yeah
I'd like to put it down baby
Bran Van three gee
Now feel me

I make it hot in New York streets
Who draws heat
While you talk sweet
C'mon
Blaze through invading the path
Put it down tight get paid in cash
Been in the game a decade and a half
Superfly style
Yet related to Shaft
Sippin’ me slow
Girls give me dough
You know one smoother than this
Let me know

Not stressing that little piece of fame
Y'all know who's most critically acclaimed
Your majesty, naturally
Get it all in a large capacity
Rather makin' you smile
Or bring it crucial
I'm gonna live 'til I die in the year three thou'
C'mon

Yo, I don't think they heard me

I ball hard
Any night
Cruise through your town
City lights
As for my game
It be tight
Message to you
Livin’ life
Nothing to prove
But something to make
Cutting the cake
Put it in your oven to bake
The rule of the game is
'bout the benjamins
And there ain't no need to guess
Who's got the winning hand
K to the A
N to the E
Player of the day
Then you'll agree
No one does it better
In the pimp game
I'm the trendsetter

Everybody knows
The prognosis
Is Discosis
Don't step on my Ghepetto’s
Pinocchio has got a broken nose
So watch your back bushwacker
You can't deal with the greatest cracker
Everybody knows
The prognosis
Is Discosis

Go shoppin'
 
Follow me go shopping
Me go shopping
Gonna follow me go shopping
Then me go shopping with you

Brooklyn and Bronx - LA to Manhattan
L.A. we go dance
And then we go shopping
On Saturdays I took her out
To the supermarket
Food is in the trolley
And roses in the basket
I remember when I used to walk it
It's impossible to carry water in a basket

Follow me go shopping
Me go shopping
Gonna follow me go shopping
Then me go shopping with you

And now I love her so much
She was smooth and never rough
She use her tongue like a paint brush

Then we go shopping

Her name was Mary Mitten
Soft like a kitten
The diamond that she wore
Makes my eye glisten
I told her not to kiss him
But she wouldn't listen
On my back she bit and
On her chest my name written
Just below her nipple
Her stomach filled with ripple

And follow me go shopping
Me go shopping
Gonna follow me go shopping
Then me go shopping with you

More shopping
 
Momus :
Moloch passed the message to the Behemoth
Whose master passed it on to Zebedee
It was sent by Internet, by obscure protocols
To its recipient, the delicious Miss Gee

Miss Gee :
It was early afternoon when your message came
I was slumped under the table, slightly cold
I didn't have a single stitch of clothing on
I was trembling but my trembling was controlled

I really can't recall who I was meant to be that day
I'm an actress, I play so many roles
But the script required Miss Gee
That's who I was meant to be
And I was just about to pick out her clothes

Momus :
When a crumpled paper ball
Hit the floor beside you
It made no sense at all
It said:

Both :
Bandy biwa krishnamurti
Pilgrim snorkel meat
Ipsum lorem dolor sit amet
Unix at the portal
Body type by Letraset
Here at the Epoch let us forget

Momus :
Grip my head and feel my pain
Imagine I'm the king of Spain
Imagine I'm a weapon in your sheath

East is East and West is West
New York City to Dunsinane

Miss Gee :
Polly Peachum creaming her McHeath

Momus :
In the sturgeon caviar
In the virgin Mr McPherson
In the rain the cloud
And in the cloud the rain

Green tea ice cream, wind dried duck
Did you ever meet a person hot to

Momus :
Forget it! Shower in my shower
I'll soap you back and front
Take me by the hand and lead it to your

Miss Gee :
Country cousins, kissing by the bridge
A babbling brook and a choc-a-bloc fridge
My favourite restaurant is Yo Below
So when we go, slip under the table and begin to

Momus :
Blow me down, gyoza, my favourite snack
Dip it in the soy sauce, slip it up your

Miss Gee :
Crack goes the whip boys, crack kiss crack
Miss Gee has a whip and she'll stick it in your

Momus :
Ask no questions, I'll tell you no lies
It isn't exclusively all about size
But did you ever see a rock star doing up his

Miss Gee :
Flies are a nuisance, bees are worse
If you owe a girl money, put it in her

Momus :
Purse my lips, touch me there with a feather
Better take an umbrella, what terrible weather

Miss Gee :
Or we might get wet
And we wouldn't want that
Would we

Momus :
By many names I've been known
Gil Martin, also Don Van Vliet
Giovanni, Mantovani, Barry Manilow
I could go on

Miss Gee :
Please do

Momus :
Super lovers Jesus Christ
Coming once and coming twice
In a paper cup
In my hammock samovar
I'm a caballero erojiji
Gaugin eating out Tahiti
Near as damn it, no cigar
Very kimochi

The answer
 
Jesus Christ was a superstar
A pimpin' big daddy with a Lincoln Town Car
Drove it real fast with the fly-ass hos
Playing chicken with the devil for the greatest applause

First came the question
And then came the answer
And then came the ultimate question:
Are you happy?
Then the messiah, alright
Lost and found with the resurrection
And with tools of deep precision
With the schools of thought complexion
Teaching us the brain expansion
It got heavy, we started dancing

Bran van three grand
We don't have to make it
Complicated
Act like a man, boy
We don't have to make it
Complicated

I said come comma comma comma some more
Kick up the club floor, that’s what ya came for
Leave your big booty round at my front porch
And leave your big ugly frown back out the back door
Forget your big plans, your high ideals
'Cause it's a quicksand for the way you feel
When they put you down the river and they leave you squeal
Come on, squeal like a pig how the summer girl feels

We're leaving, leaving our machine this very evening
They're programming your head
So stop believing
No need to complicate, it's all illusion
Anyways, I feel the machine's got boring

Bran van three grand
We don't have to make it
Complicated
Act like a man, boy
We don't have to make it
Complicated

Hey Charlton Heston
Moses did alright without a handgun
If you're horny for god let Dizzy give some

I'm Dizzy D, no one the finer
The queen and king, from here to China
All the ladies love to give me the boom boom boom boom
Back to my room where it's hurry hurry hurry and wait
A bottle of crisp and a pasta plate
Kick up the love baby, down the hate
'Cause the bran van brothers do not complicate
Say hurry hurry hurry rush
You're moving so fast that you're out of touch
Money money money got your head in a mush
Now Bush has got the button, is he gonna push?
Well, some little joker got a dot-com deal
About Internet wiggers and keepin’ it real
You're sweatin' like a fool to put the gravy on your meal
And now you just found out you lost your sex appeal

Bran van three grand
We don't have to make it
Complicated
Act like a man, boy
We don't have to make it
Complicated

The answer...
(Can you take me higher?)
...is in the dancer.

Jean Leloup's Dirty Talk

Well that was fun
But I'm still horny
I think I'll maybe suck a ??? cock for a while

Bonjour, mon nom est Paul Extase
Pis j’suis avec les deux cochonnes
Alors toi, si toi tu t'ennuis là à la maison, là
Tu peux appeler si t'as envie de me parler
Pis faire du dirty talk, talk, talk, talk

Talk, talk, talk
Dirty, dirty talk
Dirty, dirty talk
Talk, talk

Bonjour, mon nom est Paul Extase
Pis j’suis avec les deux cochonnes
Dirty, dirty talk, talk, talk, talk

Oui, toi tu n'es pas crispé
Alors tu m'appelles
En fin de semaine on loue un chalet
On part à trois on fais ça à trois
Des fois on fait du sport ensemble
Pis là parcequ’on est fatigué
On fait ça à trois

Loaded
 
Find me
Find me
Wine me and dine me
Get fuckin' loaded
Party

I want to play guitar
And be a movie star
Be in the B-movies
And take off all my clothes
Who do you want me to be
Who do I wanna be
Who do you want me to be
Get fuckin' loaded

Party
Get fuckin' loaded

Mi numero di telefono
E le 2-7-8-7-8-2-7
Ciao bello ragazz o ciao
Get fuckin' loaded
And how's your money
Are you fuckin' loaded?
Party

Here I am
R-A-W
Put it down the way that I love to do
Verbally that's the best you can get
'Cause y'all come loaded with special effects
A big Benz so that you can floss with it
Ice style 'til your neck's frost-bit
Rocks for your medallion to shine
Dressed head to toe in Italian design
All night trying to ball right
Mack-a-docious, Loaded
Let your neck flow
With shots of X-O
From the first shelf
Don't hurt yourself
You know it's all quite funny to me
It really don't matter what money you see
'Cause while your wife's out dressed in Gucci
I can put your girl buck-naked in a Hootie

Speed
 
Take me with you
My soul is on

Get back with your heart attack

Can I ride your motorbike?
Karaoke nights by the sea
Bomber jacket hyperspace
Leather laced in 3D
Water’s crashing
Road keeps turning on

So hold on, hold on
Take me with you
My soul is on

Can I stay with you?
Make it easy for me
You are the most selfish kind
Nevermind what I need
Water’s crashing
Road keeps turning on and on and on

So hold on, hold on
Take me with you
My soul is on
Hold on, hold on

Sliup - Ummm - Crack
Goes the backscreen door
She wanted to go for coffee
But I sleep an hour more
See Mary dancing across the porch
She put her rolled up Ziggys in her rock and roll jersey
Jersey, she was born to run
She was the spirit of midnight
She was blinded by the light
She was holed up in jungleland
Straight up
The rock and roll big boss
Turnpike down by the river of desire
Just off Thunder Road
Where you catch her in the Tenth Avenue
Freeze out
She was lost in a flood
Mary, Queen of Arkansas
Dreaming of a Cadillac ranch with a hungry heart
But most of all she was born in the USA
Ashbury Park, New Jersey
Inner state babe
To be exact she was her own rock and roll video
Rolls Royce, low riding
Speed climbing, driving by the sea
Making mad love on other people's private property
While being on the run from the local law for unpaid parking tickets

Can I stay with you?
Make it easy for me

Are you a tramp like that?
Are you born to run?
If you's a tramp like that
C'mon, give me some
You like your guitars fat
You like your beach with bum
I never had no fun
C'mon, let me ride shotgun
'Cause I'm a tramp like that
Yeah, I'm a tramp like that
And I'm gonna give you so much
New Jersey girl
We gonna ride around
New Jersey girl
New Jersey girl, New Jersey sun

Bring it on
Hear me scream

How y'all feel out there?
I can't hold it back

Predictable

Everything’s up in the air again
Here we go again
I can’t pretend that
Time will bend for me
In the need to feel
So worthy

And like you say
I can change
They can fix me
Remix me
Seduce and abandon me
Build me like Tetris
Pile pieces around me
It’s so easy:
For once in your life
Just say I’m worthy

'Cause that I think that I can function
And walk around this town
In self-consumption
It's so easy

It’s so predictable to want to feel so beautiful

And I admit it is easy to sing to you
First, personally
Call it the need to only talk about me
Call it the need to feel
So what if our face is changing
My love for you is all-consuming
My working mind
From time to time, I need to shine
I am shining, designing
My reflection blinding you
I am shining

It’s so predictable to want to feel so beautiful

Dare I say
 
Hey Job
You sure got it figured out
She loves you so
At least that's what she said
And God took a toll
And showed you what it's all about
Oh, hey Job
You always do what you're told
You poor young fool
You should never listen
To what they preach
To keep you on a mission of hate
And, dare I say
Your brother's got a big mouth
And dare I say
So what

Do what you want
And make the fuckers pay
And don't waste your time
And sleep your life away
I always meant to tell you
I don't like you anyway
And dare I say
Dare I say

Quand arrive minuit et que la lune est belle
On voit alors dans le ciel arriver les morts-vivants
Ils sont vêtus de vieux oripeaux de miséreux
Usés par le temps et brisés par les ans

On les accueille avec joie:
Ils sont notre espérance,
Notre raison de vivre,
Notre source seule de jouissance...
Dis-moi, toi qui semblait avoir mille ans,
Raconte-moi comment c'est dans le ciel, comment...
Raconte-moi si les étoiles sont d'or
Raconte-moi, raconte-moi comment...

Do what you want
And make the fuckers pay
And don't waste your time
And sleep your life away
I always meant to tell you
I don't like you anyway
And dare I say
Dare I say

Ce n'est rien de tout cela
Fais comme "J'suis juste endormi
dans les bras d'une belle amie"
Tu te laisserais bercer
Comme un enfant nouveau-né
En pensant à sa têtée
En pensant à sa têtée

Do what you want
And make the fuckers pay
Boys and girls are different
In a certain kind of way
I always meant to tell you
That I wished you'd go away
And dare I say
Dare I say

Do what you want
And make the fuckers pay
And don't waste your time
And sleep your life away
I always meant to tell you
I don't like you anyway
And dare I say
Dare I say

Love cliché
 
You see I met her on a Monday
And her name was Chill
From the what-the-hell family's
Relation to free will
Yeah she circled my circumference
Said she had some time to kill
Been combing the beach for a beautiful freak
And I just might fight the fool
She said

Ooh, I think I'm liking you
Ooh, do you feel the same the way too?
I said, ooh, I think I do
I said, ooh, I think you're cute
I said, ooh, merci beaucoup
I said, ooh ooh
And maybe I'm calling you baby
And I might just say you're my love cliché

You're my love cliché
And I like it that way

So we fell in love that summer
Underneath the Star Wars sign
Drinking cases of each other
And guitar and April Wine
And we lay down in the alley
As the sunlight hit the pine
And talked of all things great
Like the rose of Gertrude Stein
And we fell in love that summer
But it lasted 18 weeks
Used to kiss her on the hummer
Now I kiss her on the cheek
And I vividly remember
In a moment of recline
When she whispered in my ear
"I think I like both kinds"

She said, ooh, I think I do
I said, ooh, I think you're cute
She said, ooh, merci beaucoup
I said, ooh ooh
And maybe I'm chasing Amy
And I might just say you're my love cliché

You're my love cliché
And I like it that way

I'm feeling love

So why don't you tell me what's great?

When the puck hits the net
At the Stanley Cup game
And Miles hits the notes
When he sketches out of Spain
And the wedding gets you high
From the perfect catering
And love makes you lie
Even though you bought the ring
And you screw with the
And the minor chord change
And the more things change
The more they stay the same
But I'm looking for your kind
Yeah I'll drive through the driving rain
'Cause what was so wrong
From the very beginning
That we would have to change

You're my love cliché
And I like it that way

And maybe I'm calling you baby
And I might just say you're my love cliché

I'm in love

Rock star
 
Inappropriate behaviour
Thinking distraction will be your saviour
This need seems never-ending
These nights seem all-pretending
The record's spins comfort me
Dreams locked in the record company

And all those things you said you'd never do
Watch them slowly catch up with you
So unrelenting
And you're unrepenting
Go to sleep as the sky turns blue
Simply running out of things to abuse

And I said, mama, gonna buy you out
I'm a rockstar now
I said, mama, gonna buy you out
I'm a rockstar now

You lead me down the road with maybe
Just some ego tripping with a lady
It seems I'm always waiting
Waiting for what?
And the laziness won't disappear
My indifference sets in out of fear
Mean ass spider, called her hairy
And she likes her webs big and scary
She'll never let go
Not as long as she's still spinning
But the irony just gets lost
'Cause no one cares who pays the cost

And I said, mama, gonna buy you out
I'm a rockstar now
I said, mama, gonna buy you out
I'm a rockstar now


Non Album Tracks

Forest

It's not my fault that you lost your way, 
Your insanity will prevail. 
It's not my fault that you lost your way, 
Your insanity will prevail. 
It's not my fault that you lost your way... 

Nous étions tous en voyage, quand un brouillard s'approche, 
C'est la forêt des regrets amers, des doutes sans rémissions, 
À gauche, une vielle femme me dit: 
- Ne faites jamais ce que je fis. 
- Qu'est-ce que vous fîtes? 
- Je ne fis rien, je ne dis rien de ma vie. 

Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on oublie, 
Y a-t-il quelque chose qu'on ne doit, 
Finirons-nous dans la forêt des regrets amères? 

Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on oublie, 
Y a-t-il quelque chose qu'on ne doit, 
Finirons-nous dans la forêt des regrets amères? 

Nous prenons le sentier vers la droite... 

En revenant de la forêt fidèle, 
J'ai vu venir un soir de mai. 

Nous passons à cheval devant le castel, 
Peut-être devrions nous arrêter, 
Mais les moines vont-ils s'insulter? 

J'ai repris la route de la rivière, 
J'ai repris le chemin battant. 
Elle m'a dit viens cette rivière, 
Et j'ai revu tous mes enfants. 

Nous étions tous en voyage, quand un brouillard s'approche, 
C'est la forêt des regrets amers, des doutes sans rémissions. 

Your insanity will prevail... 

Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on oublie, 
Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on ne doit, 
Finirons-nous dans la forêt des regrets amères? 

J'ai voyagé à travers tant, 
J'ai revu le troisième sang, 
Et j'ai repris l'âme guerrière, 
Et j'ai repris l'âme du combattant. 

Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on oublie, 
Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on ne doit, 
Finirons-nous dans la forêt des regrets amères? 

Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on oublie, 
Y a-t-il un meurtre qu'on ne doit, 
Finirons-nous dans la forêt des regrets amères? 

L'un d'entre nous décide de rebrousser son chemin, 
Il y a quelque part derrière lui un remord, 
finirais-je avec celui-ci quand je serai mort? 
Quand je serai mort, quand je serai mort! 
Me dirais-je: 

En revenant de la forêt fidèle, 
j'ai vue venir les oiseaux de mai. 
Ils m'ont dit que cette frontière, 
n'est pas plus loin que le premier soir d'été. 

Nous étions tous en voyage, 
quand cette aube s'approche. 
Disparaisse les fantomes du soir de mai, 
Mais je n'ai rien oublié. 

... 
Le vilebrequin de tes erreurs, 
Percera-t-il tes certitudes? 
Et l'illusion de ce bonheur, 
N'est-il seulement que l'habitude? 

Hardrockin' Cincinnati

Hardrock, 
Hardrock, 
Rock, rock the discotheque, 
Hardrock, 
Rock the discotheque, 
Rock the discotheque, 
Rock the disco, 
Rock the disco, 
Rock it, rock it, rock it. 

Hardrock. 

Favour today. 

Rock the disco, 
Rock the disco, 
Rock it, rock it, rock it. 
Hardrock. 

Tell him what a dreamhouse you and me are sharing, 
You will keep me in your heart my dear. 

Ceci n'est pas un chanson

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, 
But I think: 
All bondage, up yours! 

Yo, this is Bran Man giving a shout out to all the Paris suburbs, 
All the London hounds, all the New York hound dogs, 
And the NDG, misguided. You know it. 

Ceci n'est pas un retour aux années 70, 
Ceci n'est pas une chanson à répondre, 
Ceci n'est pas une declaration d'amour ratée 
Ceci n'est même pas une chanson. 

Ceci n'est pas une arbre à grimper, 
Ceci n'est pas un hommage a mon père, 
Ceci n'est pas ma raison d'être, tabarnak 
Ceci est une pomme, des nuages, deux pommes, mon visage. 

Was the night before New Year's Eve, 
I felt a curious desire for donuts, 
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Laval, 
Where she drank from a Tim Horton's promo cup. 
She read Paris Match by the toilet, 
Some crap on John Holiday, 
I tried desperately to avoid it, 
But that's when she looked my sorry-ass way. 

I say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways, 
I say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways. 

She said the space you stand in is not even space, 
And the music not even song, 
The sadness you see coming deep within me, 
Has been your sadness all along. 
So don't pretend to be so perfect, 
I'm quite content in my travelling gear. 
What you see is not just a coffee girl, 
In spite of the fact, of the fact, that I'm not even here. 

Sounds just like a foxfire. 

C'est en tournant les pages du plus récent Paris Match 
Que je me suis posé, proposé cette question: 
Pourquoi? 
Pourquoi? Trois points de suspension. 
Why not, ostie. 
Why not, ostie. 

And the snow fell like crushed aspirin, 
On that catholic holiday. 
She left me sideways like a crooked lawyer, 
Hungover as the one he played. 
So don't pretend like you are with me, 
Because I am thinking that there is no struggle, 
But you put me up, got me up from the fungle, 
'Cause there is no struggle in my sorry-ass way. 

I say goodbye to X8 
Say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways. 
I say goodbye to
I say goodbye to 

People fly X4

Johnny Go

Et les pièces sont vides à présent et je suis libre de mon temps
Faire un café fumer un joint me semble intelligent
La chose à faire en ce cas-là n'est pas prescrite par la loi
Ni par les Tables de la Foi 
Tu n'es pas ici des murs sont disparus tes nus tes photos 
et tes meubles rococo
J'arrive d'un endroit où j'ai senti l'absurde d'ici-bas dans un building où on voulait me trouer le dos

Take the money and go Johnny go...

Je mets la clé dans la serrure le bruit me semble un bruit de mort
Je sens une oppression qui vient du vide autour de moi
La nuit est noire et les immeubles me font penser à un immense
fantôme une menace qui me guette un froid dans l'enclos
Je me sens prisonnier d'un immense jeu de drapeaux 
je suis dans l'embarras aidez-moi

Take the money and go Johnny go...

Et j'ai vu le grand monde le petit et le gros
Survivre est une loi pour les rois de la riff
Attaque organisée des fuckés sur les ondes
Attaque organisée en 3 minutes 20 secondes
Je connais les pushers les plus drôles en ville
Et je connais aussi monsieur cigares Davidoff
Qui fume des barreaux de chaise à 60$ la pof

Mes amis, ameches, amigos and friends,
I'm pressing pause with the thought to send.
You see, I'm shaking up, breaking up a bet,
I'm the Bran Man cracking the dope of intellect,
With the fibre, to take you higher,
I'm swimming upstream from the downword spiral.
It's so weird...
You're sexist:
Right.
Peace out Mother Nature. Come up.
So if you're acting like life is a big commercial,
Stuffing your face until your tummy is full, full,
Wake up now, don't starve,
'Cause if you're sleeping I'm the wakeup call.
But who am I to holler?
I'm just rhyming for the dollar,
Staying retina on your wallet,
And your ring around the collar.
X, X marks the spot,
We cut our loses and we fuck up your market.
Well Bran Man comes correct,
A triple-decker high not to sound like heck,
I beckon: America unite,
And let your juices flow, As Liquid takes flight.

'Cause it's napalm for real that they have for the candy,
And every fucking day I'm told it's fine and fucking dandy,
So I'm watching 'em eat and then I'm watching 'em die,
So you can push a fucking button and let another child fly.
Cheetah comes as lightning,
Rolling, this thunder,
This microphone'll bury her,
From six feet under.
I'll step under like a lightning strike,
And I'll be smoothing everyday,
Always thinking, always liking.
So you're never gonna ease it,
For real you can't please him,
My finger on the mic and I'll be squeezing.

À vos marques, prêts, partez, allez go! 
Sur le tempo de Johnny Go 
Vêtue de mon kimono 
Rouge, couleur des billets qui te font voir la vie en rose 
J'ose sans regret me payer ta tête alors 
Bouge 
Bouge, alors cette fois 
Avant que tu quoi-que-ce-soit 
Car le guichet c'est moi 
Automatique je ne suis pas 
Je profite de l'argent 
Mais l'argent ne provient qu'à temps partiel 
Vis ta vie et économie 
L'asiatique pique ta curiosité 
Ne t'en fais pas 
Je ne veux point t'acheter 
Ta vraie richesse est intellectuelle 
Bla bla bla, dis bien ce que tu voudras 
La gravité sera plus forte que la mafia. 

L'arrivée des médicaments moins chers 
Soulage le consommateur français 
La princesse Diana accepte le divorce 
Les sept victimes additionnelles portent plainte un caca 
Un caca de danois fait tout un plat en cour 
L'homme au coeur mécanique a reçu son nouvel organe 
Avion abattu, Cuba accepte l'enquête 

Et les murs sont vides de ta douleur de tes couleurs et de ta parano 
Tu me manqueras mais moi je repars survivre ailleurs
Adieu je t'oublierai au détour de la vie car il faut tout d'abord 
survivre au ghetto
Je repars ma douleur pour moi seul je sais que tu ne seras plus là
Pour me soutenir au combat alors il fera trop froid 
C'est pourquoi
Je take the money et je go 

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