Maison Folie Moulins
47/49 rue d'Arras
Lille
PERPLEX LYRICS
TURN ME OVER
Turn me over
things flat and folded take form
I see the voice in an object
It says
Turn me over
I’m getting hot
I’m burning
I’m getting too hot on one side
I think it might
still be true
What I beleived when I was two
Look at this
Does it speak to you?
Does it whisper?
Does it sing?
Turn me over
I’m getting hot
I’m burning
I’m getting too hot on one side
Doors are for opening
Paper’s for screwing up in a ball and
throwing it in the trash can
Sizzling sausages in a frying pan
They say
Turn me over
I’m getting hot
I’m burning
I’m getting too hot on one side
WHERE ARE WE?
Where are we?
Did you see the last sign?
I think we’re lost
Do you know where that
green bean’s been?
These days do you know
what’s in a tomatoe?
Where are we?
Honestly
I just can’t figure it out.
Where are we?
Did you see the last sign?
Why can’t we go backwards?
Just for a change
I think we’re
Power is slipping sideways
I think we’re
Lost
Do you know where the empire ends
and you begin?
Be suspicious of your super market
Vegetables are looking pretty
fishy to me
Lets make the news
We refuse to be confused
Be aware a pear
is not what it used to be
I spy with my little eye
The pirates are coming
They want to get in
and under your skin
They want to
Modify Life
DRY CLEAN
How do you feel in your dry clean dress?
Invite your freinds to tea at four o’clock sharp.
A business woman’s very busy.
Tell me how do you keep so smart and fresh?
Poetry and pleasantry
You know the art of avoiding me
Telephone
Excuse me
Hello
Bla bla bla bla bla
bla bla bla
Keep the conversation floating.
Lets not disagree
Or you’ll go to your room and shut the door.
Dry clean
So dry and clean
So clean and dry
Why try to find a solution
if you haven’t got a problem?
The doorman will always be there
to hold out an umbrella in the rain.
Strange old freind
float a little longer in a big bubble.
Will it pop?
Never
trouble your clear complexion
rumple your fine clothes
Dry clean
So dry and clean
So clean and dry
CE QUE TU AS
Ce que tu as c’est pas c’que tu es
Ce que tu es c’est pas c’que tu as
Ce n’est parce que tu as que tu es
Ce n’est pas parce que tu es que tu as
Ce que tu es ce n’est pas dans ton passé
Ce que tu as vient pas de ton papa
Je brille
Je ne brule pas
I shine not burn
FAUTEUIL
J’ai un fauteuil, tres comfortable
Dans mon fauteuil je m’endors
Mais dans la nuit la chaleur me reveille
Je bouge un peut
Et dans la première lumière
Il y a quelque chose qui me pique
Dans mon fauteuil je trouve une boucle d’oreille
Dans mon fauteuil
C’est a qui alors?
Earring in my armchair
Wonder how it got there?
MAMMA
Am I really a Mamma?
I’m in the motherland
Whoops I stepped over the border
Got to get it together
got to get my head around this
oh how do you do?
So pleased to meet you.
I think we’re going to get along just fine
Let me introduce the Mamma in me
Am I ready to meet the Mamma in me?
Am I really a Mamma
So many ways to screw up a child
All those mistakes that parents make
It’s the parents fault, it’s the Mamma’s fault
Every nastY person
has a parent who did something wrong
Cuckoo are you there?
The mother’s intuition
The motherly love taking position
in this new composition of me.
Am I really a Mamma
You are a stranger my dear.
You come from a strange place
And you don’t want us to colonise your space.
Oh my darling little stranger
Tell me where you come from tell me who you are
Or run off and leave me
You’re not mine my lovey
You just borrowed my belley
Run along now
