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Matmatah — La Cerise
Album: La Cerise
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Released: 2007
Length: 3:33
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Et l'on serpente à la surface,
Négligeable bagatelle,
Candidate forcée à l'hécatombe perpétuelle,
Ouvrons la chasse aux mécréants qui n'ont jamais goûté l'opium,
Sensé faire de nous des hommes et des mères pour nos enfants,

Alors on brûle on brûle on brûle, on accumule autant d'émules,
De peuple en peuple, de ville en ville, pendant que les théocrates dealent.

Si Dieu existe ? Je n'en sais rien. Quel est le plus beau des jardins ?
Si par le plus grand des hasards tout ça existe, je ne veux pas le savoir.

Alors ne me fais pas croire que nous attend la bonne surprise,
J'ai autre chose à faire à voir dans cette vie de friandises,
Ne me laisse pas croire que nous attend la bonne surprise,
Et si jamais tout n'est pas noir, ce ne sera que la cerise.

Et l'on torture à la surface
Le corps, le sexe, la femme, la science
Et autres formes de connaissances trop dangereuses pour nos systèmes
Je refuse toute abstinence plutôt que de m'avouer vaincu
J'invoque ici l'immanence, la transcendance en temps voulu

Ignorants noyés sous la gnose
Prenez le ou non comme une fronde
Mais je ne ferais pas de vos névroses
Un modèle pour mon monde

Si Dieu existe, je n'en sais rien
Je ne péterais jamais plus haut
Que le Cul d'aucun de vos Saints
Si Dieu existe, rencard à l'échafaud

Alors ne me fais pas croire que nous attend la bonne surprise,
J'ai autre chose à faire à voir dans cette vie de friandises,
Comment pourrais-je boire ces paroles imbibées de bêtises ?
Pourquoi devrais-je donc m'en vouloir dans cette vie en terre soumise ?

N'attendons pas plus tard qu'aujourd'hui pour rafler la mise
Et si enfin tout n'est pas noir, ce ne sera que la cerise.
Ce ne sera que la cerise
Ce ne sera que la cerise
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Via Google translator:

And we meander on the surface
Negligible trifle,
Candidate forced to perpetual slaughter,
Let's open the hunt for disbelievers who have never tasted opium,
Supposed to make us men and mothers for our children,

So we burn we burn we burn, we accumulate so many emulators,
From people to people, from city to city, while the theocrats deal.

If God exists? I do not know. What is the most beautiful of gardens?
If by the greatest of luck all of this exists, I don't want to know.

So don't make me believe that the good surprise awaits us,
I have other things to do in this life of sweets,
Don't let me believe that the good surprise awaits us,
And if everything is not black, it will be only the cherry.

And we torture on the surface
The body, the sex, the woman, the science
And other forms of knowledge too dangerous for our systems
I refuse all abstinence rather than admit defeat
I invoke here immanence, transcendence in due time

Ignorant drowned in gnosis
Take it or not like a slingshot
But I wouldn't do your neuroses
A model for my world

If God exists, I don't know
I would never fart higher
That the ass of none of your Saints
If God exists, date to the scaffold

So don't make me believe that the good surprise awaits us,
I have other things to do in this life of sweets,
How could I drink these words soaked in nonsense?
So why should I blame myself in this life on submissive land?

Don't wait until today to grab the win
And if finally all is not black, it will be only the cherry.
It will only be the cherry
It will only be the cherry
 palad1 wrote:
Putain, Matmatah, vraiment?

Et Mickey 3D bientôt?

Beurk ! {#Headache}

PSD for the win. Most of you guys are lucky you don't understand the lyrics. 

 
yes, agree...  Not nice. Bill, the lyrics are terrible
Zero? Nah, even this is too much
Putain, Matmatah, vraiment?

Et Mickey 3D bientôt?

Beurk ! {#Headache}

PSD for the win. Most of you guys are lucky you don't understand the lyrics. 
No. Simply no.
Terrible.
 bendame wrote:


Don't even try french man. Tu es pathétique. :P
 

I've been looking at your song comments and you seem to use the word puke a lot. Is everything all right? BTW, you should use second person plural.
 stewliscious wrote:

c'est merde


 



C'est de la merde. Try learning it before writing it.
 funkyalfonso wrote:
Faites-le vous arreter.
 



Don't even try french man. Tu es pathétique. :P
Faites-le vous arreter.
 Poacher wrote:
OK. For a piece of music this is pretty acceptable. For a FRENCH piece of music this is outstanding. For that reason I am giving this a well deserved, garlic flavoured. . . 7.
 



For a coment, I give you a 1. Get your head out of your ass and open up to the world.
OK. For a piece of music this is pretty acceptable. For a FRENCH piece of music this is outstanding. For that reason I am giving this a well deserved, garlic flavoured. . . 7.

c'est merde


The original French lyrics, for those with a smattering of the langue. From a skimread, even with my rusty French, neither vocab or grammar is too difficult to understand, though the concepts are profonde, as you'd expect from French intellectuals. For vocab, try the excellent free Wordreference dictionary.

Et l'on serpente à la surface,
Négligeable bagatelle,
Candidate forcée à l'hécatombe perpétuelle,
Ouvrons la chasse aux mécréants qui n'ont jamais goûté l'opium,
Sensé faire de nous des hommes et des mères pour nos enfants,

Alors on brûle on brûle on brûle, on accumule autant d'émules,
De peuple en peuple, de ville en ville, pendant que les théocrates dealent.

Si Dieu existe ? Je n'en sais rien. Quel est le plus beau des jardins ?
Si par le plus grand des hasards tout ça existe, je ne veux pas le savoir.

Alors ne me fais pas croire que nous attend la bonne surprise,
J'ai autre chose à faire à voir dans cette vie de friandises,
Ne me laisse pas croire que nous attend la bonne surprise,
Et si jamais tout n'est pas noir, ce ne sera que la cerise.

Et l'on torture à la surface
Le corps, le sexe, la femme, la science
Et autres formes de connaissances trop dangereuses pour nos systèmes
Je refuse toute abstinence plutôt que de m'avouer vaincu
J'invoque ici l'immanence, la transcendance en temps voulu

Ignorants noyés sous la gnose
Prenez le ou non comme une fronde
Mais je ne ferais pas de vos névroses
Un modèle pour mon monde

Si Dieu existe, je n'en sais rien
Je ne péterais jamais plus haut
Que le Cul d'aucun de vos Saints
Si Dieu existe, rencard à l'échafaud

Alors ne me fais pas croire que nous attend la bonne surprise,
J'ai autre chose à faire à voir dans cette vie de friandises,
Comment pourrais-je boire ces paroles imbibées de bêtises ?
Pourquoi devrais-je donc m'en vouloir dans cette vie en terre soumise ?

N'attendons pas plus tard qu'aujourd'hui pour rafler la mise
Et si enfin tout n'est pas noir, ce ne sera que la cerise.
Ce ne sera que la cerise
Ce ne sera que la cerise
 I'll take your word for it :-  Merci ! haretic wrote:
I copied a Google translation of the lyrics below. Interesting stuff, seems a little dark, if I understand the gist of it. Good sound!

And it
winds on the surface,
Negligible trifle
Candidate forced the slaughter perpetual
Open hunting unbelievers who have never tasted opium,
Supposed to make us men and for our children, mothers,

So we burn we burn we burn, we accumulate so many imitators,
From people to people, from city to city, while the theocrats dealent.

If God exists? I do not know. What is the most beautiful gardens?
If by the merest chance all that exists, I do not want to know.

So do not make me believe that we expected a pleasant surprise,
I have other things to do in this life to see candy,
Let me not think we expected a pleasant surprise,
And if everything is not black, that's just the icing.

And are tortured on the surface
The body, sex, women, science
And other forms of knowledge too dangerous for our systems
I reject any abstinence rather than admit defeat
I invoke here immanence, transcendence timely

Ignorant drowning in Gnosticism
Take it or not like a sling
But I would not do your neuroses
A model for my world

If God exists, I do not know
I never péterais above
The Cul None of your Saints
If God exists, date to the scaffold

So do not make me believe that we expected a pleasant surprise,
I have other things to do in this life to see candy,
How could I drink soaked nonsense words?
Why should I be angry with me in this life of earth made?

Do not expect later today to grab the set
And finally, if everything is not black, it will only be the icing.
It is only the icing
It is only the icing
 


I copied a Google translation of the lyrics below. Interesting stuff, seems a little dark, if I understand the gist of it. Good sound!

And it
winds on the surface,
Negligible trifle
Candidate forced the slaughter perpetual
Open hunting unbelievers who have never tasted opium,
Supposed to make us men and for our children, mothers,

So we burn we burn we burn, we accumulate so many imitators,
From people to people, from city to city, while the theocrats dealent.

If God exists? I do not know. What is the most beautiful gardens?
If by the merest chance all that exists, I do not want to know.

So do not make me believe that we expected a pleasant surprise,
I have other things to do in this life to see candy,
Let me not think we expected a pleasant surprise,
And if everything is not black, that's just the icing.

And are tortured on the surface
The body, sex, women, science
And other forms of knowledge too dangerous for our systems
I reject any abstinence rather than admit defeat
I invoke here immanence, transcendence timely

Ignorant drowning in Gnosticism
Take it or not like a sling
But I would not do your neuroses
A model for my world

If God exists, I do not know
I never péterais above
The Cul None of your Saints
If God exists, date to the scaffold

So do not make me believe that we expected a pleasant surprise,
I have other things to do in this life to see candy,
How could I drink soaked nonsense words?
Why should I be angry with me in this life of earth made?

Do not expect later today to grab the set
And finally, if everything is not black, it will only be the icing.
It is only the icing
It is only the icing

 jpdribbler wrote:
Beaucoup nice! Je désire une translation, though...

 
wouldn't THAT be nice !
Quoting Pee Wee Herman: "Mer pleh beh pleh"
I have no idea what they're saying, but I'm really liking how this sounds.
Holy crap, Matmatah! Saw them and Zebda at Les Francofolies back in 1999. Time flies. I'd love to hear "Emma" here sometime. :)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvZyGp-LG4I God Gave Rock and Roll to you

(put it in the soul of everyone, except these guys)
Très bon.
Beaucoup nice! Je désire une translation, though...

Hall of Fame :) Merci RP ^^ my favorite Radio
Yes, what a (good) surprise... Matmatah is no longer listened in France, but still here :-)

 dlaumor wrote:
Matmatah !!! what a surprise, or not beacuse it is RP here...
 
{#Bananapiano}

Matmatah !!! what a surprise, or not because it is RP here...