Beautiful Loser
J'zappe du coq à l'âne: du coquard de rihanna
Au geyser de mentos et coca light,
De canal en canal, d'ilan à youssouf fofana,
D'obama à la brasse de loana,
Deux nanas et leur "...".
(pourquoi j'matte ça? ça ne m'avance pas, ça va de soi!
Daft punk sur les dix doigts,
Miss amanda, le pe-ra et les francs cfa,
Une blondinette en coupé-décalé gwada,)
Un ninja, coupe afro, joue du nunchaku,
Les photos d'autopsie de tupac shakur.
Chaque jour, j'passe du morbide au futile,
Me perds dans un dédale d'images inutiles.
Une gamine empile des gobelets en pyramide,
J'me dis qu'elle est rapide et qu'mon temps j'dilapide.
Dans la tamise, on surfe à la dynamite, l'ami,
Pour avoir son quart d'heure de gloire comme andy l'a dit.
People, people, people, people...
Beautiful losers...
Sit up straight and listen,
Just too much information,
Please won't you let me be,
Is it my own choice, that it puzzles me so?
Stop! need to turn you off, yes it's time to go...
Calmness breeds imagination,
And silence ponctuates the sound,
It's a very numbing feeling as
Our pencils hit the ground,
The quiet fire of revolution,
Once again starts inside.
People, people, people, people...
Beautiful losers...
Une révolution sponsorisée par nokia;
La souffrance d'un etat dans le regard de neda,
Pardonnez-moi, si je ne m'attarde pas
Mais je préfère l'hélicoptère façon kâma-sùtra.
Amy sous crack, britney la boule à z,
Laure le boule à l'air, à l'aise, comme paris t'as vu la scène?
(j'ai la pupille carrée, les yeux injectés de sang
A force de fixer l'écran dans l'écran.
Je rentre dans les rangs, lentement, sans élan,
Égarant mon temps dans l'errance, plan sur plan.)
Truqué comme "portables et pop corn",
Yankee comme port d'armes et hot dog!
Ray-ban et top model, en pleine crise chausser les skis,
Banquable comme bruni tedeschi.
Peu d'esprit, juste du ness-bi,
De la vie une pale copie,
Une industrie qui balbutie,
Une industrie qui balbutie.
Beautiful Loser
Flipping from one thing to another: from Rihanna's black eye
To the Mentos and Diet Coke geyser,
From channel to channel, from Ilan to Youssouf Fofana,
From Obama to Loana's breaststroke,
Two chicks and their '...'.
(why am I watching this? It doesn't get me anywhere, obviously!
Daft Punk on the fingers,
Miss Amanda, the pera and the francs cfa,
A blonde girl in coupe-decale from Guadeloupe,)
A ninja, afro haircut, playing with nunchucks,
Autopsy photos of Tupac Shakur.
Every day, I go from morbid to trivial,
Get lost in a maze of useless images.
A girl stacking cups in a pyramid,
I think she's quick and I'm wasting my time.
In the Thames, we surf with dynamite, buddy,
To have our fifteen minutes of fame as Andy said.
People, people, people, people...
Beautiful losers...
Sit up straight and listen,
Just too much information,
Please won't you let me be,
Is it my own choice, that it puzzles me so?
Stop! need to turn you off, yes it's time to go...
Calmness breeds imagination,
And silence punctuates the sound,
It's a very numbing feeling as
Our pencils hit the ground,
The quiet fire of revolution,
Once again starts inside.
People, people, people, people...
Beautiful losers...
A revolution sponsored by Nokia;
The suffering of a state in Neda's eyes,
Forgive me if I don't dwell
But I prefer the helicopter Kama Sutra way.
Amy on crack, Britney with the magic 8 ball,
Laure with her butt out, comfortable, like Paris, did you see the scene?
(My pupils are square, eyes bloodshot
From staring at the screen within the screen.
I fall in line, slowly, without momentum,
Losing my time in wandering, plan after plan.)
Rigged like 'cell phones and popcorn',
Yankee like gun ports and hot dogs!
Ray-Ban and top model, in the midst of a crisis putting on skis,
Bankable like Bruni Tedeschi.
Little wit, just Ness-bi,
Life a pale copy,
An industry stuttering,
An industry stuttering.