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Les Savy Fav
Les Savy Fav




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Les Savy Fav Album



07/01/1997
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(french)
Bonjour et merci, nous vous remercions de votre attention.
Nous espérons que notre musique en vaut le coup.
Ces chansons ont été enregistrées durant la semaine après la st valentin 1997, à ??room,
Williamsburgh, Brooklyn, NY, États-Unis d’Amérique.
Asseyez-vous s’il vous plaît, posez vos mains sur vos genoux et fermez les yeux.
Les Savy Fav vont bientôt commencer.
Au fond de chaque perle vous trouverez une chanson. Ils les composent facilement avec passion; ils sont sérieux, mais ils savent s’amuser aussi.
Les Savy Fav sont merveilleux, ils me prennent la tête, ils me touchent partout…Je n’en peux plus. Assis ici ils me demandent trop; ils vous demandent trop. Allez-vous résister?
Ne résistez pas.
Écoutez le son de votre corps pendant le disque, les Savy Fav vont commencer, enfin. Lyrics

(translation)
Hello and thank you, we thank you for your attention.
We hope our music is worthwhile.
These songs have been recorded during the week after the Valentine’s Day, 1997, in ??room, Williamsburgh, Brooklyn, United States of America.
Sit down please, put your hands on your knees and close your eyes.
The Savy Fav will soon begin.
In the depths of each pearl you’ll find a song. They compose easily, with passion; they’re serious but they know having fun too.
The Savy Fav are wonderful, they take my head , they touch me everywhere…I can’t stand it any longer.
Sat here they ask me too much; they ask you too much. Will you resist?
Just don’t.
Listen to the sound of your body during the record, les savy fav are gonna start, at last.


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Attention, Attention, Attention, Attention
Are you ready to go?

This is the war of love
Decorate the chamber of love
Prepare the cannon of Love
This is Les Savy Fav's victory

Who here wants to hug?

(with a French accent)
The captain is a million miles in outer space
His ship is headed toward the sun
The first mate knocks at the door
No Response
Something is wrong
they are headed toward the sun
Something is wrong

(sung normal)
S.O.S., S.O.S.
LyricsOur captain has abandon us.
S.O.S., S.O.S., S.O.S., S.O.S.

Long live the meddling malcontent
Capital, Capital, I understand, Underscore
Period. Period. Cities and Citadels
I'm hooked on the solo I'm hooked on the gramophone

The Captain goes down with his ship.

Long live the meddling malcontent
Capital, Capital, I understand, Underscore
Period. Period. Cities and Citadels
I'm hooked on the solo I'm hooked on the gramophone
I'm hooked on the solo I'm hooked on the gramophone

The captain goes down with his ship


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I am the doctor
with the condition
I am the patient
and the physician
I give myself the scalpel
and make the first incision
I look inside the cut
and make the last decision

We've got to cut it out

I'm taking off my pants
I'm putting on my gloves
I'm gonna heal myself
Cos I'm the one I love

I'll take a shot in the ass
I'll take a shot in the arm
I'll take a shot in the back
I'll take a shot in the heart

Hold on ...
It's ok ...
If we can keep the pace
Then we'll raise the stakes

. . .


Sisters of Mercy-
I'm afraid we're gonna have to go over your head.
Cheap plastics, elastics;
We smoke at least a pack a day.

Every song is a Schweppes commercial;
All the kids charge over the hill.
I take my parents for granted.
I fear I've had my fill.

Hey! Wait!
You rock it, we rock it!
You want it, we got it!

And the father of the bride
Almost laughed and almost cried
When he heard the crazy way
That his son-in-law had died.
Everyone is going to sneak out.
The escape pods don't make a sound.
Everyone takes off from the ground.

Plug it in,
Turn it on,
Charge it up,
Let it fly.

. . .


I've got a feeling,
That special feeling.
I've got no feeling,
That so so feeling.

Noble monsters turn to parakeets and pigeons.
Tyrannosaurus Rex turns into a chicken.
They shrink back down to size,
Grow wings and learn how to fly.

We never cheat but we always get caught.
The fastest swimmers never learn how to walk.
I've got a theory things are going to work out.
I've got a feeling that I don't know what I'm taking about.

Magic perfume box
Knows the way to get
From point A to B
So subtly.
So suddenly
She's next to me.
I've got a feeling
That oh shit feeling.

. . .


Where is all the love?
It's been washed out by the flood.
All the kids wear street clothes
On the first Monday of the month.
And the principal will moan
When she sees how much I've grown.
After 7 years
They stamp our ears
And send us on our own.

He folded like a flag,
He folded like a scout.
He put it in a bag (yeah)
And never took it out.
He never had a chance
Because he never took a breath.
He tried to hold his ground
And got washed out like the rest.

Daddy hold my hand,
We're on unstable land.
This plane is going to land
In the middle of the ocean.

L-E-S-S-A-V-Y-F-A-V

Put your hands across your chest,
Put the seat around your neck,
Put your head between your knees
And take a last breath.

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sad story, second chapter
where the miser lost it all
dressed in rags, colour purple
big man took a great big fall
for what

skips work and gets fired
got sort of back to where he was before
red faced and red handed
he got caught when he went for more
you scratched that
now you'll have to put it back
hang up fast
because the line's been tapped

in the kitchen, washing dishes
don't you ever, ever say my name
if you wanna front, front, front, front, front, front, front
then don't turn away
hell no
there's only one way out
Lyricswhen our hands touch, underwater
i'm as sharp as broken glass
hell no
there's only one way out

hell no
there's only one way out

secret message never found
in a loaded cage on the way down
back at home the sacred sisters all play like the king of come clean
back at home the scared sisters cannot laugh because they're alone

obligations are so passe
obligations are so passe
obligations cast away
je t'aime
je t'aime
je t'aime


. . .


Baby's teeth like polished seeds.
I clean out all their cavities.
Baby's teeth strung out on beads.
I give them away on Mother's Day.

Out! Get out! Out, out! Get out!
Parents are nothing but trouble.
Trouble is nothing but headaches.
Headaches are nothing but mental.

Hey, girl, what's that sound?
We can shake big buildings down.
Shake it baby.
Shake it on down.

. . .



He's a bad mother fucker,
16 pairs of shoes
In a closet 6 feet deep,
And 6 feet wide and 6 feet high.

Blackouts on Thursday!
Total blackouts are where it's at.
I'm going back to high school
Where I can make out like a cat.

It's a shake down.
A mental breakdown,
Is this a take down?
We're gonna make out.

The band sort of sucks,
But the audience sucks too much.
I'm going back to high school,
Where the audience plays rough.

It's a shake down.
LyricsA mental breakdown,
Is this a take down?
We're gonna make out.

(Meet me in the parlor,
I'll stuff you full of snuff.
Meet me on the bearskin rug,
You love this sexy stuff.
Gibb, Syd, Seth, Pat, Tim:
Let's do it!)

I got myself elected,
I got myself rejected,
I'm gonna run again.


. . .


False starts overlooked;
I don't mind until the finish line.
This Saint Sebastian's blushing bride,
Her eyes are closed but her mouth is opened wide.

Synapses explode but we still miss the mother lode.
Don't go to school.
Just play it cool.
Just let go.
Just disco.
Just burn the boom box every night.

The trip fell through.
Everybody fell down.
Caviar hors d'oeuvres left out to turn brown.
The strip club closed and everybody went home.
Nobody told no one that they felt so alone.

Whiplash betrothed to the cop in the centerfold...
We burn the boom box every night.

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