Hocus Pocus "Beautiful Losers" paroles

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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 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...

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.

I jump from one show to another: from Rihanna’s blackeyes
To the spray of Mentos and diet Coke
From channel to channel, from Ilan to Youssouf Fofana
From Obama in the embrace of Loana
Two girls and their “…” *1*
Why do I check it out? It doesn’t help me, that goes without saying!
Daft Punk on someone’s ten fingers *2*
Miss Amanda, the rap and the CFA francs, *3*
A young blonde girl in coupé-décalé Gwada, *4*
A ninja with an afro playing with nunchucks, *5*
Photos from Tupac Shakur’s autopsy.
Each day, I go from morbid to frivolous
I lose myself in a labyrinth of useless images
A girl stacking cups into a pyramid *6*
I tell myself yes she is quick while I waste my time
In the Thames, we surf on dynamite, the friend *7*
Having its fifteen minutes of fame as Andy (Warhol) 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 the eyes of Neda *8*
Excuse me, if I don’t hang around
But I prefer the helicopter, Kama Sutra style.
Amy’s on crack, Britney’s head is shaved
Laure’s ass in the air, comfortable, like Paris (Hilton), have you seen the clip? *9*
I have a square pupil, bloodshot eyes
Have strength to fix the screen in the display
My gaze goes back in the lines, slowly, in no rush
squandering my time, wandering from one to another
Set up like “pop corn and cell phones” *10*
As Yankee as the right to bear arms and hotdogs

Ray-Ban and top model, in a crisis of putting on skis
Bankable like Bruni Tedeschi
In low spirits, just business,
A poor copy of life
An industry that stammers
An industry that stammers.