WINDOWS ARE CHAMELEONS

by JESUS CHRIST FASHION BARBE

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FINGER IS ON

Take your bible off my hand
I take him home
Sweety, (we)gather you took my head
I'll take him out

Trick my idle voice
My finger is on
Read you, hope, and make it
My finger is on

Take my feelings of my head
I take in on
Fix my arms and break my hands
I fake enough

Trick my idle voice
My finger is on
Read you, hope, and make it
My finger is on

I don't want to play
I can't find a way, awake
I am not to blame
I know we were born, away

Take my hand we'll cross the land
And take me home
Royalties kill my dreams
I fuck it all

Trick my idle voice
My finger is on
Read you,hope, and make it
My finger is on


WINDOWS ARE CHAMELEONS

You wake up at the sparrow's fart and the pavements watch you yawn
The colour of the city blurs as you leave your sleep
You notice that the place is dark it's not your idea of the dawn
It's just a poor display of shades empty as a sky

Yawn, until the day is gone

The windows are cameleons imitating what's behind
You can't pretend it's really there when you chase your dream

Convenient morning start
I don't want nothing to do with your pain
I would rather run over

Anyway the combat will just make it strange
I don't want to fight now my friends
Better dream away

Switch the radio
Sit against a hill n' wait

Kitten in the eye
See the world above

Greeting your outstanding flow
I don't want nothing to do with your pain
I don't want to take the time

In the water the most precious stones sink


AMY WINEHOUSE

Hurt and lonely
But not about to compromise
Working class proud
At the wheel of his cab
Amy, father
Likes to think that you're alright
Mother wonders
What you would sing in rehab

She keeps hearing the radio voice
It's her daughter touching the fans
I'm stranded in a silent crowd
A straightforward tear kisses my hand

Kids in a row
Mother has a child to grieve
Need for no one
Even in this state of shock
You grew your hair high
So you could hide underneath
And use your music
For matters of sincerity

You're cornered in a TV show
You're questioned by sad heart-takers
How it feels to be jesus ?
Your fatalist smile shows you don't care

Broken old boy clings to what he had
Before the homocide
Took his baby.

I don't even know your music that much
Take this as it comes, Amy Winehouse


90'S

Straight time in irish rumour
Freak shines above her
Get out! you stole her glory

She's nailed, innocent child
Sweety as nature
Empty valium boxes

Feeding time, keep on turning
They are bound, we exploded

Keep calm or loose a man
Combat is over
He comes she's still in bed

Dream place is glad and silent
Sunshine above her
Tender and precious smile

Feeding time, keep on turning
They are bound, we exploded


PRAISE THE CITY

Doors open surprised
To see your face
Old dirty hero

You're out on the street
Begging for bribes
In your deskaise

Dog there isn't much
Behind the mask
Only a window

Don't tell me it's fun
What you arise
Is rather sad

Look i see no friend
Your empty life
Chased them away

You're not even free
Behind the mask
I see no trace
No symbol of any libido

Once when you were young
It could have worked under make up
But it wasn't true it wasn't you you were outside
Vomiting your soul to gentle skins
Under a tear under a stare not understanding

Drink your wine
Soak your words into oblivion
Ruin your mind you can talk about the rain
God has died now it's time for celebration
Free and blind
We'll be dancing round the walls


DIVER

Your hands detain of limits a key really not far
A key we sent a diver to hide

On the ocean floor
And we drink the water
Now it's a meadow
It's easyer to find her
A place inside the frame
Any company
Living with the tide

The cage had wings
We thought it was an agreeable leveling of freedom
We step inside we laugh at our own naïvety
Share the night and shivers

On the ocean floor
And we drink the water
Now it's a meadow
It's easyer to find her
A place inside the frame
Any company
Living with the tide

Come close to hidden dreamers
photography memory
You can tell the end is far as you see it's picture

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released 02 June 2014

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JESUS CHRIST FASHION BARBE Caen

Frontaux et intenses : voilà ce qu'on pouvait dire des Jesus Christ Fashion Barbe à leurs débuts. 4 ans après sa création, le groupe a passé un cap, celui de l'ouverture et du renouveau. Le trio est devenu quatuor à l'automne 2013.
Sur Windows Are Chameleons, sorti chez Platinum Records les accords ne sont plus passés en force : les arrangements bifurquent, en lacets, on s'y égare bien volontiers
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