Charlotte Gainsbourg

"Out Of Touch" Please please please I'm calling for you my dear I hope you can understand I think it's time we changed our plan All this while we're trying to raise up money It's all that we really have It seems to me we've lost our touch Oh I h

I told you before that this is the end you'll never work in this town again jamais you think you know me, that's your trouble never fall in love with a body double jamais i stick to the script and i go with the plan and frankly my dear i never gave a

[ti:Heaven Can Wait(Live)] [ar:Charlotte Gainsbourg] [al:Stage Whisper] [offset:0] [00:17.59]She's sliding, she's sliding down to the depth of the world [00:24.59]She's fighting, she's fighting the urge to make a .... [00:31.10] [00:33.28]Heaven can

you say you fallen in love and can't let go there's only one thing i think you should know you've got to be strong when the cold as the day got to realize when there's nothing left to say good things come and go one day you will know you've got to le

In paradiscos We get bored with breaking windows Turning beggars into heroes Bodies moving innuendos In paradiscos We're confined to only pleasure Metal pin take a measure When you're a flame you'll burn forever And forever I'll burn an effigy out of

Melancholy aviation chocolate perfume cigarettes frequent flyer stow away dislocation sleeping jets wave goodbye feel homesick tranquilizers bill of fare cry easy dvt disapear into thin air chorus we wish you all a very happy pleasant flight this is

I've got a beauty mark Written on my skin Close to my heart My favourite part My beauty mark I keep it out of sight Safe from the world outside This old battle scar This secret part My beauty mark This little death This mark of sin Forever printed on

In The End Help me to see What it's all coming to Crumbs on the table And mud on these shoes Treading so long I can't see where we've been Tracks on the trail And nails digging in Who's to say it's all for the best in the end Some hands will rob you

Le Chat du Cafe des Artistes Quand on est mort c'est qu'on est mort Quand on ne rit plus c'est qu'on ne vit plus Quand j'aurai coupe la ficelle Mettez-moi dans une poubelle Laissez-moi faisander un mois Et de la jetez-moi au chat Qu'il refuse ma rate

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand I'm goin' down to shoot my ol' lady I caught her messin' 'round with another man Yeah, I'm goin' down to shoot my ol' lady now You know I c

In the playground Children sing their songs and skin their knees Play, little monsters, play I remember doing just the same so many years ago And the things they'd say I could handle sticks and stones But those words still break my bones Little monst

Last night I saw a ghost He seemed familiar to me I welcomed him with open arms He said my name And laid me down Awoke the dreams still sleeping in my bones You are my precious ghost I close my eyes to see I've touched you once again You spent the ni

My head is pounding, my mouth is dry My eyes are burning, oh I can see you lowering Pan de sal, Blanc Ménage Holy holy, tension turn me inside out Inside out, inside out Seraphim, please don't pull me down It's just a drowning man reaching for me now

I collect many things And keep them all close to me To the ceiling from the floor I'm tripping on them constantly Pixelated faces play On the blown out TV screen Footage from a camera, These days I'm fast-forwarding I see a pattern start to form Over

[ti:In the End(Live)] [ar:Charlotte Gainsbourg] [al:Stage Whisper] [offset:0] [00:00.34]In the End - Charlotte Gainsbourg [00:14.12]Help me to see [00:16.82]What it's all coming to [00:19.41] [00:20.44]Crumbs on the table [00:23.35]And mud on these s

Voyage Voyage au bout de la nuit Voyage au bout de la nuit Voyage au bout de la nuit Plumes sauvages Le mirage Kerozene Au gris gris Rattlesnake Cadillac Race humaine Espace vie Voyage au bout de la nuit ;We could go au bout du monde Till the end of

The city lights are beckoning Their sirens softly call All the fantasists and fetishist Are preparing the ball When you've been stuck here on the doorstep With nothing to forsake But you might as well be anyone's to take So I give myself to strangers

I want to explore you i'm gonna get under your skin so you can feel me running through your veins i want to examine every inch of your frame the pressure points that cause your joy and pain our love goes under the knife there is no room for doubt now

Train, train Come and gone My rum coco My cold empty Shake, shake Sugaree Don't come back again X X the eyes C. C. Rider riding On the morning tide To the fall horizon Sic, sic the wolves And hope it don't get ugly A trick pony He don't know me He do

Me And Jane Doe If I had my way I'd cross the desert to the sea Learn to speak in tongues something That makes sense to you and me I'd like to unplug the phone Sending messages with a mirror Stand on the old plateau With a satellite dish and Geronimo