Andy Anderson: The Shape of Paris

I'm about to turn this race around See the love, no energy, something's screwed See the nine men living up in a tree I sent them through while the cops chased me See the team ain't for the weak They're the ones who escape my feet And I spent them in the most peculiar way Spent a week at Top of Mount Slept through stormy nights Spent a week below a bridge Slept through stormy nights out Live with ten boys circling a total peace No wonder we only spoke through our teeth Where's my baby? She's something sweet I walked six rides to school And I used to wait I used to rest at night Living in the basement of a house Pulled through the time Relics one woman had never forgot Let me touch them every day Return to their spot Oh, she was good to me Yeah, oh, yeah She was good to me Yeah, oh, yeah To me Something sweet To myself Well, I found me in a book About a boulder on a cliff To myself Well, where's my baby? She's something sweet Where's my baby? She's something sweet Up and down myself Up and down To myself Well, my baby She's something sweet Sweet to me Un air de fête Chante à tue-tête Ça ne met pas mon coeur en joie Un air de fête Que rien n'arrête Chante sans fin Qu'il voudrait bien Faire oublier mon chagrin J'aimerais chanter Une triste mélodie Pleurant mon grand bonheur en fruit Un air plein d'iffet Qui suffit Car tout est fini Un air de fête Que rien n'arrête On décrit joyeux Un ciel doux bleu Quand mon coeur est meureux