LEWIS FUREY :
"The sky is falling"


(Canada : Aquarius, AQR-521, 1979) (France : RCA Saravah, RSL 1075, 1979)

Jacky Paradise (Jean-Michel Ribes & Lewis Furey / Lewis Furey)

no use lying in your lonely bed
dreaming 'bout the life you might have led
jacky hits the streets at midnight
jacky wants to play
wants to kiss you 'neath the lamplight
wants to take you all the way
jacky paradise, jacky paradise
watch now as jacky grabs his knife
cuts a slice, very nice
catch him if you can, catch him if you can baby
watch now
two tigers are coming to claim their man
on your guard gentlemen in your ivory tower
you who tightly hold the reins of power
on that little subject
could we make a rendez-vous
at the statue of liberty so jack
can shoot you with his twenty-two
jacky paradise, jacky paradise
watch now as jacky grabs his life
cuts a slice, very nice
catch him if you can, catch him if you can baby
watch now
two tigers are coming to claim their man


Waiting on you (Barrie Wexler & Lewis Furey / Lewis Furey)

all the boys lined up at your door
can't believe I'm coming round for more
waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you
lots of other girls look very sweet
but your my only one, my only conceit

waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you

your new bionics seem to wipe out my virility
your social theatrics have become a liability
your bedroom antics really try my versatility
all in all you're just a big responsibility
like a dog snarling over his bone
I want everyone to leave you alone

waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you

I'm so suspicious our relationship's competitive
you're acting vicious, think I need another seditive
we're so ambitious that the story is repetitive
what's so religious, honey, is it the head you give
nothing stops me coming round for more
I'm just another little boy at your door

waitin' waitin' waitin' on you
waitin' waitin' little else I can do
waiting on you


The sky is falling (Lewis Furey)

the sky is falling
the sky is falling
I'm outa luck
little red firetruck
stuck in the muck
I'm on the lam
elementally
I'm Tarazan
calculatedly
bound to please
just like anyother cherub
lined up down on his bended knees
I'm Oliver Twist
listen to me sir
I got a little list
I'm William Tell
take aim before me lies
heaven or hell
calculatedly
roped and tied
just like any other cow waiting
for the iron to seer his hide
I'm a little pin
watching the angels dancing
all over him
I'm a cup of tea
in the dregs of me
a prophesy
calculatedly
bound to die
the very telling of it
makes me feel kinda shy
calculatedly
bound to please
calculatedly bound to please


Pretty baby (Lewis Furey)

they're jumping from the windows
as they tumble down
they're trying to make friends
before they hit the ground
lulu's in his cabaret
bidding welcome to the crash
have another on the house
he's already rather smashed

pretty baby
what do you think I am
come on and muscle with me
you are such a pretty lamb
pretty baby
haven't you got the spirit
of a whore
you're fresh and I know
we do it just once
and you'll be back for more

the girl in silks and satins
wants it from a hunk
the boy in flannels and a blazer
wants to be a punk
in the shadow of the crash
all seems to say
"listen everything's for free
but wouldn't it be fun to pay"

pretty baby
what do you think I am
come on and muscle with me
you are such a pretty lamb
pretty baby
haven't you got the spirit
of a whore
you're fresh and I know
we do it just once
and you'll be back for more

you don't see pegasus
he's off to simpler things
he's gone to see a doctor
who claims he can remove his wings
the experts sit in new york city
they're waiting anxiously
don't knaw at your fingernails honeys
i'll take you dancing with me

pretty baby
what do you think I am
come on and muscle with me
you are such a pretty lamb
pretty baby
haven't you got the spirit
of a whore
you're fresh and I know
we do it just once
and you'll be back for more


Desire Machine (Lewis Furey, Lewis Furey & John Lissauer)

no more frisky nights on whisky
junk or pills
no panacea to cure our ills
the cup overflows
then the cup spills
church bells ring, the choirs sing
we stoke the fire
stacking heroes on the pire
lord of hosts
you found a buyer

could we rent another dream
put another slug
in the desire machine
could we rent another dream
it'd love another slug
it's a desire machine
could we rent another dream
desire machine

no cars parked outside the bars
everyone's at home
t.v. dinners by the telephone
talking with their favorite clone
who's got a hook for making book
on what's in store
hears that the prophesy is war
drag on your fag boys
and hit the floor

could we rent another dream
put another slug
in the desire machine
could we rent another dream
it'd love another slug
it's a desire machine
could we rent another dream
desire machine

you're dying, is that why you're crying
you're such a dear
with me baby you've got nothing to fear
die all you like
without a tear
there's a heaven waiting for all good lovers
and we've heard your plea
we know that's where you long to be
wrapped in some great mystery

could we rent another dream
put another slug
in the desire machine
could we rent another dream
it'd love another slug
it's a desire machine
could we rent another dream
desire machine


Circus melodie (Lewis Furey, Lewis Furey & John Lissauer)

a little rabbit and a little fox
woke up together inside a box
they'd painted themselves into
during the night
the rabbit nearly fainted in fright
the fox afraid his advantage unfair
didn't want to lick his lips and stare
didn't really want to gloat
so he pretended to sleep then he
ripped poor peter's throat

and a little monkey with a rusty tin can
perched on the shoulders of a weary old man
laughs at our troubles - our tragedy
the organ grinds a circus melodie

I try to eat you, you try to eat me
we're just as hungry as two lovers
can conceivably be
and here we lie side by side
hoping to see what the other's got to hide

and a little monkey with a rusty tin can
perched on the shoulders of a weary old man
laughs at our troubles - our tragedy
the organ grinds a circus melodie

who is the one who strikes the first blow
who is the one who is first to go
who is the one who tallies the score
who is the one who always wants more
who is the ruler who is the tool
who plays the martyr who plays the fool
and here we lie side by side
hoping to see what the other's got to hide

and a little monkey with a rusty tin can
perched on the shoulders of a weary old man
laughs at our troubles - jumps up in bliss
the organ grinder blows us a great big kiss


Song to Lorca (Lewis Furey)

Lorca, Lorca lie with me again
again I'll be gentle, again
I won't try to pretend to a style
but I'll let you insist
in your search for the impossible heart
just precisely what I can't resist

my life has centered around our bed
everything enters this circle is fed
and it's here that I'm getting
my finest stuff
like any poor bastard who is a survivor
I'm happy enough

you make me feel romantic
you make me feel demure
you make me feel deliciously insecure

you spin me round like some crazy top
'till you taste our complicity then stopping
you turn and you aim your cunt
toward some larger context
saying "look now what I can do
with just the tiniest fiber of my sex"

Lorca, Lorca lie with me again
again I'll be gentle, again
I won't try to defend myself
but I'll always love you
the pulse of your blood is my heartbeat
my muscles are crying for you

you make me feel romantic
you make me feel demure
you make me feel deliciously insecure


Thieves(Lewis Furey)

dressed up in black my gloves skin tight
out for a scam on a friday night
I'm an unofficial king with an invisible crown
who can make his entree all over town
with a piece in my pocket and the cops on the take
a life of crime's an easy shake
that's how I like it, don't like close shaves
there's nothing dumber than feeling brave

thieves like us got a beast to feed
all we ever take's what we need
thieves like us got a beast to flaunt
all we ever take's what we want

I found a mansion was through the fat
and at the safe in seconds flat
went hard to work on the combination
when I suddenly felt the strangest sensation
like a diamond under a jeweller's glass
I was being appraised, I was being class-
ified, turned to meet my destiny...
a thief in black who looked just like me

thieves like us got a beast to feed
all we ever take's what we need
thieves like us got a beast to flaunt
all we ever take's what we want

we made a deal, as a kinda token
we split the take, not a word was spoken
she seemed to redefine the night
her body glowed in the pale moonlight
well in the morning I couldn't see
all that remained enshrined in me
was her beauty, she said "beauty's all that's real"
as she led me out that night to steal

thieves like us got a beast to feed
all we ever take's what we need
thieves like us got a beast to flaunt
all we ever take's what we want

she led me like a hoodwinked hawk
we laughed and kissed as we took stock
a bracelet, a watch, a precious ring
her voice described each lovely thing
she said - everyday I'm gonna sing to you
a song for lovers whose hearts are true -
well the morning came I couldn't hear a sound
couldn't hear my foot as it hit the ground

thieves like us got a beast to feed
all we ever take's what we need
thieves like us got a beast to flaunt
all we ever take's what we want

though I was deaf though I was blind
of all the riches I could find
our life together was worth it all
she had me pinned up to the wall
smell and taste were next in line
she got them my passion refined
itself, she said "baby if you count up the score
you'll find the winner in love will be the one who loves more"

thieves like us got a beast to feed
all we ever take's what we need
thieves like us got a beast to flaunt
all we ever take's what we want

with the next night came the biggest plum
but I stayed behind not to be cumbersome
I invoked my assassin from my lonely bed
I addressed myself to the feel of her head
on my shoulder, I want it there
on my sex I want the silk of her hair
my victorious queen was home with the dawn
and we loved with a passion till my senses were gone

you ask me where's that girl today
well we're still thieves and she pays the way
though she stole my senses bit by bit
like a master thief was on her heart that I hit

got a beast that knows no shame


Big casino (Lewis Furey)

I've known a lot of girls
who look a lot like you
and the same old things
are happening to them
as are happening to you

their men say be still now
be silent and thrill now
as they try to ram it
smack into something inanimate

sure a lot of boys
talk a lot like me
but the finest chalice
forms at my lips
honey put my cup to your lips

everyone wants to get hit
come with me an you'll get hit
I'll hit you little darling
it's the big casino for you
little darling

I've known a lot of girls
who fight as brave as you
they pass through the same old
crises as you
and they die the same deaths as you

your goats crusade goes on and on
onwards to babylon
the great whore in her mayhem
awaits each brilliant, perfect
glittering gem

I've known a lot of girls
who look a lot like you
known a lot of girls who fight as brave as you
known a lot of girls
who walk a lot like
known a lot of girls
who talk a lot like
known a lot of girls
who fuck a lot like you


Ordinary guy (Mouffe, Pierre Nadeau & Robert Charlebois, adaptation en anglais de Lewis Furey)

I'm just an ordinary guy
sometimes I like to let the time slip by
sniffing coke maybe getting a little high
watching the sun in my baby's eye
but sleeping dogs aren't left to lie
these days they want pop singers to fly

they tell me that I should play some kind of crazy king
I'm twenty-seven, I'm wondering what is this sting
all around me I hear a continual ring
It feels a little better when I sing
but what a dangerous game this thing
the more you give the more you're expected to bring

I make my scenes, this has got to be where I belong
I like it when the buzz comes loud and strong
I can play on my piano I can even play it wrong
I'm not really looking to see if the cheers last long
I'm not some kind of clown for a faceless throne
my life is poetry my life is song

when it's over, when I've turned into
a thing of longings an lusts, when I've had my due
that's the time I'll lay back and see if it was really true
was I some kind of monster in this zoo
I'll watch someone prettier, crazier, somebody new
who can make you dance your boogaloo

until then babies dance, dance with me
dance, would you dance with me, dance


Merci à Joren P. pour la transcription des images en texte.


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