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Polie Pardon’s love for language and lyrics and songs is endless. Sometimes limitless.
Some nice people delicately warned Polie Pardon that there is such a thing as too much information. One does not read a site. One no longer scrolls. Scrolling is rather old school. In a bad way. Nowadays, one swipes. A website needs focus.
Ok.
Just for old times sake, scroll away to find out about Polie Pardon’s lyrics.
Polie Pardon’s Lyrics
To Polie Pardon language is a playing field. With Polie as the biggest little kid around.
In these moments where words seem lacking and emotions are in abundance, Polie invents words, steels phrases and hashes expressions. Polie recycles, recreates and recovers.
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“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist when we grow up.”
“If there were only one truth, you couldn't paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.”
“Bad artists copy. Good artists steel.”
— All quotes by Pablo Picasso
About a song called … La Grande Dame
The words came to Polie in the aftermath of the fire of Notre Dame in Paris on 15 April 2019. Struck and stung by all the big gestures, the big words and the big bucks that kept on rolling. Overflowing. A sad comparison came to mind: the fire of Grenfell Tower in London, on 14 June 2017, an appartement building, home to 127 families, 72 people died ...
Not in the mood for a protest song of sorts? Quiz your (musical) mind and find all references.
La grande dame
I'm on my knees
Not humble by a stumble
I've got that big burn
Of shame shame shame
Il faut choisir l'amour
Toujours l'amour
L'envers c'est l'enfer
Polie demande pardon
Le feu, mon dieu, c'est la folie
La folie, madame, c'est nous
Putain, putain, c'est vachement malsain
Nous sommes tous des (vrais) crétins
Madame la grande dame
Madame en flamme
Madame enflammée
Je suis enragée
Sainte Marie
Mère de dieu
Priez pour nous
Pauvres chrétiens
Mother of god
I must make this stand
We were not so grand
At Grenfell Tower
Chorus - Choeur
Mother of god
Pray for us sinners
We're absolute beginners
In a world full of winners
Quelle vie de merde
Quelle vie de chiens
No dog would survive
This dog eat dog life
Le feu, mon dieu, c'est la folie
La folie, madame, c'est nous
Putain, putain, c'est vachement malsain
Nous sommes tous des (vrais) crétins
Madame la grande dame
Madame en flamme
Madame enflammée
Je suis … désolée
About a song called … For The Roses
For The Roses is one of the four songs we’ve recorded so far.
Short and (bitter) sweet. A song about a sleeping beauty, believing that, if she just loves enough, she can turn the frog.
Not in the mood for a love song of sorts? Quiz your (musical) mind and find all references.
For the Roses
While his guitar gently weeps
She sweeps, she sweeps the floor
Dreaming of being swept off her feet
Sweeping the floor, dreaming some more
She keeps looking out for love
Sweet sweet love
Singing her chorus, like a siren call
Her kingdom for a horse, above all, a horse
And how she wants to ride, ride the white horse
And how love is the drug, and she needs to score
Hey sleeping beauty wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
Your prince awaits his coffee and bacon
So wake up, get up and make’m
Hey sleeping beauty wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
While his guitar gently weeps of love
Get up, stand up, stand up for your love
And how she wants to ride, ride the white horse
And how love is the drug, and she needs to score
Truth to the story, matter of fact
There’s no fairness to the fairytale
Truth be told, lo and behold
Ready or not, happy or not
It all just ends
Hey sleeping beauty, wake up, wake up
Wake up and smell the roses