Lyrics:
The orchid tells a wicked tale
With every flower that she blooms
The jailhouse eats from a bitter pan
A cup of water and a plastic spoon
While Augustus sits with his favorite son
Going on and on about the fates and lore
While we trip on the fates at sunrise,
Bring good fortune to your door.
Chorus
Aupres de ma blonde, Qu’il fait bon
Fait bon, fait bon, fait bon
Aupres de ma blonde, Qu’il fait bon
Qu’il fait bon dormir, Aupres de ma blonde
Qu’il fait bon, Bon dormi
The men will work in the wood today
While the women will cut the earth
The good girl says with a gleam in her eye,
"You always get what you deserve"
"Push," said the man in his finest chair
With his ale made out of rain,
"If not for my wife I would be all right."
But the Goddess is not to blame.
Chorus
When I’m around my love
Life is good and I sleep good
Gone forever to the weeds that stood
And resist the stone in the understory
Devoured by floods, the grips of gold
Return to the wicked and the walls of stone
And I have often stayed around you and your kind
Chorus
Bon dormir x4
Aupres de ma blonde, Qu’il fait bon x2
credits
from With Arrows,
released March 25, 2014
Gene Osborn ~ Vocals, Guitar
Tristan Puckett ~ Drums
Aly B. Snider ~ Trumpet
Coogan Brennan ~ Keyboards & Accordion
Lewis Bauer ~ Bass Guitar
Lauren Samay & Mary Butcher ~ Vocals
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023