Kabaret - EP

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released December 13, 2014

Joana Schweizer : Chant
Thibaud Lalanne : Piano
Guilhem Angot : Trombone
Valérian Langlais : Trompette
Lucas Rémond : Saxophone
Guillaume Le Hénaff : Clarinette & Electro
Gabriel Gosse : Batterie
Yoann Saunier : Basse & Electro

Textes et musique : Joana Schweizer / Guillaume Le Hénaff / Yoann Saunier
Batterie et cuivres enregistrés aux Studios de la Chine
Produit et mixé par Yoann Saunier et Guillaume Le Hénaff
Mastering : Maël Vallin @ J Raph ing
Artwork : Or Katz

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Track Name: Miss W
I'm weary of "sing sing"
My corny old song is "swing swing"
Who am I? You don't have a clue?
Call me Miss W!
You know baby, that's my aim
To light the letters of my name
Sooner or later I'll spread my wings
I’ll be the new Cabaret Queen!

You said bubble gum
I chose bumble bee
You told me to chew
While I wanted an Anny
Gaze at my bacon and eggs
I'm a chicken dipper
Don't avoid me like the plague
My little Danny Glover!

Here's a sad bit of news:
I won't get off the booze!
but if you gimme the loot
I'll take off my Daisy Roots
I've got such a hangover
Have I drunk too much liquor?
Be nice, do me a favor:
Gimme a pint of bitter!

Here's a sad morning glory
That won't be on Liza
It's about a sweet young lady
And her beloved old Joanna
She dreamt of being Minelli
But she met the so called "Voddie"
As her life turned dark and gloomy
She liked it and drunk heavily
Gentlemen said: "kuddle'n'kiss!
How much for a hit and miss?"
She hooked on the curb like a tramp
And died under a floor lamp

I'm weary of "sing sing"
My corny old song is "swing swing"
Who am I? You don't have a clue?
Call me Miss W!
You know baby, that's my aim
To light the letters of my name
And though it's just one of those things
Here’s the new Cabaret Queen!
Track Name: Isn't it great?
That one was a prick, dull and good for nothing
But offered me diamond rings
This one made me sick and was a ding-a-ling
But I had a thing for him

« Easy come, easy go » as the saying goes
No need to drown your sorrows
Cause I’ll make you all lick your chops
I swear this act never flops !

Isn’t it great to watch ‘em down on their knees
Softly begging « pretty please? »
Even adding « I’ll be at your beck and call
And care for you above all »

Rich or poor, no matter who’s who
Lad if you ain’t got a million
I won’t ask for two
Just show me what you can do!

Every chickie got a sugar daddy
[With slobber in his hair]
Every chickie got a sugar daddy
[Lying in a wheelchair]
Every chickie got a sugar daddy
[You’d better call him a killjoy]
Bringin’ home his baby lil’ diamond toys
Track Name: Crunchy Girl
Crunchy-girl was a perfect little girl
She was elegant, had nice movement, to the delight of her parents
Crunchy-girl was a perfect little girl
Every one she met was fully obsessed by her baby smiling and her teething ring

Despite this perfection
Something worried her mum
She didn't like candies and had a squirrel bones collection
Each night for dinner
She needed meet flavor
Never wanted cheesecake and asked for beef steak

Crunchy-girl was a perfect little girl
When you’d look at her you’d feel better, her toothy smile had big powers
Crunchy-girl was a perfect little girl
When she would pop in, you’d melt like topping, she’d look good enough to eat

In reality, inside this cute dolly
Slept an awful monster who was looking for meat pastry,
Each night once in bed, it needed an human shortbread,
went to the neighborhood with a boning knife to get food

Her favorite part :
To drink blood of children's heart,
And pick the limbs once bitten to enlarge her collection
Instead of nice dreams
It filled up her night with screams
Crunching legs fingers and eyes until the sunrise

Crunchy-girl is a perfect little girl
Her only flaws, hating oreos and nibbling tasty toes
Crunchy-girl is a perfect little girl
With her sweetie skirt and her nice tee-shirt, her brown curls she deceives the world
Track Name: Champagne
If you feel weary or sad
If your mind goes crazy or mad
To escape from boredom
Don't sink into whoredom
Some will say this is a vice
Here's a piece of friendly advice
From someone who's on the bottle:
Go on it's so enjoyable

Thin or robust bubbles
Roll on and tickle our palate
Get rid of all your troubles
This elixir is so delicate
White or pink within its temper
To each event its colour
Still and all it drowns your sorrows
And heals you from top to toe

It's not about snake oil
But the best antidote to pain
The one that will never spoil
With no grounds for complaint!
It’s better than any beer
What's that miraculous elixir?