Yellow Cake
Miscellaneous
Les Bebêtes... (Chanson Folle)
André Fernandez
I have a bike in my head, that's why I look stupid.
I'm leaving, I'm riding it up to the sky.
When life gets in my way, I ride my bike,
I'm going to smear of honey the sun.
It's a match bike that bursts into flames when I fart
The red leads of my heart.
Elements metal phants with vertical take-off,
Fly in a line, followed by umbrella giraffes.
I follow them on my bike. It amuses me even if it is late.
They take me with them to the wonderful country.
On my bike in my head, I invent conquests,
br/>I become a knight, a gardener all chrome.
From my watering can it's nice I see tree frogs coming out,
Beautiful daytime snacks.
I roast some peanuts that I eat with blue beasts
And their cries make my eyes water.
Tactile beasts with the taste of melazil
Climb up my nose as if to tickle me.
They run over my brain, they play grasshoppers
They make galleries, I have become their nest.
I have horrors in my head that bother me on my bicycle
And when I the doubles I see the dead growing.
In my head there are machetes which cut up the animals,
The big ones; those who walk upright.
Their red juice flows wastefully, the elephants take a dip,
Red waterspouts from their trunks leak.
That tramples and that stink, it's dripping on the blue carpet
from your eyes.... hollow.
In a cannibalistic mood, I rush onto the canal.
I I'm going to chase the sow to make her eat her babies.
I'm putting seedlings in their snouts, it's pretty.
Watered with pee to make the cries grow.
Come on my bike ©locyclette, come and sharpen your hatchet!
Let's laugh hard until we can no longer see our eyes.
Yes, they say I look stupid; it's because of the babies
Who on my soft cortex....cry....