PACKED HOUSE
The whole world’s drunk
Put your ear to a baby’s heart
Put some rum in my whiskey
Save up my misery
Let in the dogs, let in the rain
Let it run down the counter
This archetype this night
So ripe so ripe
This good drink that would cure your heart
This good drink that would cure your heart
I’m the bartender
I’m the bartender
I’m the bartender
For a packed house, for a packed house
A bar made of conservative nymphs
I need a thousand mild hurricanes
To tell me nobody’s alright, nobody’s here
Put away your guns and your blood
Sit down and drink my mud
One is a million and a million is one
One is a million and a million is one
I’m the bartender
I’m the bartender
I’m the bartender
For a packed house, for a packed house
One is a million and a million is one
One is a million and a million is one
I’m the bartender
I’m the bartender
I’m the bartender
For a packed house, for a packed house
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
MAYBE YOU SHOULD DRINK
You say the world is done
You say your life is blue
Life itself is meaningless
You’re not happy with dogs and cats
You’re not blithe with shoes nor hats
Not a shred of single joy
Has crossed your face
Since you stepped into this place
That is why
I’ll give you this advice
Only once maybe twice
Maybe you should drink
And we could be friends
Maybe you should drink
Taste the bitter until the end
All my friends have gone away
But my dreams still brew
With every bar and every crew
Mankind’s end can’t be that far
But at least we can say
We invented the bar
Maybe you should drink
And we could be friends
Maybe you should drink
Taste the bitter and taste the end
Maybe you should drink
We could be friends
Maybe you should drink
Taste the bitter and taste the end
Maybe you should drink
Maybe you should drink
Maybe you should drink
Maybe you should drink
Why aren’t you drinking?
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
I LIKE TO DANCE
Tum-tah Tum-tah Tum-tah
I like to dance
When no one is around me
I like to dance when I’m all alone
The seats are all empty
I finish my beer
At the local bar
I close the door
Like everyone else here
I like to dance
When no one is around me
I like to dance when I’m all alone
This night is the last time
To be together
Drink the impossible drink
Another mad hatter
Another night capper
Another, another and another
I like to dance
When no one is around me
I like to dance when I’m all alone
I like to dance
When no one is around me
I like to dance when I’m all alone
When I’m all alone
When I’m all alone
When I’m all alone
When I’m all alone
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
BAD DANCERS
Since I last saw them
They dance so bad
Every bar, every city
It seems quite sad
That don’t stop the shame
There is no one to blame
The way they dance
All the bad dancers in bars
Plaid on plaid
All the bad dancers in bars
I’ve seen the heart
I’ve seen the devil get paid
Hipless boys
Beatless girls
Competition’s got us in a whirl
Brought up to this place
I leave no trace
All the bad dancers in bars
Plaid on plaid
All the bad dancers in bars
I’ve seen the heart
I’ve seen the devil get paid
Hipless boys
Beatless girls
Competition’s got us in a whirl
Brought up to this place
I leave no trace
Brought up to this place
I leave no trace
I can dance bad too
Let me dance just for you
Just for you
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
CE N’EST PAS GRAVE
Aww bof, je sais pus, man
Peut-être que t’as raison, Edgar
Hey… Ce n’est pas grave, mais c’est platte
Je ne peux pas changer mon cœur
C’est comme du beurre, ça fond
Chasing the bad boys
Letting the good ones down
Hey…
Ce n’est pas grave
Si t’es brave ou si t’es cave
Les baleines qui bousculent
Les chats et les chiens
Les va et les viens
Les bons et les biens
Les touts et les riens
Les touts et les riens….
Ce n’est pas grave mais c’est platte
Your heart’s in the gutter
No, it’s not, I’m just confused
Your heart is a gutter ?
Yeah, that makes more sense
Why isn’t love as simple as a beer
Tu l’ouvre, pis tu la bois et c’est fini ?
Ouais, c’est ça
Ce n’est pas grave
Well, at least you’re more pathetic than me
I can’t argue that
Ce n’est pas grave mais c’est platte
S’ils savaient que mon cœur est en deux
Que mon cœur est en feu
Oh dieu, dieu, dieu
Ce n’est pas grave
Ce n’est pas grave …. mais c’est platte
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
IN MONTREAL
Ooooh in Montreal
It’s bothersome
People are too loud
Mayhem and all that jazz
That’s why I go to the end of the pier
Imagine I just disappear
I like the idea of death
Oooooh in this bar
I am a friend
I’m an entity, maybe
It is a place
A hole not worth mentioning
But that’s ok, that’s ok
Oooooh the life we live
The life we live
The life we live
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
MAN OF THE YEAR
He was a troubadour
He was a cameleer
He was the man
The man of the year
Walking around
With a pork pie hat
With a dream in his head
About a dancing cat
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Man of the year
And all of the masses
And all of the passes, they…
A queer musketeer
Riding a camel
Just like Mark Hammil
Without a light saver
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
With a diamond suit
And a dog playing flute
His world was his muse
He was the man
The man of the year
Man of the year
He couldn’t be stopped
He wouldn’t be dropped
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Driving around
A gun in his hand
Tickling the zoo
Chugging, chugging
He was always right
He knew the night
He was the man of the year
Man of the year
Man of the year, now
Man of the year
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
BROKEN BOTTLES
Broken bottles in the universe
Broken bottles in the universe
These shards that fly
They have no friends
They reflect light
Til the end of ends
Til the end of ends, my friend
From galaxy to galaxy
From star to star
All
Broken bottles in the universe
All
Broken bottles in the universe
in the universe
in the universe
These chunks of glass
They always take the time
To cut that dark flesh
Watch space bleed
Their blood’s in the milky way
From galaxy to galaxy
From star to star
All All All
All
Broken bottles in the universe
All
Broken bottles in the universe
All
Broken bottles in the universe
in the universe
in the universe
All
Broken bottles in the universe
All
Broken bottles in the universe
All
Broken bottles in the universe
in the universe
in the universe
in the universe, in the universe
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SING
I had something important to sing
If I could only say it
I had a harmony to play
But a critic scared me away
Away
I don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
Tell you a grand ly
If I could lip synch and later cry
Words, letters and structure
The very idea of a song
All those breaths
And that diaphragm
Am I very flat or something like that
Like that
I don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
Tell you a grand ly
If I could lip synch and later cry
I could do it
If I thought of Cheryl
If I thought just a little more
About everyone who never does
And everyone who never was
I don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
I don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
We don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
Don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
We don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
Don’t know how to sing
Don’t know a good god damn thing
© J.P. Mortier , Alain Mercieca 2012