Paroles et traduction Jean-Jacques Goldman - The Quo's in Town Tonite

The Quo's in Town Tonite

Il a pris le train postal juste avant la nuit
A Valence il est mécano
Demain matin faut qu′il soit sans faute à Paris
Et tant pis pour le boulot

Ça fait des mois déjà qu'il regarde son billet
Son patron l′a laissé filer
Et personne aurait pu l'empêcher
Sur son bras c'est tatoué

Rossi, ses mots, et ses solos et Parfitt et sa caster
Les riffs à fond, le son go go
Le boogie woogie la tête à l′envers

Il a pris le train postal juste avant la nuit
Il en rêve au rythme des rails
Oh demain c′est la nuit de sa vie
The quo's in town tonite

Quand il arrive devant la salle il est midi
Y a déjà des gars qu′il connaît
Les cheveux longs, les jeans délavés comme lui
De partout, même un Japonais

C'est l′attente, on cause, on fume en buvant des bières
Quand ils répètent on les entend
Et quand s'écarteront les barrières
Il va courir au premier rang

Pour Rossi ses mots, ses solos, et Parfitt et sa caster
Les riffs à fond, le son go go
Le boogie woogie la tête à l′envers

Plus que 2 heures encore, 2 heures à tirer
Et tout est prêt pour la bataille
Un accord et tout va sauter
The quo's in town tonite

C'est parti, ça l′prend partout de bas en haut
Ça l′secoue jusqu'à la folie
La basse au ventre et les grattes dans la peau
Ils sont à 2 mètres de lui

Et quand vient "down down" c′est sa préférée
Si l'batteur tombe ou va pisser
Y a pas d′malaise pour l'rempacer:
Il la connaît les yeux fermés

Rossi ses mots, ses solos, et Parfitt et sa caster
Les riffs à fond, le son go go
Le boogie woogie la tête à l′envers

Le paradis c'est ici, c'est l′enfer!
C′est les flammes au fond des entrailles
Y a rien qui ressemble à ses concerts
The quo's in town tonite

Et ça fait si vide après
Quand la vraie vie revient
Quand on les a vu saluer
Et qu′il faut reprendre son train

Mais cet été
Ils vont jouer dans les festivals
Il ira pendant ses congés
En Belgique et au Pays de Galles
The quo's in town tonite

Rossi ses mots, ses solos
Et Parfitt, et sa caster

The quo′s in town tonite

The Quo's in Town Tonite

He caught the postal train just before nightfall
In Valence he is a mechanic
Tomorrow morning he has to be in Paris without fail
And to hell with work

He's been looking at his ticket for months now
His boss let him go
And no one could have stopped him
It's tattooed on his arm

Rossi, his words, and his solos and Parfitt and his caster
The riffs full blast, the go go sound
The boogie woogie with his head upside down

He caught the postal train just before nightfall
He dreams of it to the rhythm of the rails
Oh tomorrow is the night of his life
The quo's in town tonite

When he arrives in front of the hall it is noon
There are already guys he knows
Long hair, faded jeans like him
From everywhere, even a Japanese

It's waiting, we talk, we smoke while drinking beers
When they rehearse, we can hear them
And when the barriers move away
He's going to run to the front row

For Rossi his words, his solos, and Parfitt and his caster
The riffs full blast, the go go sound
The boogie woogie with his head upside down

Just 2 hours left, 2 hours to shoot
And everything is ready for the battle
One chord and everything will blow up
The quo's in town tonite

It's off, it's got him everywhere from bottom to top
It shakes him to the point of madness
The bass in his belly and the guitars in his skin
They are 2 meters away from him

And when "down down" comes, it's his favorite
If the drummer falls or goes to pee
There is no embarrassment to replace him:
He knows her with his eyes closed

Rossi his words, his solos, and Parfitt and his caster
The riffs full blast, the go go sound
The boogie woogie with his head upside down

Paradise is here, it's hell!
It's the flames in the depths of the entrails
There is nothing like his concerts
The quo's in town tonite

And it feels so empty afterwards
When real life comes back
When we saw them salute
And we had to catch his train again

But this summer
They will play in the festivals
He will go during his holidays
In Belgium and in Wales
The quo's in town tonite

Rossi his words, his solos
And Parfitt, and his caster

The quo′s in town tonite