Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poet… Read Full Bio ↴Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poetry, theater, visual arts and the Big Top circus antics to create a very particular brand of contemporary french folk rock.
The group was founded in Paris during the 1980s. Originally, they played music heavily influenced by the punk movement and depended on electric instruments. Their third album featured Anne-Gaëlle, a classically trained cellist, and marked a turning point in the group’s music toward a more acoustic sound. The group’s later efforts misleadingly took shape of casual folk songs while actually using stunning musical arrangements, experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics rife with very dark humor.
Listeners find the influence of classic French musicians like Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens and Les Négresses Vertes.
The group was founded in Paris during the 1980s. Originally, they played music heavily influenced by the punk movement and depended on electric instruments. Their third album featured Anne-Gaëlle, a classically trained cellist, and marked a turning point in the group’s music toward a more acoustic sound. The group’s later efforts misleadingly took shape of casual folk songs while actually using stunning musical arrangements, experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics rife with very dark humor.
Listeners find the influence of classic French musicians like Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens and Les Négresses Vertes.
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Fleur de yeux
Têtes Raides Lyrics
Bestiaire J'ai un chat dans mon moteur Qui m'donne le ton et…
Fleur de yeux Le jour s'arrête où l'on regrette Fleur de yeux tu crois…
Jour de pêche Il tend la main et bat de l'aile Souffle au cœur…
La biffe Un interrupteur Un fer en vapeur Une mousse en carton Et …
Les Papiers Si l'on ne jetait plus nos papiers dans les rues Le…
Postulat J'ai rendu mon âme au temps là où cette fontaine s'écoule a…
Rien ? Il est dix heures... C'est une rue féconde Assise là sur…
Sans titre Ma fille Je n'sais pas qui est ton père C'est peut-être U…
The mad fiddler Not from the northern road, Not from the southern way, Fir…
Ton portrait Le soleil est tombé en morceaux Un parapluie est mort dans…
Trumpet song Un beau soir un couteau se promène Dans la chambre il…
Zigo J'ai prêté la Provence Aux enfants de Berlin Mais tu fais …