Montreal’s Corridor take familiar elements, but assemble and scramble them … Read Full Bio ↴Montreal’s Corridor take familiar elements, but assemble and scramble them in a way you may not have heard before. There’s a twin-guitar interplay that recalls the late-’70s mutant new wave of XTC, The dB's and The Feelies, with a sense of melody that shows a love of 60s psychedelia and sunshine pop. Putting a hometown twist on things, Corridor sing entirely en français. Don’t let that put you off though: the creativity and abundance of killer tunes found on their acid-baked 2017 album Supermercado breaks through the language barrier. Corridor are even better live, with a real joie de rock that knows no borders — guitars slash, harmonies soar, bodies a constant blur.
http://corridormtl.bandcamp.com - Corridor are: Jonathan Robert, Dominic Berthiaume, Julien Bakvis, Julian Perreault.

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Bang
Corridor Lyrics

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À regarder le ciel, considérant l'endroit
J'ai pris le téléphone et j'ai prié pour moi
Les ailes, du béton coulé. Masturbé au sang.
J'ai signé le tableau comme mon arrêt de mort.

À force de regarder vers les cieux
La dévotion me crèvera les yeux
Et j'en payerai mon miracle

Le corps et l'esprit fatigués
Le lourd fardeau d'un miraculé
Oui, je payerai tôt ou tard

Je verrai défiler les étés
Que je n'aurai plus durant des années
Oui, je payerai tôt ou tard

Le corps et l'esprit fatigués

Le lourd fardeau du pire enculé
Oui, je payerai tôt ou tard

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Corridor's song Bang seem to evoke a sense of desperation and spiritual crisis. The singer gazes up at the sky and considers his place in the world, reaching out for help in the form of prayer. The lines "Les ailes, du béton coulé. Masturbé au sang" suggest a sense of being trapped or crushed, perhaps in a social or societal context in which the individual's dreams and desires are not being fulfilled.

The chorus establishes a bleak outlook, with the singer acknowledging that they will pay eventually for the devotion they have given to some higher power. The mention of a "miracle" suggests a feeling of hopelessness and a sense of unfulfilled promises, while lines like "Le corps et l'esprit fatigués" convey a sense of weariness and exhaustion from struggle or deprivation.

The overall impression conveyed by the lyrics of Bang is one of angst and disillusionment, with the singer recognizing the unfairness and difficulty of life while still grasping for something beyond what they currently experience.

Line by Line Meaning

À regarder le ciel, considérant l'endroit
Looking up at the sky, contemplating my place in the world

J'ai pris le téléphone et j'ai prié pour moi
I picked up the phone and prayed for myself

Les ailes, du béton coulé. Masturbé au sang.
Wings made of concrete. Masturbating in my own blood.

J'ai signé le tableau comme mon arrêt de mort.
I signed the painting as my death warrant.

À force de regarder vers les cieux
By constantly looking up at the skies

La dévotion me crèvera les yeux
Devotion will blind me

Et j'en payerai mon miracle
And I will pay for my miracle

Le corps et l'esprit fatigués
Weary body and soul

Le lourd fardeau d'un miraculé
The heavy burden of being a miracle worker

Oui, je payerai tôt ou tard
Yes, I will pay sooner or later

Je verrai défiler les étés
I will see summers passing by

Que je n'aurai plus durant des années
That I will not have for years to come

Le corps et l'esprit fatigués
Weary body and soul

Le lourd fardeau du pire enculé
The heavy burden of being the worst prick

Oui, je payerai tôt ou tard
Yes, I will pay sooner or later

Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)
Written by: Julien Bakvis, Jonathan Robert, Julian Perreault, Dominic Berthiaume

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