Albums :
2001 : Abricotine & Quality Street
2002 : Le quart d'heure des ahuris
2004 : Les yeux fermés (Live)
2007 : Tandoori
2009 : A tout moment
2012 : Foule monstre
Lust For Power
Eiffel Lyrics
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Au mur d’un Buffalo Grill
Paria du monde, negro des airs
Ou femme que l’on ne nomme plus
Que de bites en fossés lapidaires
Les balles sifflent, y’a comme une odeur de brûlé
Tout à trac, paranoïaques,
Cassent leurs jouets par milliers faits par de lointains enfants
Ça crise, people partout, on est bien nulle part
Et vu du ciel, j’ai l’air de quoi dis
Avec mon super pouvoir ?
Power, Power
It sucks to meet you
In every city light
What drives
Lust for power
Always wanna fight?
Power, Power
Eternally you
Got a hold on me
Singing singing
Lust for power
Never makes us free
Cos’
Power can’t stand freedom
J'arrête, je stoppe les mots
L'hémorragie
J'appuie sur pause, là où la rage agit
Mais je dis qu'au final, les chacals
Ne vont pas l’emporter au paradis
Charrettes, pleines de cadavres
Aux lèvres pâles
Et le tas qui grandit, et les chevaux s'emballent
Y'a du monde au balcon, au balcon
Y'en a même qu'ont l'espoir que passe Napoléon
On veut que tu sois faux dans le secret des urnes
Ou bien que tu sois vrai dans
La fosse commune
Power, Power
It sucks to meet you
In every city light
What drives
Lust for power
Always wanna fight?
Power, Power
Eternally you
Got a hold on me
Singing singing
Lust for power
Never makes us free
Cos’
Power can’t stand freedom
Cheers!
Au Carlton, tous les sommets atteints caviardent
Le beefsteak des escort-girls jute et mollarde
Tandis que toi tu marchais sous pression
De ta tente au périph’ en invoquant les astres
Désastre, il y a vraiment que tchi qui tienne
Si c’n’est aux extrêmes
Aux extrêmes
Et quelques rockers qui ne font même plus peur
Au caniche de leur esthéticienne
Je n’crèche pas dans le 93, poisson d’Avril
T’en veux du vent ? Attifé oeufs de Pâques, Eudeline ?
Les yeux comaques, en trou de pine ?
Power, Power
It sucks to meet you
In every city light
What drives
Lust for power
Always wanna fight?
Power, Power
Eternally you
Got a hold on me
Singing singing
Lust for power
Never makes us free
Cos’
Power can’t stand freedom
The lyrics of Eiffel's song, Lust for Power, speaks about the feeling of powerlessness that people experience in today's world, where they are like a Cherokee Indian's photo on the wall of a Buffalo Grill, or paria of the world, negros of the airs, or unnamed women surrounded by pits of stones. The line "Que de bites en fossés lapidaires" evokes the image of a person who is the subject of abuse and violence, surrounded by perpetrators who use their power to inflict harm. The song speaks about the disconnection from reality that people experience, their paranoia, and addiction to screens, while they are surrounded by an overwhelming crises and people who feel out of place.
The song also talks about the allure of power, that people chase while trying to find a place in this world. The artist acknowledges that power is a double-edged sword, giving temporary control but trapping the person and making them addicted to the feeling, causing them to want more, leading to a constant fight for power. The song suggests that power is not the solution; rather, it lies in freedom that is so coveted yet overlooked by those who hold power.
Overall, Lust for Power is a critique of the current social and political landscape, where people's lives are shaped by those who hold power, who have only their self-interest in mind, and who maintain their power through exploitation and abuse. The song represents a plea to break these chains and seek freedom through self-awareness and unity.
Line by Line Meaning
Et tu t’sens comme photo d’indien Cherokee
You feel like a photograph of a Cherokee Indian hanging on the wall of a Buffalo Grill
Au mur d’un Buffalo Grill
On the wall of a Buffalo Grill
Paria du monde, negro des airs
Outcast of the world, a black person in the sky
Ou femme que l’on ne nomme plus
Or a woman who is no longer recognized
Que de bites en fossés lapidaires
Only penises in stone ditches
Les balles sifflent, y’a comme une odeur de brûlé
Bullets whistle, there's a smell of burning
Tout à trac, paranoïaques,
Suddenly, paranoid
Rats des villes, geeks, hors la vie, accrocs aux écrans
City rats, geeks, outside of life, addicted to screens
Cassent leurs jouets par milliers faits par de lointains enfants
Breaking their toys made by distant children by the thousands
Ça crise, people partout, on est bien nulle part
It's a crisis, people everywhere, but nowhere to belong
Et vu du ciel, j’ai l’air de quoi dis
And from above, what do I look like with my superpower?
Avec mon super pouvoir ?
With my superpower?
J'arrête, je stoppe les mots
I stop, I pause the words
L'hémorragie
The bleeding
J'appuie sur pause, là où la rage agit
I press pause where the rage is active
Mais je dis qu'au final, les chacals
But in the end, I say that the jackals
Ne vont pas l’emporter au paradis
Won’t take it to heaven
Charrettes, pleines de cadavres
Carts full of corpses
Aux lèvres pâles
With pale lips
Et le tas qui grandit, et les chevaux s'emballent
And the pile grows, and the horses run wild
Y'a du monde au balcon, au balcon
There are people on the balcony, on the balcony
Y'en a même qu'ont l'espoir que passe Napoléon
Some even hope that Napoleon will pass by
On veut que tu sois faux dans le secret des urnes
They want you to be fake in the secrecy of the ballot box
Ou bien que tu sois vrai dans
Or that you be real in
La fosse commune
The common grave
Cheers!
Cheers!
Au Carlton, tous les sommets atteints caviardent
At the Carlton, all the top people censor
Le beefsteak des escort-girls jute et mollarde
The steak of the escort girls oozes and drips
Tandis que toi tu marchais sous pression
While you walked under pressure
De ta tente au périph’ en invoquant les astres
From your tent to the ring road, invoking the stars
Désastre, il y a vraiment que tchi qui tienne
Disaster, there's really nothing that holds
Si c’n’est aux extrêmes
Except for extreme ideas
Aux extrêmes
Extreme ideas
Et quelques rockers qui ne font même plus peur
And some rockers who don't scare anyone anymore
Au caniche de leur esthéticienne
To their beautician’s poodle
Je n’crèche pas dans le 93, poisson d’Avril
I don't live in the 93 (a French department), April Fool's joke
T’en veux du vent ? Attifé œufs de Pâques, Eudeline ?
You want some wind? Dressed like Easter eggs, Eudeline?
Les yeux comaques, en trou de pine ?
Coma-like eyes, in a dickhole?
Power, Power
Power, power
It sucks to meet you
It sucks to meet you
In every city light
In every city light
What drives
What motivates
Lust for power
Desire for power
Always wanna fight?
Do you always want to fight?
Eternally you
You eternally
Got a hold on me
Have a grip on me
Singing singing
Singing, singing
Lust for power
Desire for power
Never makes us free
Never makes us free
Cos’ Power can’t stand freedom
Because power can't tolerate freedom
Contributed by Jonathan B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.