Le long du Léthé
Feu! Chatterton Lyrics


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Tire
La ville s'époumone
Et je n'suis plus moi même
Marcher
Pour rentrer chez soi
Des plaques de gaz
Ponctuent le chemin de mes Doc
Martens

La ville s'époumone
Et je n'suis plus moi même
Oh! Marcher
Des plaques de gaz
Ponctuent le chemin de mes Doc

Et les caisses imitent
Le bruit de la mer
Bercent mes pensées
Blanche pensées

Quand le feu de mes jambes
Passe de l'orange au vert
L'aurore est déjà là

Petite sans échalas

Touche le sol
Neige écrue qui amadoue
Te voilà boue
Debout! Debout!

Comme les arbres de la ville
Petite, sans échalas
Tu tombes
Tu tombes

Touche le sol
Neige écrue qui amadoue
Te voilà boue
Debout! Debout!

Comme les arbres de la ville
Petite sans échalas
Tu tombes, tu tombes

Comme les arbres de la ville




Petite sans échalas
Tu tombes, tu tombes

Overall Meaning

In the song "Le long du Léthé" by Feu! Chatterton, the singer describes a modern city, bustling and loud with the sound of cars and gas plates punctuating his path as he walks home. The singer also feels a sense of loss of self as the city overwhelms him. He hears the noise of the cars imitating the sound of the sea, which lulls him into a state of deep thought. Then there is a transition to a shift in time, where the dawn is already breaking as he walks home. The lyrics also reference a "petite sans échalas" or a small and frail person, who falls like the trees in the city - a metaphor for someone being worn down by the weight of city life.


The lyrics of "Le long du Léthé" can be interpreted in a number of ways. One interpretation is that the noise of the city, the loss of control and identity, and the frailty of the individual, all reflect the numbing and dehumanizing effects of modern life. The song seems to suggest a call to action, to awaken out of the haze of the city and find oneself amidst the noise and chaos.


Line by Line Meaning

Tire
Move forward


La ville s'époumone
The city is shouting


Et je n'suis plus moi même
And I'm no longer myself


Marcher
Walking


Pour rentrer chez soi
To go home


Des plaques de gaz
Gas plates


Ponctuent le chemin de mes Doc Martens
Dot the path of my Doc Martens


Oh! Marcher
Oh! Walk


Et les caisses imitent
And the cars imitate


Le bruit de la mer
The sound of the sea


Bercent mes pensées
Lull my thoughts


Blanche pensées
White thoughts


Quand le feu de mes jambes
When the fire in my legs


Passe de l'orange au vert
Goes from orange to green


L'aurore est déjà là
The dawn is already here


Petite sans échalas
Small without skinny


Touche le sol
Touch the ground


Neige écrue qui amadoue
Soft white snow that softens


Te voilà boue
Here you are mud


Debout! Debout!
Stand up! Stand up!


Comme les arbres de la ville
Like the trees of the city


Tu tombes
You fall




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