Marie
Johnny and Joe Lyrics
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Je suis sur sa trace depuis des mois
Un indicateur de la ville basse
M'a dit qu'elle bossait au Casablanca Palace
Oh oui
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu fais?
Qu'est-ce que tu m'fais?
J'suis rien qu'un privé paumé
Qui s'est trop privé d'aimer
Oh Marie, Marie
On m'a payé pour te piéger
Cinq heures du matin devant l'hôtel
Un bruit
Je m'retourne
Un chat sort d'une poubelle
Une chambre allumée en dessous des toits
L'éclair blond qui passe derrière le store, c'est toi
Oh oui
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu fais?
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu m'fais?
J'suis qu'un privé mal rasé
J'en ai trop vu, j'suis blasé
Oh Marie, Marie
On m'a payé pour te piéger
Est-ce qu'il est vraiment tombé
Dans la rivière
Celui qui t'avait filée
L'année dernière?
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu fais?
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu m'fais?
J'suis rien qu'un privé paumé
Qui s'est trop privé d'aimer
Oh Marie, Marie
On m'a payé pour te piéger
Cinq heures cinq, escalier d'incendie
Je grimpe aux barreaux qu'un néon rougit
Même pas le temps d'voir la lame du couteau
Et c'est comme une morsure de la nuit dans le dos
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu fais?
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu m'fais?
J'étais qu'un privé paumé
Qui s'est trop privé d'aimer
Oh Marie, Marie
Qui t'as payé pour me piéger?
J'étais qu'un privé paumé
Qui s'est trop privé d'aimer
Oh Marie, Marie
Qui t'as payé pour me piéger?
Qui t'as payé pour me piéger?
Oh Marie
Qui t'as payé
Pour me piéger?
The song "Marie" by Johnny and Joe is about a private investigator who is following a woman named Marie. The lyrics depict a rainy and cold night where the investigator has been tracing her for months. He receives a lead from an informant in the lower part of town that Marie works at the Casablanca Palace. As he approaches the hotel, he notices a light on in a room on the roof, and he recognizes a blond silhouette that belongs to her. The investigator becomes emotional and questions why she has put him in this position. Near the end of the song, the investigator tries to climb an escape ladder, but he gets attacked and stabbed in the back.
The song portrays themes of love and betrayal. The investigator seems to have fallen in love with Marie, but as he approaches her, he realizes that someone has paid him to investigate her. He feels deceived, and he questions whether his feelings for her were genuine or just part of his job. The song is cinematic and tells a story that feels like a scene from a movie. The music's beat is melancholic, which complements the lyrics' sadness and betrayal.
Line by Line Meaning
Quatre heures du matin pluvieux et froid
It was a rainy and cold morning around four o'clock
Je suis sur sa trace depuis des mois
I have been following her for months
Un indicateur de la ville basse
An informant from the lower part of the city
M'a dit qu'elle bossait au Casablanca Palace
Told me she worked at the Casablanca Palace
Oh oui
Oh yes
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu fais?
Marie, Marie, what are you doing?
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu m'fais?
Marie, Marie, what are you doing to me?
J'suis rien qu'un privé paumé
Qui s'est trop privé d'aimer
I am just a lost private investigator who has deprived himself of love too much
On m'a payé pour te piéger
I was paid to trap you
Cinq heures du matin devant l'hôtel
Five o'clock in front of the hotel
Un bruit
Je m'retourne
Un chat sort d'une poubelle
A noise behind me, I turn, a cat comes out of a bin
Une chambre allumée en dessous des toits
A lit lighted room below the rooftops
L'éclair blond qui passe derrière le store, c'est toi
The blond lightning that passes behind the shutter, it's you
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu fais?
Marie, Marie, what are you doing?
Marie, Marie
Qu'est-ce que tu m'fais?
Marie, Marie, what are you doing to me?
J'suis qu'un privé mal rasé
J'en ai trop vu, j'suis blasé
I'm just a poorly shaved PI who has seen too much and is jaded
Est-ce qu'il est vraiment tombé
Dans la rivière
Celui qui t'avait filée
L'année dernière?
Did the one who followed you and supposedly fell into the river last year really fall?
Cinq heures cinq, escalier d'incendie
Five oh five, emergency staircase
Je grimpe aux barreaux qu'un néon rougit
I climb the bars that are reddened by a neon light
Même pas le temps d'voir la lame du couteau
Not even enough time to see the knife blade
Et c'est comme une morsure de la nuit dans le dos
And it's like a bite of the night in the back
Qui t'as payé pour me piéger?
Who paid you to trap me?
Oh Marie
Qui t'as payé
Pour me piéger?
Oh Marie, who paid you to trap me?
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Pierre Billon, Eric Bouad, Claude Jacques Raoul Lemesle, Jean Philippe Smet
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@alanramirez2211
Johnny's always runnin' around
Tryin' to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm
That he ain't lonely
Mary counts the walls
Knows he tires easily
Johnny thinks the world would be right
If it could buy the truth from him
Mary says, "He changes his mind more than a woman"
But she made her bed
Even when the chance was slim
Johnny says, "He's willing to learn
When he decides, he's a fool"
Johnny says, "He'll live anywhere
When he earns time to"
Mary combs her hair
Says, "She should be used to it"
Mary always hedges her bets
She never knows what to think
She says that he still acts
Like he is bein' discovered
Scared that he'll be caught
Without a second thought
Runnin' around
Johnny feels he's wasting his breath
Tryin' to talk sense to her
Mary says, "He's lackin' a real
Sense of proportion"
So she combs her hair
Knows he tires easily
Johnny's always runnin' around
Tryin' to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm
That he ain't lonely
Mary counts the walls
Says, "She should be used to it"
Johnny' s always runnin' around
Runnin' around
@leilaaida9225
Johnny's always running around
Trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm
That he ain't lonely
Mary counts the walls
Knows he tires easily
Johnny thinks the world would be right
If it could buy truth from him
Mary says he changes his mind
More than a woman
But she made her bet
Even when the chance was slim
Running around
Running around
Johnny says he's willing to learn
When he decides he's a fool
Johnny says he'd live anywhere
When he earns the time
Mary combs her hair
Says she should be used to it
Mary always hedges her bets
She never knows what to think
She says that he still acts like he's
Being discovered
Scared that he'll be caught
Without a second thought
Running around
Running around
Running around
Running around
Johnny feels he's wasting his breath
Trying to talk sense to her
Mary says he's lacking a
Real sense of proportion
So she combs her hair
Knows he tires easily
Johnny's always running around
Trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm
That he ain't lonely
Mary counts the walls
Says she should be used to it
Running around
Running around
Running around
Running around
@zciliyafilms5508
As much as I miss Robert Palmer I miss the time when this song was on the charts. It's hard to capture just how good it felt to have this feeling in the air. I know people go overboard with the 80's nostalgia, but really, songs like this make you understand why it's so prevalent. It was just a great time to grow up.
@mippim8765
........there's a reason mid aged adults express they're sorrow for the young. ........especially this batch.
@DrLoverLover
No it wasnt. Youre just nostalgic. It does that
@mippim8765
@@DrLoverLover .......looks like misery can be un-nostalgic too.
@zciliyafilms5508
@@DrLoverLover I'm nostalgic for something real. This is something I think about a lot. The time period I grew up in was about the only good thing about my childhood. I'm sorry if it doesn't match your experience.
@mjw123
@@DrLoverLover Wow - not a clue, the 80's was an incredible decade. Try comparing it to the horror show we are living atm.
@liammccarron8191
19 then. 63 now, 44 years gone in a blink of a brilliant song. Merry Christmas.
@craigav68
And Merry Christmas to you..am listening to this through some good headphones 🎧.. Bluetooth time machine..ah nostalgia
@The_Macaroon
Yup time flies. Enjoy it while you can.
@MagruderSpoots
Same