April in Paris
Little Dead Bertha Lyrics


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I go on the street
And all is everyday
Grey walls and dusty trees
And rubbish on my way
I see the people's races
And all repeat again
I see them foolish faces
And heads without brain.

We a live in world of madness
We a live in world of sadness

I know my disease
And I want kill my sense
Hard life without drinks
But exit, in my hands
I buy the many beers
And drink this after wine




My brain-work to appease
In the madness, our sign.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Little Dead Bertha's song "April in Paris" critique the mundane and dull routines of daily life. As the singer walks down the street, they see the same grey walls, dusty trees, and rubbish as the day before. The people they encounter are also repetitive and uninteresting with "foolish faces" and "heads without brain." The repetition in the lyrics reinforces the singer's sense of monotony and frustration with their environment.


The chorus states, "We a live in world of madness / We a live in world of sadness," indicating a larger critique of the world they live in. The singer is aware of their own struggles as well, expressing the desire to "kill [their] sense" and numb their brain with alcohol. The final line, "In the madness, our sign," suggests that alcohol is a coping mechanism for the singer, and that the "madness" of their surroundings is something they are resigned to.


Overall, "April in Paris" is a bleak portrayal of suburban life and the sense of hopelessness it can engender. By foregrounding the repetition and mundanity of daily life, Little Dead Bertha emphasizes the need for some sort of escapism or release.


Line by Line Meaning

I go on the street
As I venture outside, I am met with the everyday sights and sounds of the city.


And all is everyday
Everything seems commonplace and unremarkable.


Grey walls and dusty trees
The cityscape is drab and uninviting, with buildings and foliage that appear neglected and in disrepair.


And rubbish on my way
The streets are littered with trash and debris, making it difficult to navigate without encountering unsightly obstacles.


I see the people's races
The diversity of the people around me is apparent.


And all repeat again
Despite this diversity, the monotony of daily life persists.


I see them foolish faces
Observing the expressions of those around me, I am struck by how unremarkable and uninspired they seem.


And heads without brain.
It feels like many are not using their brains and instead just going through the motions of life.


We a live in world of madness
The world we live in is characterized by chaos and confusion.


We a live in world of sadness
Evidence of sadness and despair is all around us.


I know my disease
I am aware of my own personal struggles and difficulties.


And I want kill my sense
At times, I feel overwhelmed and am tempted to numb myself to the world in order to cope.


Hard life without drinks
Living a difficult life without access to alcohol compounds these struggles.


But exit, in my hands
Despite this, I still have some control over my own fate.


I buy the many beers
To alleviate my pain, I turn to alcohol as a form of self-medication.


And drink this after wine
I consume beer after wine, indicating a potentially dangerous pattern of alcohol use.


My brain-work to appease
Through drinking, I am attempting to silence the incessant chatter of my own thoughts and worries.


In the madness, our sign.
Despite the overwhelming sense of chaos in the world, we are all marked by our shared experiences of pain and struggle.




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