In 2006 Doillon began writing music with friend and musician Chris Brenner. A song they wrote together "The Girl Is Gone" was featured on the Visionaire Magazine special music issue and picture disk in 2007. Doillon sings, plays guitar and writes lyrics and is rumored to be writing material for an upcoming album with Brenner, musician John Mitchell and various artists.
Her first album, "Places" was released in France on September 3rd 2012.
Weekender Baby
Lou Doillon Lyrics
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No, no he still hasn't called me
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies
I know he won't
I checked my watch, my phone
Why, why won't you prove me wrong?
I checked my pulse, wondering
'Cause I've got a weekender baby
Weekender baby
Weekender baby
One, two, three, four, five rings
You used to be so quick to pick up
Six, seven, eight, nine knocks
I know you're there
It seems too easy, to trick me all week
And then come Friday
He's off to play
"King of the streets"
'Cause I've got a weekender baby
Who from Friday noon
Weekender baby
To Sunday eve
Weekender baby
Would rather roam
Than be at home with me
One, two, three, four, five coffee
No, no he still hasn't called me
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies
I know he won't
I checked my watch, my phone
Why, why won't you prove me wrong?
I checked my pulse, wondering
Which one has gone?
'Cause I've got a weekender baby
Who from Friday noon
Weekender baby
To Sunday eve
Weekender baby
Would rather roam
Than be alone with me
The lyrics to Lou Doillon's Weekender Baby paint the picture of a woman who is waiting for her significant other to call or pick up her call, but to no avail. The repetition of counting numbers and drinking coffee/whiskey showcase her anxiousness and frustration. The verses allude to the boyfriend's weekend habits of being absent and "roaming" around rather than being with her. She questions why he cannot change and "prove me wrong," implying that she has been let down before. The phrase "weekender baby" refers to the boyfriend's tendency to disappear on weekends, leaving her feeling alone and unwanted.
Line by Line Meaning
One, two, three, four, five coffee
I have had five cups of coffee while waiting for him to call me.
No, no he still hasn't called me
He hasn't called me yet, despite the fact that I've been waiting for him to do so.
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies
I've had nine whiskies to distract me from the fact that he hasn't called me yet.
I know he won't
I am certain that he won't call me.
I checked my watch, my phone
I keep checking my watch and phone to see if he has called me.
Why, why won't you prove me wrong?
I'm asking why he won't call me and prove me wrong about my assumption that he won't.
I checked my pulse, wondering
I checked my pulse to see if I was still alive, and wondered if he still cared for me.
Which one has gone?
I'm wondering if my pulse or his feelings for me have disappeared.
'Cause I've got a weekender baby
I'm with someone who only wants to be with me on weekends.
Who from Friday noon
Starting from noon on Friday,
To Sunday eve
Until Sunday evening,
Would rather roam
He would rather spend his time wandering around than spending it with me.
Than be at home with me
He doesn't want to be at home with me, which is a painful realization.
One, two, three, four, five rings
I gave him five missed calls, but he didn't answer any of them.
You used to be so quick to pick up
He used to answer my calls quickly, but not anymore.
Six, seven, eight, nine knocks
I knocked on his door nine times, but he didn't let me in.
I know you're there
I know he's inside, but he's not answering his door or phone.
It seems too easy, to trick me all week
He easily fooled me during the week with his lies about wanting to be with me.
And then come Friday
But when it comes to Friday,
He's off to play 'King of the streets'
He leaves me behind to play the role of the cool, popular guy.
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: LOU DOILLON
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