Bang Bang Bang
Mark Ronson feat. Q-Tip and MNDR Lyrics


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Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's no hiding it, behind moulting feathers

On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
40k contract, take it out the do'
Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo'
From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand
You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete

No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world

Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
With late night divisions, and lab app decisions
We're faced with decisions, to fight a fricassee
And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high

Numbers, you got that number
You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words
Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete

We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you

Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
You perch above your nest (in your charms)
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
Yeah, that's what got you dead

No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world (cruel, cruel world)

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete

Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore




Bang, bang, bang (alouette)
When feathers fly, you deny everything yo

Overall Meaning

The song Bang Bang Bang by Mark Ronson, Q-Tip, and MNDR is about the consequences of living a dishonest and greedy life. The opening lines suggest a countdown to a chaotic, explosive situation, urging the listener to turn up the volume. The metaphor of plucking feathers symbolizes stripping away a person's lies and revealing the truth. The line "Your information, but there's no hiding it, behind moulting feathers" suggests that the truth will always shine through even though people try to hide it. The reference to the "sho" and the "40k contract" suggests that the song is targeting people who are all about money, status and power. The use of French (“Je te plumerai la, tete”) adds an air of mystery and sophistication to the song, as if calling out the dishonest persons in another language.


The song comments on the power structures that allow dishonesty and corruption to flourish. The lines "The rumors goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town/If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high" suggest the idea that the wealthy and powerful have control over everything, including the birds in the sky. The repeated chorus "We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth/We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you" emphasizes the importance of honesty and community over greed and selfishness.


Line by Line Meaning

Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more) Bang, bang, bang
Counting down before the song commences that encourages the listener to turn up the volume and get ready for an explosive track.


Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking, around my head Your information But there's no hiding it, behind moulting feathers
The singer is systematically removing the lies from his/her head like plucking feathers making it difficult to mask the truth by shedding the feathers.


On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho' 40k contract, take it out the do' Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo' From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv Think you got us fooled, ooh never again First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
The singer is on the way to perform, with a contract of 40k dollars, and compares their successful life to someone with a 'shitty life.' The singer learns from past experiences that the trickery behind that person's life will not succeed again.


No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete
The singer is declaring that people who deceive others will be exposed, and their silhouette will be left behind like dead birds from which their feathers will be plucked.


No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
Although time is passing, the world is met with cruelty and unfairness.


Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin' With late night divisions, and lab app decisions We're faced with decisions, to fight a fricassee And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
The cruelty of the world is represented by lab experiments, late night divisions and tough decisions for people to fight, and the singer expressing confusion of whether things are fake or real while wondering whether they're dying on their feet. People are spreading rumours about the rich and powerful running the town while trying to achieve greater power like birds flying high.


Numbers, you got that number You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
The singer is calling out people who allocate more importance to numbers than the big picture, only to realise later that they've ruined their chances and have no redemption.


We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
The singer believes that people should not believe in tall tales told by others but should focus on the truth and believe in each other.


Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales) We climb the structure (you scale the ladder) You build it higher (you make us madder) We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off) You perch above your nest (in your charms) The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head) Yeah, that's what got you dead
The singer believes that people in power are always building up their corporate/ societal structure, which makes people mad, and when people try to climb the ladder, the people at the top tell tall tales to protect themselves from being exposed. As a result, their own heads are crowded with lies, which makes them eventually lose power and die.


Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette) Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang (alouette) When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
Counting down after the song ends, reminding the listener of the explosive nature of the track and how people tend to deny everything when things fall apart.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Written by: Peter Keush, Nick Hodgson, Mark Ronson, Kamaal Fareed, Homer Steinweiss, Amanda Warner, Alex Greenwald

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@mayadollette

This song’s been in my head at random times for the last 9 years and I’ve only found it just now🥴

@likhosakube4918

Mi head tooo .. last heard it 2011 .. and now im watching no strings attached..

@damienwheeler3723

Same

@tedashia6682

Same here...... I just love this song

@irenemoloto3993

Same

@smithy1928

Literally same, I typed the lyrics "time is ticking toward, no way"to find it 😂

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@cameronemery1831

One of the most underated songs of the 2010’s pop era.

@edf9577

2021 and this remains the perfect combo of rap, electro and song style. Decade gone and undefeated

@prettynikki3667

Can we just appreciate all of the artistic expressions in this song& video..Let's give her credit for her amazing singing style and earrings ❤🙌🏾

@shayneoneill1506

Yeah MNDR is great. Its a bit of a shame she never quite caught on in her own right. Still she's done OK as an underground act, and thats good cos her solo stuff is excellent. I believe she's made a fairly decent name for herself in the industry as a producer and songwriter for hire as well.

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