(intro 2x) E|------6-8-6-5-6/10-5------------| B|------------| G|------------| D|------------| A|------------| E|------------| Fools On Parade Cavort and carry on For waiting eyes Ones you would rather be beside than in front of But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares. E|------5----6-8-5------------| B|--8-----6--------6---8--6------------8/11---11/8------------| G|---7------------7---5--7---5------------| D|------------8----7--5------------| A|------------| E|------------| She swam out of tonights fantasm Grabbed my hand and made it very clear There’s absolutely nothing for us here It’s a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a wednesday night It’s better that than get a reputation as a miserable little tyke At least that’s the conclusion she came to in this overture The secret door swings behind us shes saying nothing She’s just giggling along Her arms were folded most indignant Not looking like she was soon to leave I had to squint in order to believe And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf And unveiling the unexpected I who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and corrected. How could such a creature survive in such a habitat The secret door swings behind us She’s saying nothing She’s just giggling along And even if they were to find us I wouldn’t notice i’m completely occupied at all the Fools On Parade Cavort and carry on for waiting eyes Ones you would rather be beside than in front of But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares. Fools on parade Frolic and f*ck about to make a gaze Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture That holds her absence But you’re daft to think she’d care Fools on parade Fools on parade Fools on parade ...... to singalong

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque une rencontre intrigante, où deux personnes semblent s'échapper d'un environnement superficiel et rempli de regards jugeants. L'un des protagonistes ressent une certaine légèreté en compagnie de l'autre, qui ne se laisse pas affecter par les opinions des autres. Ensemble, ils traversent un moment de complicité, explorant des émotions partagées en dépit du tumulte extérieur. Le tout se déroule dans un cadre un peu festif, presque comme une célébration improvisée, où l'on essaye de rester à l'écart des conventions et des attentes sociales. Il y a une belle métaphore sur la découverte de choses insoupçonnées, comme si chaque interaction pouvait ouvrir une porte secrète vers des sensations et des pensées plus profondes. Cela nous rappelle à quel point la véritable connexion entre deux personnes peut éclipsée les regards du monde extérieur.