Music Monday

Music Monday: I’m Fed Up! by Alizée

Music Monday is a meme that was created by Drew from The Tattooed Book Geek. Bjørn and I will pick a song alternatively on each Monday and share our thoughts about them. Bjørn’s pick this week is I’m Fed Up! by Alizée.

Thoughts and Ramblings

As I mentioned four weeks ago, Myléne Farmer, whose protegée Alizée originally was, has an unfortunate habit of sometimes writing songs in English because nobody dares to tell her she, in fact, does not command that language. ‘I’m Fed Up !’ is so absolutely awful it breaks through the fabric of the Universe and emerges, black hole-style, as absolute perfection that’s also completely and unintentionally hilarious. I play this song when I’m in a bad mood, because le immortelle lines such as ‘my goldfish still under me!’ never fail to make me smile. You don’t really have to listen to it, but do yourself a favour and read the lyrics below.

‘I’m Fed Up!’ was not a hit absolutely anywhere, in case you’re wondering.

Song Lyrics

Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish is under me
To bathe for hours
Makes my mouth water
Im foamely ecstatic

It’s not a problem
I lazy round
Bubbly and stubborn
I lazy round
Melon and water
Is just a dream
It makes me wonder
Is it a sin?

Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
Bombs, you keep away from me!
Today lying low
Twisting up my toes
I swim in such harmony
So what bothers me

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules

I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint!
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up! Poor me!

Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish still under me!
Delight of pleasures
Aquatic treasures
A place out of misery, my fantasy

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules

I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint!
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up! Poor me!

I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules

I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint!
Fed up with the rain, the plane
That makes me throw up again
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up!

I’m fed up, fed up
I’m fed up, fed up
I’m fed up, fed up

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