Uploaded February 2016 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Live at Stollwerck, Cologne, April 1982.
Yvon Vromman: vocals, guitar
Véronique Vincent: vocals
Gerald Fenerberg: guitar
Marc Hollander: keyboards
Vincent Kenis: bass
JF Jones Jacob III: drums
The studio version of this track appears on the album "Les tueurs de la lune de miel" (1982), reissued on vinyl by Crammed Discs, spring 2016.
Buy/stream: http://smarturl.it/honeymoonkillers
Lyrics:
Je t’en prie descends de là ça me fout le vertige, Sophie descends de là tu auras ta tige, tu auras ta paires de baskets et tu auras ton frisbee, hein! Et ton lecteur de cassettes et le caniche de Barbie, quoi? Je te dis, tu ne devras rien me faire je te le jure, Sophie tu vas te casser la figure, viens remontes dans la camionnette il commence à doucher, hein? ne me fais pas flipper sois chouette rapplique on va gerber, quoi? - Ah non, t’es con, t’es rien qu’un vieux dégueulasse, cochon, troufion, sadique, salaud, pédéraste, tu me tues, tu pues, j’peux plus saquer ta sale gueule, laisse-moi, casse-toi, tu es pourri, tu me chies, tu es veule!! - Sophie tu es injuste et ingrate, Sophie attends que je t’attrape! Sophie je te promets de ne plus te battre, Sophie je ne t’attacherai plus aux arbres. Sois gentille allez sois chouette on va aller bouffer, hein! des sandwiches et des croissants dans un snack-bar routier, quoi?
I’m begging you, get down from there, it makes me dizzy just looking at you. Sophie, get down, you’ll get your fag, your pair of sneakers and your frisbee too, OK? You’ll get your cassette player and Barbie’s poodle, what? I’m telling you, you won’t have to do anything to me, I promise. Sophie, you’ll break your neck. Come on, get back in the van, it’s starting to piss down again. Don’t wind me up, be nice to me, come on let’s go, what? - Oh no! you’re a cunt, you shithead, you pig, you moron, sadist, bastard, faggot!! you’re killing me, you stink, I can’t stand your ugly face anymore!! leave me alone, fuck off, you’re rotten, you make me sick, you’re so weak!! - Sophie, you’re unfair and ungrateful. Sophie, wait till I catch you! Sophie, I promise not to beat you up anymore. Sophie, I’ll never tie you to the trees again. Be kind, be a nice girl, we’ll get something to eat, OK? sandwiches and croissants at the next service station, what?
Live at Stollwerck, Cologne, April 1982.
Yvon Vromman: vocals, guitar
Véronique Vincent: vocals
Gerald Fenerberg: guitar
Marc Hollander: keyboards
Vincent Kenis: bass
JF Jones Jacob III: drums
The studio version of this track appears on the album "Les tueurs de la lune de miel" (1982), reissued on vinyl by Crammed Discs, spring 2016.
Buy/stream: http://smarturl.it/honeymoonkillers
Lyrics:
Je t’en prie descends de là ça me fout le vertige, Sophie descends de là tu auras ta tige, tu auras ta paires de baskets et tu auras ton frisbee, hein! Et ton lecteur de cassettes et le caniche de Barbie, quoi? Je te dis, tu ne devras rien me faire je te le jure, Sophie tu vas te casser la figure, viens remontes dans la camionnette il commence à doucher, hein? ne me fais pas flipper sois chouette rapplique on va gerber, quoi? - Ah non, t’es con, t’es rien qu’un vieux dégueulasse, cochon, troufion, sadique, salaud, pédéraste, tu me tues, tu pues, j’peux plus saquer ta sale gueule, laisse-moi, casse-toi, tu es pourri, tu me chies, tu es veule!! - Sophie tu es injuste et ingrate, Sophie attends que je t’attrape! Sophie je te promets de ne plus te battre, Sophie je ne t’attacherai plus aux arbres. Sois gentille allez sois chouette on va aller bouffer, hein! des sandwiches et des croissants dans un snack-bar routier, quoi?
I’m begging you, get down from there, it makes me dizzy just looking at you. Sophie, get down, you’ll get your fag, your pair of sneakers and your frisbee too, OK? You’ll get your cassette player and Barbie’s poodle, what? I’m telling you, you won’t have to do anything to me, I promise. Sophie, you’ll break your neck. Come on, get back in the van, it’s starting to piss down again. Don’t wind me up, be nice to me, come on let’s go, what? - Oh no! you’re a cunt, you shithead, you pig, you moron, sadist, bastard, faggot!! you’re killing me, you stink, I can’t stand your ugly face anymore!! leave me alone, fuck off, you’re rotten, you make me sick, you’re so weak!! - Sophie, you’re unfair and ungrateful. Sophie, wait till I catch you! Sophie, I promise not to beat you up anymore. Sophie, I’ll never tie you to the trees again. Be kind, be a nice girl, we’ll get something to eat, OK? sandwiches and croissants at the next service station, what?

![Aksak Maboul - La Tempête (Visual illustration)
Part 5 of Aksak Mabouls ‘Une aventure de VV (Songspiel)’ album.
In this episode, the protagonist VV has entered an orange cabin and fallen asleep. She dreams that “the sky became a page blackened with words… A grammatical chaos reigns…. Disjointed words form an incoherent flock of signs, a huge expanse, like an ocean of flies above the earth.”
Meanwhile, keyboards & beats are furiously galloping away, and conversing with Blaine L. Reininger’s violin.
Video drawn & filmed by Véronique Vincent, edited by Silvia Baldan
‘Une aventure de VV (Songspiel)’ is a 63-minute, continuous suite of fifteen pieces, which can be described as an experimental audio play.
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VV
Le ciel devint une page noircie de mots.
Il y eut une vague de phrases soulevées, puis une autre, une autre encore.
Les lignes ondulaient puis se moquaient des espaces blanches entre elles,
respirations devenues invisibles, importunes, même caduques.
Elles s’entrecroisaient, indissociables lacets de mots emmêlés, égarements inaudibles.
Mots perdus, mots pendus.
Elles formaient des méandres aléatoires de sens
au détour desquels aucune langue n’aurait pu se reconnaître.
La tempête devint un furieux tohu-bohu.
Explosion de lettres désemparées dans ce désordre soudain,
lettres orphelines éparpillées par le souffle dune sorte d’éternuement suprême.
THE VIOLINIST
Zing zinga zing
VV
Le chaos grammatical avait fait tout basculer.
Les mots disloqués forment alors une nuée incohérente de signes, gigantesque étendue,
telle un océan de mouches au-dessus de la terre.
Et on ne comprit plus rien à rien.
[Ciel étain corrompu de fluorescence rose.
Surgi de la cabane orange, le profil incliné comme un F de VV semble suivre une piste.]
VV
Je quitte la cabane orange.
Au sol des traces fuligineuses me guident.
(Translation):
THE TEMPEST
VV
The sky became a page blackened with words.
There was a wave of phrases uplifted, then another, and yet another. The lines undulated then gave no thought to the white spaces between them, respirations turned invisible, unwelcome, even inane.
They intersected, inseparable laces of entangled words, inaudible ramblings.
Lost words, hung words.
They formed random meanders of meaning, around which no tongue could’ve recognised itself.
The tempest became a furious hurly-burly.
Explosion of forlorn letters within this sudden disorder,
orphan letters scattered by the gust of some kind of supreme sneeze.
LE VIOLINISTE
Zing zinga zing
VV
Grammatical chaos had thrown everything out of whack.
Then the disjointed words form an incoherent flock of signs, a huge expanse, like an ocean of flies above the earth.
Now, no one understood at all what was what.
[A tin sky corrupted by pink fluorescence.
Suddenly emerging from the orange cabin, the F-shaped inclined profile of VV seems to be following a trail.]
VV
I leave the orange cabin
On the ground, fuliginous remains guide me Aksak Maboul - La Tempête (Visual illustration)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Kbz5kZg2iGc/mqdefault.jpg)








