Uploaded February 2016 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Les Tueurs de la Lune de Miel breaking every rule of proper TV lipsync in several different pop programs, as they perform their hit single... Don't miss Yvon Vromman (sometimes disguised as a road casualty) miming the solo on various objects...
"Route Nationale 7" was a cover of the Charles Trenet song from 1959. It was released by Crammed as a single in 1981, ahead of the album "Les tueurs de la lune de miel" (1982), reissued on vinyl by Crammed Discs in spring 2016.
Buy/ stream: http://smarturl.it/honeymoonkillers
Videos restored and edited by Gérald Fenerberg.
The Honeymoon Killers were:
Yvon Vromman: vocals, guitar
Véronique Vincent: vocals
Gerald Fenerberg: guitar
Marc Hollander: keyboards
Vincent Kenis: bass
JF Jones Jacob III: drums
Les Tueurs de la Lune de Miel breaking every rule of proper TV lipsync in several different pop programs, as they perform their hit single... Don't miss Yvon Vromman (sometimes disguised as a road casualty) miming the solo on various objects...
"Route Nationale 7" was a cover of the Charles Trenet song from 1959. It was released by Crammed as a single in 1981, ahead of the album "Les tueurs de la lune de miel" (1982), reissued on vinyl by Crammed Discs in spring 2016.
Buy/ stream: http://smarturl.it/honeymoonkillers
Videos restored and edited by Gérald Fenerberg.
The Honeymoon Killers were:
Yvon Vromman: vocals, guitar
Véronique Vincent: vocals
Gerald Fenerberg: guitar
Marc Hollander: keyboards
Vincent Kenis: bass
JF Jones Jacob III: drums

![The Honeymoon Killers - Decollage
Decollage by The Honeymoon Killers (1982)
Label : Crammed Discs
Feat. Veronique Vincent, Yvon Vromman, Vincent Kenis, Marc Hollander, Gerald Fenerberg & JF Jones Jacob
Buy/stream: http://smarturl.it/honeymoonkillers
More info:
http://www.crammed.be/index.php?id=34&art_id=64
Lyrics:
Ca y est t’as passé la barrière et t’attends. Pour monter tu seras la dernière de tous ces gens. Dans la passerelle hermétique tu t’avances. Tu ne verras rien de la piste, tu t’en balances. Désormais fini les conneries, tu t’envoles vers une autre idée de ta vie. Laisse au sol, écrasée de douleur idiote, celle qui fut toi toutes ces années sottes. Quel gâchis! Prends l’avion pour un autre là-bas. Aimer c’est si bête, aimer c’est si fat. Il ne faut donner d’importance aux sentiments que dans la mesure où, je pense, ils ne s’empêtrent pas dans la vie active. Faut savoir toujours avaler sa salive, pas d’histoire. Tu n’as perdu que trop de temps pour une canaille, et le temps c’est de l’argent: pense à ton travail. Les hommes on les prend on les laisse, ils ne comprennent rien excepté la fesse: un peu cons.
[OK. you’re through the gate, and you’re waiting. Of all these people you’ll be the last one on board. You enter the hermetic gangway. You won’t see the runway but you don’t care. From now on, no more bullshit; you’re flying towards another idea for you life. Leave on the ground, crushed with stupid pain, the girl you were for all those silly years. What a waste! Take the plane for another somewhere... Love is so stupid, love is so smug. One should only give importance to feelings, I think, if they don’t interfere in one’s active life. Always got to grin and bear it, make no bones about it. You wasted too much time on a bastard, and time is money: think of your work. Men, one takes them, one leaves them, they don’t understand anything but sex, they’re a bit thick. Take the plane... ] The Honeymoon Killers - Decollage](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/teCdek_1L4U/mqdefault.jpg)








