Les Anchois

[Caravan Ray]

Les Anchois
Caravan Ray

Ma petit anchois
J’adore tes sourcils salés
Je t’adore maintenant
Je t’adore pour toujours

Mon amour, ca sent de la mer
Mon coeur, ca sent du sel
Mon peine, ca sent de la jolie putain
Dans l’eglise Saint-Michel

Tu es comme les anchois
Dans un caque de saumure
Le sel conserve les anchois
Il conserve mon amour

Le sel, ca sent de la mer
Le saumure, ca sent du sel
Il conserve le corps de la jolie putain
Dans l’eglise Saint-Michel

Ce vieux loup de mer
A tué son petit anchois
Bonjour Madame Guillotine
Voila, mon desespoir

Mon cellule, ca sent de l’enfer
La mort, ca sent du sel
Les anchois sont parti comme la jolie putain
Dans de l’eglise Saint-Michel

Mon amour, ca sent de la mer
Mon péché, ca sent du sel
Mon coeur est avec la jolie putain
Dans l’eglise Saint-Michel

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It over 20 years since I studied French - so it's likely that much of what is above is gibberish. If anyone who knows the lingo can correct me - it would be much appreciated.

This is what I intended the above to mean (wheter it actually does or not I'm really not sure):

My little anchovy
I adore your salty eyebrows
I love you now
I love you forever

My love, it smells like the sea
My heart, it smells like salt
My pain, it smells like the pretty whore in the church of St Michael

You are like the anchovies
In a barrel of brine
The salt preserves the fish
It preserves my love

The salt, it smell like the sea
The brine, it smells like salt
It preserves the body of the pretty whore in the church of St Michael

This old sea-dog
Has killed his little anchovy
Hello Madame Guillotine
Here is my despair

My prison cell, it smells like hell
Death, it smells of salt
The anchovies have gone like the pretty whore in the church of St Michael

My love, it smells like the sea
My sin, it smells like salt
My heart is with the pretty whore in the church of St Michael

[j$]

Les Anchois by Johnny in the Corner

J$ - vocals, rhythym guitar, bass, keys
JS - Backing vocals, mandolin
Andy Balham - Lead guitar

Everybody's telling me
That you are really into me
It doesn't seem that way to me, my dear
We're exchanging pleasantries
I'm hoping for some honesty, or
Otherwise we're simply doomed, I fear

CHORUS: Language is a false friend, no this ain't a cryptic crossword,
Or a menu that's been written in French -
Anchovies by any other name will smell as bad.
Is this love or elaborate stench?

Pique my curiosity
I like a hint of mystery
But this my dear is patently absurd
I shouldn't need a PHD
to know if you are wanting me
So come on, spell it out for me, short words.

CHORUS

everybody's telling me to stop being clever
And everybody's telling me not to be stupid but

REPEAT FIRST VERSE

CHORUS

No translation for a broken heart x 2

[bz£]

Gather round, y'all, and sing along with "charcoal!"

Les anchois, les anchois, how i love les anchois
sauteed or fricaseed or even when raw
in salads, on pizzas, in worcestershire sauce
o! they're truly a food without flaw!

Take your schrod!
take your crab!
take your salmon away!
for there's only one fish I'll be eating today
if i was an astronaut in outer space,
i'd season my tang with anchovy paste.

Les anchois, les anchois, you're the tastiest fish!
there's nothing so salty or quite so delish!
if i met a genii who'd grant me three wishes
i'd skip the first two and get you on a dish!

Sacre bleu! quel dommage! i have no more anchois!
without them my dinner is sure to be blah!
o! i'm so sad, so confused, at a loss
i have no anchovies to stuff in my craw.

il n'y a plus d'anchois.

[PipeFist]

Les Anchois-Pipefist

I know that there was a time
Before I recognized the signs
When I hung from your words
They were sturdy, they were fine
But I heard about another guy
Who was cookin' pizza pie
Down at the Papa Johns
I dismissed it as a lie

Chorus:

You smell like les anchois(2x)
And heavy preferred stock
You smell like les anchois

And so it was at an end
And just so I don't offend
I want you to know I cared
But you are still a bitch
So I would like for you to see
What you've done is obscene
You've taken away my soul
You've ruined pizza for me

Repeat Chorus 2x

[Geoff WreckdoM]

Les Anchois
by WreckdoM

It's an anchor, it's an anchovie
It's an anchor, it's an anchovie

When you reach the peak of the bolder you climb
When the Sun burns your eyes and your frozen in time
The clouds will unfurl and God's hand reaches down
It slides right inside you and pulls something out
All the tar and the paste of the greed, lust and hate
The golden beam of peace bores a hole into your brain
The child, The man, The hero are one
Your love feeds the hungry and nurtures the Sun
And they all have the knowledge
And if you have the knowledge, then you know

It's an anchor, it's an anchovie
It's an anchor, it's an anchovie
It's an antfarm, it's an eggplant
It's a subplot, it's a taste test
It's a cowpie, it's a hotdog
It's a pinwheel, it's a raw deal
It's some hot pants, it's a squaredance
It's a crap shoot, it's a poop chute
It's a dumptruck, it's all po-dunk
It's an anchor, it's an anchovie
It's an anchor, it's an anchovie