The French band Les Rois de la Suède (The Kings of Sweden) recently released a new song called "Le P’tit Gros de Tokio Hotel", which translates to "The little fat guy in Tokio Hotel". They said the inspiration for the song came to them about a year ago when they saw posters advertising Tokio Hotel’s show in Paris in the subways. The first thing they noticed was the three tall, slim band members, then Gustav who seemed a little further in the background and noticeably larger than the rest.
A short part of an interview with the band is below, along with a YouTube video of the song and the translated lyrics. Before you read the lyrics, let me warn you: They seem a lot meaner in English than they do in French. Make sure to give your thoughts!
CL: In your lyrics, everyone gets their feather ruffled. There is the song "The little fattie of Tokio Hotel"...
Ivan: Actually, the song about Tokio Hotel is from me. It was about a year ago. I was in the subway and there were posters everywhere of Tokio Hotel announcing a concert in Paris. On the poster, three group members were slender and thin and then there was the drummer who probably put on a little weight during the tour. Nothing too serious, but compared to the other three, it was immediately sharply noticeable...
Mr. Octopus: You had a bunch of really cool guys and distanced thanks to photoshop there was a little fat guy.
Ivan: Actually, it was a song of compassion. We thought what a horrible life he must live now after having all this life of debauchery, and it all stopped for him. Plus, he is called Gustav so it must not be easy for him... Well, this song is primarily a more global reasoning about the consideration of artists by their fans in general.
Often, I think about you,
little fat guy
Before I go on stage
In front of this ungrateful crowd
who don’t forgive you anything
These groupies who ignore you,
Who mistreat you
These pre-menstruated fans
Who stare down at you like a dog
Under the spotlight
You remain in the shadow
Eyes are avoiding you
And dark eyeshadows
Are turning towards
the (femalle) singer of your band
The prettiest
You are only the drummer
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
Because you are the idol of youngsters
who eats his lunch way too often
Icon of emos
Who doesn’t chew words only
After the concert
You go to the Hotel
Stripping the minibar
of all the bretzels
You are stuffing your face
while there are moanings next door
while fans are deflowered massively
Every night
Like us, you are ready to do anything
To be able to be wild on stage
put down your pants
Sell your little sister and her hymen
Play drums for 60 hours
Every weekend
But the game(I don’t recognize the slang exactly)
is not worth it
If it is over
for the lil’fattie , that is quite cruel
The lil’fattie of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
They gave you square glasses
To change your look
To make an intellectual out of you
But, in truth lil’fat guy
You’d rather have a Mickey D
Sponsors give you
Gothic clothes
But none of it is your size
Your mother sews you elastics
You are drooling in front of the chicks
Who are comming for the one(feminine pronoun used)
with spikes on her head
On the posters
You are far too stretched
You overflow
on the twin sisters
Don’t cry
Your tears are full of sugar and fat
They are sticking like honey
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
Chips, Schnaps,Chubby
Das gros Krokodile
Youpla hey, yololoi
pierced nipple playmobil
In 50 years you will re-watch the videos
You’ll definitely feel shame then
You’d wish you were the fat one in TTC, but no..
One day your femalle singer(‘s voice)
will crack for good
You will be loaded with money
But whatever for?
Another Babybel, and fattie,
you’ll be too heavy to go up in heaven
Ô lil’ fattie of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
The lil’fat guy of Tokio Hotel
If you’re bored
Promise
Cross my heart
and hope to die
You come to les rois de la Suède
F.A.R
There’s nothing to do
The chick, with us you’ll see
Generally, it’s not really “it”
There are tons but they don’t want
Here, you won’t suffer
However, there is food backstage
You won’t stuff your pockets
otherwise you’re good for the krauts
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