Paris - Live from Madison Square Garden, New York. 07.11.22 (Amazon Music Live) The 1975
"Paris" by The 1975, released in 2022, is a #PopRock anthem exploring themes of love, longing, and escapism. The lyrics convey a yearning for connection amidst chaos, with a backdrop of vibrant instrumentation and catchy melodies. Its live performance highlights the band's energetic stage presence, resonating with fans globally.
[Verse 1]
She said 'hello' (Hello), she was letting me know
We share friends in Soho (Oh)
She's a pain in the nose
I'm a pain in women's clothes
"And you're a walking overdose in a greatcoat"
And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packet
She had to leave because she couldn't hack it
Not enough noise and too much racket
"I think I've spent all my money and your friends, oh"
[Chorus]
How I'd love to go to Paris again
How I'd love to go to Paris again
And again and again
[Verse 2]
Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gram
You call yourself a friend?
I got two left feet and I'm starting to cheat
On my girlfriend again (Where does this go?)
I caught her picking her nose
As the crowd cheered for an overdose
And I don't suppose you know where this train goes
There was a party that she had to miss
Because her friend kept cutting her wrists
Hyperpoliticized sexual trysts
"Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist"
I said, "Hey kids, we're all just the same
What a shame"
She said 'hello' (Hello), she was letting me know
We share friends in Soho (Oh)
She's a pain in the nose
I'm a pain in women's clothes
"And you're a walking overdose in a greatcoat"
And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packet
She had to leave because she couldn't hack it
Not enough noise and too much racket
"I think I've spent all my money and your friends, oh"
[Chorus]
How I'd love to go to Paris again
How I'd love to go to Paris again
And again and again
[Verse 2]
Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gram
You call yourself a friend?
I got two left feet and I'm starting to cheat
On my girlfriend again (Where does this go?)
I caught her picking her nose
As the crowd cheered for an overdose
And I don't suppose you know where this train goes
There was a party that she had to miss
Because her friend kept cutting her wrists
Hyperpoliticized sexual trysts
"Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist"
I said, "Hey kids, we're all just the same
What a shame"
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