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Just want to take the time to promote this awesome Belgian singer: Stromae and his new song Formidable!

His songs are in French (but this one has English subs) and deal with the problems of society.

In this clip he meshes his song together with a realistic performance, acting drunk on one of the main roads in Brussels, to show the problems of alcoholism. He even made the newspaper without anyone suspecting that his drunkenness was for show!

You might also know Stromae from his past hit song Alors on danse.

loquaciously-grandiloquent:


Tell me where it’s from
Finally i’d be where i want
Mother says when we search good
We’ll be done looking forever

She says he is never very far
he goes to work every day
Mother says working is good
Better than being in bad company
isn’t it?

Where are you, papa?
Tell me, where are you papa?
Without even talking to him,
he knows what he did wrong.
It’s holy papa,
Tell me where are you broken!
It must…
I have at least one thousand times, I
Counted my fingers
Hé!

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Even, if we believe it or not
There’ll be a day we’ll believe it no more
A day or another, we’ll be complete papa
And one day or the other we’ll be going away

Will we be hateful?
Will we be admirable?
Broodstock or geniuses
Tell us who gave
responsibility without caring!

Ah tell us who has diarrhea
Everyone knows
how to raise a child
But no one knows
How to raise a father
Mister i know it all,
We have inherited, that’s it.

Sucking his thumb too much or what?
Tell us where it’s broken,
It must…
be at least one thousand times we have
eaten our fingers
Hé!

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you, papa?
Tell me, where are you papa?
Without even talking to him,
he knows what he did wrong.
It’s holy papa,
Tell me where are you broken!
It must…
I have at least one thousand times, I
Counted my fingers
Hé!

Where are you, papa?
Tell me, where are you papa?
Without even talking to him,
he knows what he did wrong.
It’s holy papa,
Tell me where are you broken!
It must…
I have at least one thousand times, I
Counted my fingers
Hé!

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you? Pa, where are you?
Where are you, are you, where papa, are you?

Smart as little girl
always on the run
playing with a fire
when daddy’s gone.

Falling in love on stolen wine
where did we go wrong my foolish child?
She said…

I’m too young to drink
too green to think
you say these things
and it wears me out.
Too young too frail
but sometimes I feel like old blue jeans
‘cause you wear me out.
You wear me out.

Who are you to judge
miss accidental wife.
Who was the genius
that brought me to life?

Well you’re such a hypocrite
to think me so unwise.
I’m just trying to see the world
through my own eyes.
But you say…

I’m too young to drink
too green to think
you say these things
and it wears me out.
Too young too frail
but sometimes I feel like old blue jeans
‘cause you wear me out.
You wear me out.

Well I’m tattered and torn
see what you do.
Just admit it was all because of you
when I don’t come home
‘til the early morning.

I’m too young to drink
too green to think
you say these things
and it wears me out.
Too young too frail
but sometimes I feel like old blue jeans
‘cause you wear me out.
You wear me out.

Don’t you know that you wear me out.
You wear me out.

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