Christine and the Queens – La marcheuse

Following her English only release 5 Dollars released just over a week ago, Christine and the Queens releases her first French only single, the sublime La marcheuse.If Héloïse Letissier’s 80’s pop style could be bottled up and sold on, the magic moments that songs such as La marcheuse conjure up would no longer be deemed as a moment in time. La marcheuse possesses such a high level of beauty that even understanding absolutely none of what is said makes no difference to how truly disruptive the French artist can be.

A translation of La Marcheuse will unearth pride, haunted with violence at every turn, readying arms for easy violence, seeking out the aggressive looks, unafraid of the hands of those who may oppose Letissier, even try and stop her or stand in her way. A lack of translation will unearth the same thing. Tremendous pride, that is decorated with violence that has revealed an unworldly beauty which effortlessly blurs the boundaries between language, igniting passion and art to speak clearer than any words could ever dream to manage. La marcheuse est tout simplement un chef-d’œuvre.

I'll walk for a long time

And I'm going to find the fists that redraw

I'll look shamelessly

The shots brought on me the easy violence

I'm going to walk all the time and I'm going to force the aggressive looks

I always go ahead

I can't wait to find

Easy violence

This is

Christmas in May, I drank nothing

Bottom of the building, you didn't see anything

When I move furiously

All débaguée, the pale lips

Attracts birds to me

Dried blood on my skin

People are in fear that my boxer disease is ready I will walk for a long time

And I'm going to find the fists that redraw

I'll look shamelessly

The shots brought on me the easy violence

I'm going to walk all the time and I'm going to force the aggressive looks

I always go ahead

I can't wait to find

Easy violence

It is the clear ideas that I expect

A purple emerges on the temple solitude, it's perfect, when it hits there is no one crying

Fever in the morning, new air

I got it, I'm going to get it out

Ah the wound is nothing, I experienced worse, I experienced the shame

I'll walk for a long time

And I'm going to find the fists that redraw

I'll look shamelessly

The shots brought on me the easy violence

I'm going to walk all the time and I'm going to force the aggressive looks

I always go ahead

I can't wait to find
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