⦾ . Le Menu de la Nuit by Fierro y Fe
[Style of Music: The song begins as a slow, creeping, cinematic Voodoo Blues, full of dread. A gravel-voiced baritone storyteller with a thick French accent sings over a plodding upright bass and the sound of dragging chains. Then, at the chorus, it must abruptly accelerate into a manic, driving, unhinged Klezmer-Polka / Circus Funk breakdown. This frenzied section is led by a deranged, laughing toy saxophone, wild blues harmonica, and a carnivalesque rhythm from scrapyard percussion. The track should end by crashing back into silence.]
⦾ . Le Menu de la Nuit by Fierro y Fe
[Style of Music: The song begins as a slow, creeping, cinematic Voodoo Blues, full of dread. A gravel-voiced baritone storyteller with a thick French accent sings over a plodding upright bass and the sound of dragging chains. Then, at the chorus, it must abruptly accelerate into a manic, driving, unhinged Klezmer-Polka / Circus Funk breakdown. This frenzied section is led by a deranged, laughing toy saxophone, wild blues harmonica, and a carnivalesque rhythm from scrapyard percussion. The track should end by crashing back into silence.]
Lyrics
Intro
Sound of a cold wind blowing through a broken window
A single, slow, metallic clank, followed by the sound of a chain being dragged across concrete
A lonely, mournful blues harmonica plays a simple, sad melody over a slow, plodding upright bass
Verse
Vocals: tired, melancholic baritone with a heavy French accent, almost spoken-word
Ze moon is a coin for a peep show in hell
And I have a front seat, I know zis part well
Zis belt on my waist, it gets hungry before I do
It hums a low tune... a terrible fizz, just for me and for you...
Transformation Chorus
Music starts to build tension, bass gets more agitated
And ze hunger, it sings... a NEW song in my head!
DRUMS KICK IN - THE SONG EXPLODES INTO A FAST, MANIC, DRIVING POLKA/SWING RHYTHM
Vocals become a joyful, barking shout
It goes YUM! YUM! YUM! Forget you are dead!
Wild, screeching, laughing toy saxophone solo tears through the rhythm
No more man, no more tears, no more thinking at all!
Just ze beat of ze feast! Just ze fun of ze fall! Allez!
Dance Break / Frenzy
The manic Polka/Circus Funk rhythm continues at full speed. The harmonica and toy saxophone trade wild, chaotic, laughing solos. The vocalist shouts gleeful, guttural ad-libs in French like "C'est bon!", "Encore!"
Instrumental
Verse 2 - The Fiesta
Vocals are sung rapidly, joyfully, over the fast rhythm
Ze lights of ze city, zey blur and zey run!
Every shadow is hiding a sweet-tasting fun!
My legs, zey are springs, and my heart is a drum!
Singing YUM! YUM! YUM! 'til ze morning will come!
Outro
On the final word "come," the entire band stops DEAD on a single, crashing, dissonant chord. The toy saxophone holds one last, sour, fading note that sounds like a dying laugh.
Vocals return to the original slow, tired, horrified whisper
The party... is over.
The belt... is loose.
And mes mains...
A long pause
...zey are sticky and red.
A single, sharp coyote laugh, very close to the microphone, then final silence.