Telephone

Lady GaGa

Transposer:

Hello, hello, baby you called, I cant hear a thing I have got no service in the club, you see, see Wha-wha-what did you say, huh, you're breaking up on me Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy K-kinda busy, k-kinda busy Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh ? You shoulda made some plans with me, you knew that I was free And now you wont stop calling me, I'm kinda busy Refrain : Stop callin', stop callin', I don't wanna think anymore I got my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin', I don't wanna talk anymore I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin me ! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy ! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin me ! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Can call all you want, but there's no one home, and you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club,and I'm sippin'that bubb, and you're not gonna reach my telephone Call when you want, but there's no one home, and you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin'that bubb, and you're not gonna reach my telephone Boy, the way you blowin'up my phone wont make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster, leave my girls no faster I shoulda left my phone at home, 'cause this is a disaster Callin'like a collector, sorry, I cannot answer Not that I don't like you, I'm just at a party And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station Tonight I'm not takin'no calls, cause I'll be dancin' Cause I'll be dancin'cause I'll be dancin' Tonight I'm not takin'no calls, cause I'll be dancin' Refrain (x2) My telephone, m-m-my telephone Cause I'm out in the club, and I'm sippin'that bubb, and you're not gonna reach my telephone My telephone, m-m-my telephone Cause I'm out in the club, and I'm sippin'that bubb, and you're not gonna reach my telephone Finale : We're sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time ^^

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La chanson évoque une jeune femme qui se trouve en soirée, lorsqu'elle reçoit des appels incessants d'une personne qui semble vouloir attirer son attention. Elle n'arrête pas de répéter qu'elle est occupée et qu'elle préfère profiter de la fête plutôt que de répondre. Le message sous-jacent montre sa volonté de vivre l'instant présent, de se déconnecter des obligations, et de ne pas se laisser distraire par son téléphone. Le contexte se situe dans une ambiance festive, où tout tourne autour de la danse, de la musique et des plaisirs du moment. Elle se sent débordée par les appels, comme si son téléphone était une source de stress au lieu d'être un simple outil de communication. C'est une représentation de la lutte moderne entre vie sociale et connectivité, et du choix délibéré de vibrer au rythme de la vie plutôt que de se cloisonner à des distractions numériques.

Le Chansonnier