Didn't mention any acts I like.

Track 10 - Meurtre à l'extincteur.

Ger-oovy.

To extinguish the fire in Marilou's ass
One night no longer able to take the jealousy
I ran to the hallway of the hotel to take from its mount
The fire extinguisher

Brandishing the cylinder
I strike - paff! - and Marilou starts moaning
From her dented cranium escapes vermilion blood
Identical to the red that bleeds from the appliance
She performs a final somersault onto the linoleum, a final tremor
I push the nozzle
The body of Marilou disappears under the foam

Track 11 - Marilou sous la neige.

Sounds like Puff the Magic Dragon.

Singing.

Marilou rests under the snow
And I say to myself and I say again
All of these drawings I did as a child
I’ve been able to preserve them fresh and new

From my Lou in the comics strips I
Scanned the speech bubbles
When I saw myself excluded from their games
Erotic, I made a disease

All rights of reproduction prohibited
Being naive I thought that protected me
The rights of the Opera Mundi copyright

Oh my Lou I had to cut it short
Your existence
This is how Marilou fell asleep under the snow
Carbon dioxide fire extinguisher

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Didn't mention any acts I like.

I think you might like something like Billion Dollar Babies by Alice Cooper, it's quite different to his straight rock stuff.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Sounds like Puff the Magic Dragon.

The Littlest Hobo.

Last track - Lunatic Asylum.

Marilou
Marilou
Les parasites de radio poux
Ont brouillé mes messages
Fou, que j'étais de toi
Marilou!

Marilou, Marilou
The little playboy bunny
Gnaws on my vegetable skull
Shoeshine boy

Oh Marilou, little cabbage
Who rolled me between her fingers like a Caporal (a brand of tobacco)
Sucked me like a  lozenge
She knew the cabbage dialect - pou pou pidou

You know, my Lou, in this white clinic
Neuro-psychiatric
Through patience and inaction,
I was able to train up a hanneton (a type of beetle)

On my head a helipad, a heli-beetle
Its golden elytra (beetle carapace)
Closes the passenger compartment
Tilts its adjustable S.O.S. antennas

But backside torpedo! The moths fluttering with distress
Intercept in flight my distress signals - tough luck!

Marilou
Marilou
Radio-lice parasites scrambled my messages
That I was madly in love with you, Marilou

More jaws-harp.

I've had another bottle of beer, I can't understand a word now.

This was especially hard to translate.

Oh, I understood that word.

All the stuff about heli-beetles.

Nightjar wrote:

This was especially hard to translate.

Err.. have you heard of a thing called Google Translate? It's a new thing I believe.