This is the third installment of in my Lo-Fi Circus catalog.
Moving To Paris, lyrics by John Reneaud
I don't think Paris would understand me but yes I would live there
There's a beautiful grey and green that lasts forever
The cafes are brilliantly human and the girls work hard to make me love them
and so I laugh, what's wrong with any of that?
The sun looks the same only I seem to feel better
When I humming a reminiscent French melody
Drinking overdone coffee
Paris lights blind so beautifully
Men with vacuums step aside as I walk down the hall at the Peninsula
They don't know I'm working class
They smile and for some reason I believe they are happy servicing me
Entrees and American Jazz that's not quite right down in the lobby
The night is the same only it feels better
Leaning on the bar off the way in Paris
Foot tapping to bad but curious American Jazz
(Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah.) Paris lights blind so beautifully
I wish my friends, I miss my friends in ol' Parie they don't even know me anymore
I'm Jean ValJean singing happily about how I will never belong to any life normal
I'm thinking 'bout movin' to Paris
I'm thinking 'bout movin' to Paris
I wonder if they will even like me
Drinking burnt French coffee
Moving To Paris is the third installment in the Lo-Fi Circus catalog - which is pleasant yet edgy and off all at the same time.
The video edited by the Cosmic Egg Farm from simple AI prompted visuals mixed w/ video from the analog world for final output.
Lyrics, melody/music + recording/mix by John Reneaud all rights reserved © 2026
