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A lot of people have been asking me why I’ve chosen this format.
Or why I chose a slightly darker theme for certain posts.
Trying to read into them as if they were a doorway to my soul.
Why am I doing it? Maybe this small text in French can clarify things. A friend sent it to me a few weeks ago and it’s from an article in Magazine Litéraire on Paul Ricoeur (I think).
Still hiding behind other people’s words. Hopefully mine will emerge soon enough.


La narration de sa propre vie, quelque forme qu’on lui donne, offre à chacun la liberté et la créativité de l’écrivain, mais aussi la satisfaction du lecteur – celle de découvrir une histoire cohérente et fouillée. Les variations, les détails incongrus et sans liens mutuels prennent sens dans une œuvre qui n’appartient qu’à soi





زياد الرحباني – هيك بتعمل هيك


….
أني عم بفكر أبقى اني …وياك، ليك، ليه عم تعمل هيك…
هاي تاني مرة بتحكيني هيك… ليك… ليه عم تعمل هيك…
ياحبيب الروح شو عم بتسوي… نايم تاركني عم ضوي…
ياعواطف حاجة تتلوي… هيك… صعبة العيشة هيك…



This song by Ziad Rahbani has been a favorite of mine since its release in 1995. Leih 3am ta3mel heik translates roughly as “Why are doing this?”
Now if we want another take on the same question, let’s go to Marianne Faithfull’s Why D’ya do it?





When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak,
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week.
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ?

Why’d ya do it she said, why’d you let her suck your cock ?
Oh, do me a favour, don’t put me in the dark.
Why’d ya do it, she said, they’re mine all your jewels,
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools.

Why’d ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
‘Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor.
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you spit on my snatch ?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ?

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why’d you do it, she said, ain’t nothing to laugh,
You just tore all our kisses right in half!

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d ya do what you did,
Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch.

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why’d ya do it, she screamed, after all we’ve said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed.

The whole room was swirling,
Her lips were still curling.

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d ya do it, she said,
Why’d you do what you did ?

Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather.
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did …

Ah, I feel better now


I love the lyrics. Probably one of the best jealousy songs ever. It was initially released on Broken English, her comeback album in 1979. It’s weird to see her singing it in that video above: a bit older, in Irina Palm mode. Watch the trailer and the amazing bonus below and find this movie!
She reminds me a bit of Catherine Deneuve in Les Bien-Aimés.
Probably for the wrong reasons.





BONUS: (Don’t miss it!)





And one final song in order to justify the cover illustrating this post: Question Mark & the Mysterians.
Plus the lyrics work well with Irina Palm…





Do something to me
I’ve got to find love in a hurry
Do something to me
Help me to ease all the worry

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October 28, 2011 at 18:59

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