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BEY

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You may have the money
But you’ve got to go
It’s sensible
It’s sensible
And those endless seasons
That go on and on
Incredible

But I’d sooner get out
And remember where we went last year
You said everything about it moved on your career
If you want to go
I’ll take you back one day

Because this isn’t Paris
And this isn’t London
And it’s not Berlin
And it’s not Hong Kong
Not Tokyo
If you want to go
I’ll take you back one day

It feels so good in the bay (BEY?)
It feels so good in the bay






You may have the body
But do you have the song?
Let’s make this happen
Let’s make this happen
And those endless beaches
That go on and on
It’s magical

But I’d sooner get out
Remember where we went last year
You said everything about it moved on your career
If you want to go
I’ll take you back one day

Because this isn’t Paris
And this isn’t London
And it’s not Berlin
And it’s not Hong Kong
Not Tokyo
If you want to go
I’ll take you back one day

It feels so good in the bay
It feels so good in the bay



It’s funny how this song written about some town in Devon seems written about Beirut.
or maybe I’m just reading into it.
The bay? Definitely not that bey but BEY… the way we appear on airline tickets and on airport information screens.

The crazy thing is Metronomy‘s hit from their 3rd album The English Riviera also seems to be written about Beirut…

You’re up and you’ll get down
You’re never running from this town
Kinda think you said
You’ll never get anything better than this
‘Cause you’re going round in circles

And everyone knows you’re trouble
‘Cause you read it in a big book
And now you’re giving me the look look
But just remember how we shook shook
And all the things we took took
This town’s the oldest friend of mine
‘Cause you read it in a big book






Get up and we get down
We’re always running round this town
And to think they said
We’d never make anything better than this

‘Cause we’re always in small circles
And everyone thinks we’re in trouble
We didn’t read it in a big book
And now we’re giving you the look look
Just remember how we shook shook
And all the things we took took
This town’s the oldest friend of mine



OK, so maybe my theories aren’t bulletproof but here’s a song in Spanish and Arabic by an unknown band that was definitely written about Beirut. And it’s so so good: Ahlan W Sahlan!

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February 26, 2012 at 22:37

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Pretty ugly

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Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don’t remember
You don’t remember
Why don’t you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don’t you remember my name?
I guess he does….






I love the track and the video. And I love that the lyrics popped into my head after I had prepared the whole post and was looking for a title. So it’s like a cherry on top that kinda changes the whole perspective. Here’s how this was supposed to start:





In the fairground Pretty Lisa’s selling candy by the bar
Pretty Lisa’s training hard to be a high-wire star

Lisa’s life is just a journey upon a roundabout
Everything is very pretty until the ride runs out

Dashing Tony is her trainer he got straight white teeth
Lisa thinks that he is an angel, but he’s a pimp and he’s a thief

Well, life is just a ride upon a roundabout
But pretty soon, that ride it will run out

Tony has his pretty Lisa tattooed from head toe
Now he’s sitting in a booth with her in the freak show

Tony hits his pretty Lisa but everything is fine
The tattoos they hide the bruises every time


Do you know Alex Beaupain? I thought I had discovered him in Les Chansons d’amour but I had already seen 17 fois Cécile Cassard so that means this was my first encounter






Now the party is over
And I guess I’m over too
The music is going slower
I just can’t take my eyes off you
Pretty killer, little crime
Dancing with another guy
Have no chance to kiss you later
I think I’ve lost too many times
And now I’m too drunk to be your lover
You’re to sober to be mine
Pretty killer, little crime
Dancing with another guy
There’s no more ‘come on Eileen’
No more DJs to save my life
What could I do to frighten him?
I forgot to take my knife
Pretty killer, little crime
Dancing with another guy
Pretty killer, kills me well
Dances with all the men



And now, the reason for this post’s title





Sunshine
Been keeping me up for days
There is no nightime
It’s only a passing phase
And I feel pretty
Pretty enough for you
I felt so ugly before
I didn’t know what to do

Sometimes
Is all I feel up to now
But it’s not worth it to you
Because you got to get high somehow
Is it destruction
That you’re required to feel?
Like somebody wants you
Someone that’s more for real

Sunshine
Been keeping me up for days
There is no nightime
Only a passing phase
And I’ll feel pretty
Another hour or two
I felt so ugly before
I didn’t know what to do
Ugly before



But let’s end this on an uplifting positive note:





I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It’s alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I’m real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You’ll know her the minute you see her,
She’s the one who is in an advanced state of shock.

She thinks she’s in love.
She thinks she’s in Spain.
She isn’t in love,
She’s merely insane.

It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it’s fleas.

Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!

Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!

MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:

GIRLS
What mirror where?

MARIA
Who can that attractive girl be?

GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?

MARIA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

GIRLS
Such a pretty me!

ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!



And the last piece of sunshine:





Oh little bitty pretty one (Little bitty pretty)
Come on and talk to me (Little bitty pretty)
Lovey dovey lovely one (Little bitty pretty)
Come sit down on my knee (Little bitty pretty)

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February 21, 2012 at 16:04

Pretty Woman

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I don’t believe you
You mock the truth
No one could look as good as you


A lot of prettiness in the air today. I don’t know why I’m on a roll. Expect a fourth(!) post very soon….
I like googling lyrics. I always thought he said “you’re NOT the truth”.





Pretty woman walkin’ down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman, I don’t believe you
You mock the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy

Pretty woman, won’t you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldn’t help but see
Pretty woman, and you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me

Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you’ll stay with me

Cause I need you
I’ll treat you right
Come to me baby
Be mine tonight

Pretty woman, don’t walk on by
Pretty woman, don’t make me cry
Pretty woman, don’t walk away
hey…ok…

If that’s the way it must be, OK
I guess I’ll go on home, it’s late
There’ll be tomorrow night
But wait, what do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, she’s walking back to me
O-Oh
Pretty woman.


Anyway, you know the track, you know the movie, but do you know anything about Roy Orbison? Apart from the fact that he looks like an old lesbian? more specifically, KD Lang? Or that his dark glasses always seem to be falling off his face?… I apologise in advance if my humour seems a bit derogatory. I know a tread a very thin line…

Just in case, you didn’t know, he was a Traveling Wilbury alongside Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne and Tom Petty!

And he’s got at least 3 really amazing songs: In Dreams (remember Blue Vevet?) You Got It and I Drove All Night











Remember that Video? It’s Jason Priestley / Brandon on 90210!


Anyway, lets go back to Pretty Woman. Here’s a fantastic Bollywood version with Shahrukh Khan





And the very controversial 2 Live Crew version. It was an important lawsuit that went all the way to the supreme court and changed the doctrine regarding samples, parodies and fair use…




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February 21, 2012 at 15:20

Pretty in Pink

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caroline laughs and it’s raining all day
she loves to be one of the girls
she lives in the place in the side of our lives
where nothing is ever put straight
she turns her self round and
she smiles and she says
this is it
that’s the end of the joke
and loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
and her lovers walk through in their coats
pretty in pink isn’t she
pretty in pink
isn’t she






all of her lovers all talk of her notes
and the flowers that they never sent
and wasn’t she easy
and isn’t she pretty in pink
the one who insists he was first in the line
is the last to remember her name
he’s walking around in this dress that she wore
she is gone but the joke’s the same
pretty in pink isn’t she
pretty in pink
isn’t she

caroline talks to you softly sometimes
she says “i love you” and “too much”
she doesn’t have anything you want to steal
well nothing you can touch
she waves
she buttons your shirt
the traffic is waiting outside
she hands you this coat
she gives you her clothes
these cars collide
pretty in pink isn’t she
pretty in pink
isn’t she

caroline’s on the table screaming
confidence is in the sea
and all their favorite rags are worn
and other kinds of uniform
they kid you you’re really free
and you know what you want to be
case of individuality
until tomorrow
and everything you are you’ll see
in pure shiny buttons
they put you in this gear
and driveways broken
doorbell sings in chimes
it plays anything goes
bells toll in rhyme



I love this daytrotter cover. There’s also the Ariel Aparicio version: “and it feels like love”





and the original of course by the Psychedelic Furs from the John Hughes movie of the same name





Best scene ever… obviously. This one’s for you




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February 21, 2012 at 14:37

Pretty thing

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Don’t you know that I would
Never hurt you
You are such a pretty thing






My arms they are a
See through plastic
My arms are a secret
Bloodless, skinless mass

My arms they are a
See through plastic
They’re a bloodless plastic
Skinless plastic

My arms they are
See-through plastic
They are glass

Don’t you know that I would
Never hurt you
You are such a pretty thing

I know I wish sometimes just
So I could explain things
Explain things
I wish that every time he
touched me left a mark

I fell down in the dark
Don’t you start
I through down for my love
I almost threw up on the spot
When you showed up in the top
I almost threw up on the spot

And I want just to get it out
Get it out

I wish I had another hole to
Get it out (trepanation)

These drugs they are making
Me so sad
I can’t stop taking them
This night it is making me so sad

And if there was a way
To get it out I wanna get it out
If there was a way
To get it out I wanna get it out






Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I’ve made some breakfast and coffee
I look out my window what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they’re here to stay

What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we came here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they’re here to stay

Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things)
Don’t you know you’re driving your
Mamas and Papas insane
Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things)
Don’t you know you’re driving your
Mamas and Papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don’t kid yourself they belong to you
They’re the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
We’ve finished our news
Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they’re here to stay

Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things)
Don’t you know you’re driving your
Mamas and Papas insane
Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things)
Don’t you know you’re driving your
Mamas and Papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior






Where Did You Come From Lady
And Ooh Won’t You Take Me There
Right Away Won’t You Baby
Tendoroni You’ve Got To Be
Spark My Nature
Sugar Fly With Me
Don’t You Know Now
Is The Perfect Time
We Can Make It Right
Hit The City Lights
Then Tonight Ease The Lovin’ Pain
Let Me Take You To The Max

[Chorus]
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin’ (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin’ Care
And I’ll Take You There
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin’ (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin’ Care
I’ll Shake You There

[Background]
Anywhere You Wanna Go

[2nd Verse]
Nothin’ Can Stop This Burnin’
Desire To Be With You
Gotta Get To You Baby
Won’t You Come, It’s Emergency
Cool My Fire Yearnin’
Honey, Come Set Me Free
Don’t You Know Now Is The Perfect Time
We Can Dim The Lights
Just To Make It Right
In The Night
Hit The Lovin’ Spot
I’ll Give You All That I’ve Got

[Chorus]
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin’ (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin’ Care
And I’ll Take You There
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin’ (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin’ Care
I’ll Take You There

Breakdown
Pretty Young Things, Repeat After Me
[Michael] I Said Na Na Na
[P.Y.T.’S] Na Na Na
[Michael] Na Na Na Na
[P.Y.T.’S] Na Na Na Na
[Michael] Na Na Na
[P.Y.T.’S] Na Na Na
[Michael] I Said Na Na Na Na Na
[P.Y.T.’S] Na Na Na Na Na
[Michael] I’ll Take You There

[Chorus]
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin’ (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin’ Care
And I’ll Take You There
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin’ (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin’ Care
I’ll Take You There


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February 21, 2012 at 14:11

Pauvre con

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Parfois les choses se font toutes seules. Sans réfléchir. Des automatismes, des coincidences.
Jigsaw literally falling into place…
Y’a deux jours j’ai découvert une reprise assez spéciale du Requiem pour u c… par le duo Kouyaté & Neerman sorti sur No Format





Puis aujourd’hui au détour d’un clic sur la page des Inrocks je tombe Blow Up: Le top 5 de Gainsbourg au cinéma

Et j’ai trouvé en première place du palmarès, la rencontre Gabin/Gainsbourg dans Le Pacha, un film de Lautner et d’Audiard de 1968.

Magnifique





Ecoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air là
J’espère que tu aimes
C’est assez beau non
C’est le requiem pour un con

Je l’ai composé spécialement pour toi
A ta mémoire de scélérat
C’est un joli thème
Tu ne trouves pas
Semblable à toi même
Pauvre con

Voici les orgues
Qui remettent ça
Faut qu’t’apprennes par coeur cet air là
Que tu n’aies pas même
Une hésitation
Sur le requiem pour un con

Quoi tu me regardes
Tu n’apprécies pas
Mais qu’est-ce qu’y a là dedans
Qui t’plaît pas
Pour moi c’est idem
Que ça t’plaise ou non
J’te l’rejoue quand même
Pauvre con

Ecoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air là
J’espère que tu aimes
C’est assez beau non
C’est le requiem pour un con

Je l’ai composé spécialement pour toi
A ta mémoire de scélérat
Sur ta figure blême
Aux murs des prisons
J’inscrirai moi-même : ” Pauvre con “



Et puis par souçi d’exhaustivité je vous rajoute la face B, Psychasténie





puis, Requiem pour un Twister





et enfin, la reprise de l’Anamour par Depardieu qui était en 2ème du Top 5 des Inrocks.

D’ailleurs il a l’air plutôt bien ce film…


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February 20, 2012 at 00:56

Cat teased my childhood fire

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I let my music take me where
My heart wants to go


I went to the Cat Stevens/Yusuf concert last night. It was a trip down memory lane. He played most of the best-known songs except for Sad Lisa and – more importantly for the Lebanese audience who asked for it all night long – My Lady D’Arbanville. He apologised explaining that he was now married and that his wife would kill him. He was actually pretty funny during the whole show but perhaps his british accent didn’t help? He explained that we all needed security and that family was important so he wouldn’t be able to sing it. Now, being the total music nerd that I am, I had already googled all the setlists of all his latest concerts and he doesn’t play that track. Probably because it was one those deep first cuts… Patti D’Arbanville was a model in London and she left for New York in order to join Andy Warhol’s Factory. To him she was dead and he mourned her in this gorgeous song.





My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,

My Lady d’Arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter,
your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.



I had a couple of knee-jerk reactions during the show: his lyrics can be slightly corny and he can be a bit too spiritual and preachy. But I don’t think it’s because of his conversion to Islam. He was always a bit like that, taking the time to think things through every time he fell on hard times. For example – useless trivia number 318 – he wrote most of the songs for his 3 best albums when he was recovering from tuberculosis in 1969. That was the first time Stevens began to question aspects of his life, and spirituality.

So yes, some of the members of the audience might have found him too religious or too focused on the new songs. But I managed to find real emotion during at least 3 moments during the concert.
He started his show alone on stage: The Wind





I listen to the wind
To the wind of my soul
Where I’ll end up well I think,
Only God really knows
I’ve sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but
They fall far below
I let my music take me where
My heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil’s lake
But never, never never never
I’ll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never



It seems the organizers were right to strip the show down from 3 hours to 2: Lebanese audiences can’t take more than 2 hours without becoming fidgety. However having checked other setlists I think he managed to squeeze in as many hits as possible (and maybe slightly too many new songs). But I didn’t get as many tracks from the soundtrack to Harold and Maude as I had hoped.
If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out?
On the Road to Find Out?
At least we got a beautiful rendition of Don’t Be Shy





Don’t be shy just let your feelings roll on by
Don’t wear fear or nobody will know you’re there
Just lift your head, and let your feelings out instead
And don’t be shy, just let your feeling roll on by
On by

You know love is better than a song
Love is where all of us belong
So don’t be shy just let your feelings roll on by
Don’t wear fear or nobody will know you’re there
You’re there


Which reminds me of something my father told me at lunch today. Don’t be shy, because he who is shy, does not have children (yelle byestehe ma bi jib wled)—> perfect transition





Well I think it’s fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, ’cause you can get anything.

I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
so tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can’t get off.

Oh, I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
so tell me, where do the children play?

Well you’ve cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
’til there’s no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?



This song wasn’t on the initial setlist he’d sent for the concert.
But I was so glad he sang it. Weren’t you?

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February 19, 2012 at 16:25

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