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Pierrot le Fou quote


Je ne sais plus si c’est Anna Karina qui m’a fait découvrir ce morceau ou si c’est Jeanne Moreau



En tout cas, elle a beaucoup chanté chez Godard. D’ailleurs, dans Pierrot Le fou elle chante aussi cette chanson magnifique.



Et bien sur, elle a chanté avec d’autres dans les années 60…
Même si au cinéma c’est face à Brialy qu’elle a chanté le morceau suivant, je préfère cette version avec son auteur-compositeur.

Et là je pourrai aller n’importe où:
Le Beau Serge avec Brialy mais sans Gainsbourg?
Ou tout simplement cet autre extrait d’Anna?

Il en a eu des interprètes Serge, et pas des moindres…

Dani et Daho?

Sa version n’ayant apparu que bien plus tard, on a l’impression que c’est lui qui les reprend.

Et Deneuve bien sûr…

Et voila j’arrive enfin à la chanson qui a déclenché ce délire.

Et son personnage la chantant dans sa jeunesse.

Je suis presqu’un inconditionnel d’Alex Beaupain et de Christophe Honoré: Les Chansons d’amour, les Bien-aimés… et même les morceaux “solo” qui sont malheureusement introuvables en ligne.

C’est pas Gainsbourg mais c’est bon et ça fait du bien par où ça passe.
Désolé, mais comme monsieur Beaupain se protège dans le monde virtuel, faut cliquer pour télécharger/écouter ce morceau.

Je veux de l’alcool
Comme discipline d’école
Et si je décline, so cold
Aspirine et Sorbitol

Je veux de la drogue
Comme mes idoles de Vogue
Et si je décolle “so high”
Qu’on m’arrête en plein vol

Mais pas d’amour
Pas de baiser, pas d’être aimé, pas d’alentours

Je veux du sexe
Comme au dortoir qui vexe
Et quand ça part, réflexe
Qu’on m’essuie d’un Kleenex

Je veux de la nuit
Comme désespoir la pluie
Et si j’espère quand même
Punissez moi c’est que j’oublie

Mais pas d’amour
Pas de baiser, pas d’être aimé, pas d’alentours

Tu dis mon petit quand on est poli
On dit pas je veux, on dit j’aimerais

Je dis je veux même si c’est pas joli
Car moi plus jamais
J’aimerai

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Entschuldigung!

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Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
I said
Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
Ich nicht sprechen Deutsch!
Entschuldigung!

B-Side of the single released two days ago!

Who’d have thunk it? Watching PSB again on Friday in Berlin. And yes, before listening to this song I couldn’t even say “I don’t speak German”. However, my dear friend K made sure he taught me Entschuldigung before “leaving” me all alone in Germany.

I’ve got an amazing weekend coming up:
Jagwar Ma and SOHN at First Take We Take Berlin
followed by Blur, Pet Shop Boys, Bjork, My Bloody Valentine, Pantha du Prince, John
Talabot… at the Berlin Festival in the middle of an abandoned airport
and on Monday I’ll relax with Debussy and Ravel at the Berlin Philharmonie

Did I just rub it in your face? Oh, I’m sorry.
I mean Entschuldigung!

Take that trip down memory lane
Where you’re never gonna feel the same
Where you’re never gonna take the blame
Change your name, now you out the game
So you head outside, feel the rain
Something in your brain can’t break the chain
Same mistake again, fake the pain again,
Day to day you prowl, wakey wakey now
Holy cow you’re in doubt
You left and now you feel down
Your heart lies back in that town
So creep back in, don’t make a sound
Or lose your crown again, sleep around again
Tell your friends that you’re proud
Or ask yourself what you really want from life
Don’t follow that crowd!

I never tried to make you
walk into the deep end
and now I find myself
awake from all the weekend
I never tried to cause
that Sunday morning creep-in
I want to stay
but I must row that boat home

It’s Thursday night
Let’s get it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Starting tonight
Let’s do it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend

PS: yes, Love is a Bourgeois construct and Schadenfreude is such an amazing word.

When you walked out you did me a favour
It’s absolutely clear to me
that love is a bourgeois construct
just like they said at university
I’ll be taking my time for a long time
with all the schadenfreude it’s cost
calculating what you’ve lost

[…]

Talking tough and feeling bitter
but better now it’s clear to me
that love is a bourgeois construct
so I’ve given up the bourgeoisie

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September 4, 2013 at 17:28

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Midnight coming on a Monday night

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I’d forgotten what it meant to have a life-changing moment.
Yesterday I got to see Jeffrey Lewis live in a tiny bar in Berlin.
I’d always thought he had great lyrics and listened to what people might call the hits (
Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror, Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song) and his Crass cover album.

He’s a smart and very witty, self-deprecating genius.
Concert was meant to be at Festsaal Kreuzberg, but the place burned down less than a week ago. So I got to see him at Monarch. Bought the ticket at the door (12 euros!) and was 3 meters away from him during the whole show.
Cozy venue. People smoking indoors (a friend told me later it was hard for her to believe Lebanese were actually smoking on the sidewalk while Berliners were all inside). Fogged up windows, U-Bahn passing on the bridge… You get the picture.

No lyrics today: listen to the songs!
I won’t post any of his words so you get to discover them slowly as he sings them. Just like I did.
I recognized 3 songs during the whole set

This Crass cover

This classic. Check out the Michel Gondry hand-picked student-made video

And Midnight was actually coming on a Monday night when someone in the crowd shouted out for this one

All the others were new to me:

Water Leaking, Water Moving

When You’re By Yourself

To Be Ojectified

Seattle

Time Trades

There were also a couple of low-budget films (a biography of Alan Moore and an After Dark sexy comic) and a few new tracks that have yet to be released.

It was a brilliant performance. I love this guy.
And yes, the Daniel Johnston comparisons you’re trying to voice are not totally unfounded.

and yes they’ve already played together

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September 4, 2013 at 00:40

Road

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

It might be a classic and slightly expected in its subject-matter but I’m glad somebody actually recited this Robert Frost poem to me a few days ago…

Of course it made me think of Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

I like this version… Of course it makes for a great child-themed transition to the Wizard of Oz

And then it could go anywhere…

The Long and Winding Road?

too cheesy

On the road to Nowhere?

Maybe… In any case we’re On the road again

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September 2, 2013 at 14:22