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Clou vs. chou
Je suis l’homme à la tête de chou
Moitié légume moitié mec
Vous le saviez, vous, que Bashung travaillait sur un spectacle inspiré de l’album de Gainsbourg, l’homme à tête de chou, avant sa mort?
Bashung – L’homme à tête de chou (Mediafire Link)
Je suis tombé dessus “par hasard et pas rasé” quand je cherchais une réplique.
On m’avait demandé: “un clou chasse l’autre?”
J’ai répondu: Quoi ? Moi ? L’aimer encore ? Des clous.
Qui et où suis-je ? Chou ici ou
Dans la blanche écume varech
Sur la plage de Malibu
Et la on passe du clou au chou
Et plus précisément le chou de Bruxelles.
Ca me fait penser à la bouffe d’avion. J’aime pas trop ca et ca pue.
Mais il paraît que parfois c’est délicieux: “mon père les fait revenir avec un peu de beurre salé. Des choux du jardin…” m’aurait dit quelqu’un si je ne m’abuse.
Je n’ai pas de chanson à propos des Brussel Sprouts, par contre les Caulifowers j’en ai:
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
As I went to pull away her verse had gently bit me
[…]
But I feel right now I must stress
That I write this with a smile on my face and nothing less
Coz when I think about the time we waste on regrets
I realise for those three days I was blessed
Maintenant, on oublie le chou-fleur et on passe à l’arabe: Bennesbeh la bukra chou?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZMsqC4QtP8
عايشة وحدا بلاك وبلا حبك يا ولد
حاجة تحكي عن هواك ضحكت عليك البلد
بتحبا إييييييييي بتحبا
لكن هي فيك يما بلاك
عايشة وحدة بلاك
وعايفة الله وسماك
شو الله بلاك يا ولد
عايشة وحدة ومرتاحة ولووو شو مرتاحة بلاك
يا بو عيون الدباحة
مش فارق معها حلاك
قلتلك دوبني دوب
دبت وهي ما دابت
مش أول مرا قبلا ميت مرا
لا قدرو فهمو عقلاتك ولا قدرو عرفو دواك
قايلي في إشارة بعيونا صوبك بتدل
لك ما بتمرئ بالحارة بشوفا بتطلع بالكل
حاجة تحلل بحياتك
تسلملي تحليلاتك
من مرا لمرا
عمترجع لورا
ولاد الحارة
كلون أبدا عرفو حبو من عداك
Sea
I love the sea. When I went there a few days ago it looked a bit like this Fouad Elkoury picture. I always thought it was taken at Sporting. Turns out it was taken at Ajram. same/same…
http://youtu.be/DAB0hTrVE1I
Nagat al Saghira – Ana Be3shak el Bahr (I adore the sea) – نجاة الصغيرة انا بعشق البحر
I thought of posting the lyrics but then I realized English would really spoil it. It’s just an amazing song.
You should go and BUY the charity album this song is taken from. It’s called “Dark was the Night” and it’s got great covers by some of the best artists from the Alternative/Indie scene.
And now, we end with a song that probably inspired The Little Mermaid’s “Under the Sea”, at the very least musically and thematically.
I discovered it today. I’ll be listening to it in less than an hour, by the seaside with an ice-cold beer.
http://youtu.be/uAnsSVTtRCY
Down by the sea
That’s where we wanted to be
With nothing to do
Down by the sea
Don’t tell me that is what
You wanted to do
We sold the house the car the tv the dog
Hopin’ we were on our way
Down by the sea
Don’t tell me that is what
You wanted to do
We had the children in number
John phillip susan alice carol teddy bobby jenny
I think we had one too many
But i hope i’m not out of line
Now it’s forty years after the laughs at the wedding
And i’m dreading retirement what would i do?
The children are married
And now the big question is
Was it all worth it? and who buries who?
You bury me or i bury you?
So down by the seaside
From now until we’re parted
Each day brings us back where we started
Closer to seeing each other much closer
And closer to seeing dream come true
Don’t tell me that isn’t what you wanted to do
Californication
The communication for Hank Moody’s show reminds me of this site
Anyway…
The Doors – L.A. Woman
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel…City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c’mon
[…]
I see your hair is burnin’
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin’ down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman…
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
I’d be safe and warm
if I was in L.A
California Dreamin’
on such a winter’s day
Admiral Radley – I Heart California
I am California… yeah?
The warm friendlier skies
You’re still my favorite past life martyred saint
Give me the places, I’ll give you the names
Wasted away alone on the planes
What’s it like to be small time and gay?
F*ck it baby, I know you’ll never change
[…]
Now you’ve corrupted us all with your sexuality
Tried to tell me love was free
Tried to tell me love was free
I said them? Maybe you you you you you and me
Swim
Life’s all about coincidences. I don’t think we should read too much into them. I’m not going all spiritual, but sometimes it does come “full circle”.
I missed a great projection at Batroun Art Space last weekend: The Swimmer with Burt Lancaster.
Plus, I’ve been longing for the sea since I came back to Beirut.
I desperately tried to find a partner in crime yesterday, going around shouting: Let’s Go Swimming!
Despite the clouds and the rain, I finally went to Sporting by myself, swam a bit and spent a great time facing the elements.
And then I switched my ipod on and randomly listened to The New Yorker’s fiction podcast. The second short story I heard was John Cheever’s “The Swimmer”!!!
Just saw the trailer. I’m glad I “read” the short story first… Check it out, it’s really good and you’ll understand what Narcissus is doing here.
Loudon Wainwright – Swimming Song (Mediafire Link)
This summer I swam in the ocean,
And I swam in a swimming pool,
Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes,
I’m a self-destructive fool, a self-destructive fool.
This self-destructive fool bids you goodnight.
REM – Nightswimming (Mediafire Link)
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I’m not sure all these people understand
It’s not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday
[…]
You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath…
And here’s the “loopy” epilogue: REM’s Mike Mills claims he recorded the piano part on the same piano used by Derek and the Dominos on the recording of “Layla“!
The Greatest
Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two fists of solid rock
With brains that could explain
Any feeling
Cat Power – The Greatest (Mediafire Link)
Now i’m only thirty-two;
And all i wanna do, is boogaloo!
Actually I’m 33…
Raising the bar, being self-critical, not giving myself a chance… Not a good idea.
The ones that make it have the ego that goes with it.
THey give themselves the means to make things happen.
And no, “conciliant et fuyant ne sont pas nécessairment les deux faces d’une même pièce…”
Money
Not really. Just an easy transition from the previous post.
Also, I’ve been receiving a number of links to the Anonymous’ Plan.
And I just saw two of the funniest and clearest explanations of the situation / I think it’s Australian TV.
And now, the songs/covers:
The Drums – Money (Mediafire Link)
Not technically a cover. But they sound so much like early Cure/Smiths
Flying Lizards – Money (Barrett Strong New Wave Cover)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQ6GxCHb2O0
Easy Star Allstars – Money (Pink Floyd pothead Cover)
BTW, the picture illustrating this post comes from another easy “shortcut” visualization of the US debt.
Want
“People often desire something but don’t really want it. Don’t be afraid to want what you desire.” – Slavoj Žižek speaking to Occupy Wall Street
I think I’ve been living under a rock. Completely out of touch with the outside world.
This movement has actually grown? I hate it when I’m that skeptical at first.
It reminds of my reaction to the initial call for demonstrations in Syria a few months ago. I stupidly scoffed…
Anyway, I think I’ll scramble back under my rock and play ostrich. Here are my thoughts for today.
No Lyrics; it would be too much. Especially this first version…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiOmhOumh-w
Elvis Costello – I Want You (Mediafire Link)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iBLMZjltu4
Bob Dylan – I Want You (Mediafire Link)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4CzqrPZtXk
The Beatles – I Want You (Mediafire Link)
Sforzando
afp.com/Gabriel Bouys
And now the news:
Today’s Soft Focus is on the Sugar Free Soy Flour Sausage Festival of Spanish Fork, UTAH.
It seems that the Saturated Fat of those Specialty Foods covers thousands of Square Feet and has dealt an unprecedented blow to the Sunflower industry in the region. This Scarcely Found type of Swine Flu is very dangerous because of its hybridization with Scarlet Fever.
Sustained Fire is the only solution to eradicate this mutant disease. Our Secret Friends at the Special Forces have guaranteed that all Safety Factors will be respected: Scuderia Ferrari has been transformed into an actual Strike Force with Significant Figures that recall the heyday of Northern Ireland’s Sinn Fein and Denmark’s Socialistisk Folkeparti.
With its Simple Formulation, Sigmund Freud’s Super Friendly Survivor Function has transformed the Spayed Female’s Smoking Fetish into a Super Fancy Static Force. Our Semi Floating Star-Fleet is here with Sword and Fist to make sure the Swiss Franc System Failure is not repeated and the Sexy Female’s Sticky Fingers are defiantly aimed at her Step-Father, looking for a Soft Feel on the Shop Floor.
Please forgive the Semifinished Sentence Fragments ; I’d say this is more Speculative than Science Fiction.
Sincerely,
Superfreak
Scott McKenzie – San Francisco (Mediafire Link)
If you’re going to San Francisco
You’re gonna meet some gentle people there
That’s the song most people get in their head. I could have also posted Village People’s Go West.
But I went in for the kill with his one
Magnetic Fields – Come Back From San Francisco (Mediafire Link)
Come back from San Francisco.
It can’t be all that pretty,
when all of New York City misses you.
Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel,
remember I’m awful in love with you.
[…]
When you betray me, betray me with a kiss.
Damn you. I’ve never stayed up as late as this.
And continued with this one: the manipulative cherry on top
Chris Isaak – San Francisco Days (Mediafire Link)
I still love you, I still want you.
I still need you, don’t hang up and say goodbye.
[…]
we never will be through…
Pain
Pain
I guess it’s a matter of sensation
But somehow
You have ways of avoiding it all
In my mind
I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart
I just didn’t understand
The ricochet is the second part
Cause you can’t hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once you’ve sought
The path of revenge
There’s no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more that it hurts me
Strange
It seems like a character mutation
Though I have all the means
of bringing you fuckers down
I can’t make myself
To destroy upon command
Somehow forgiveness
lets the evil make a loss
No you can’t hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once we become
The thing we dread
There’s no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more it backfires
The more it backfires
The more that it backfires
Sparklehorse and Dangermouse featuring Wayne Coyne – Revenge (Mediafire Link)
Where is the ritual
And tell me where where is the taste
Where is the sacrifice
And tell me where where is the faith
Someday there’ll be a cure for pain
That’s the day I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain
Where is the cave
Where the wise woman went
And tell me where
Where’s all that money that I spent
I propose a toast to my self control
You see it crawling helpless on the floor
Someday there’ll be a cure for pain
That’s the day I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain (x2)
When they find a cure find a cure for pain
Morphine – Cure For Pain (Album) (Mediafire Link)
Demain
Je pense pas à demain, parce que demain c’est loin…
Hier ou demain, mais pas aujourd’hui…
When you’re both a procrastinator and a control freak, the idea of tomorrow is pretty hard to deal with. And if you have a lot of time on your hands, then it gets even worse.
I get so excited every time I discover a new song.
I glimpsed the first few seconds of this Marianne Faithfull video on somebody’s laptop. I realized later that it was from the musical Anna by Serge Gainsbourg and that I actually had it on the album “Mister Melody – Les Interprètes de Serge Gainsbourg“.
I could sense a certain uneasiness in the look I received, as if I had stumbled on something that wasn’t meant for my eyes. On the contrary, the song spoke straight at me. Or perhaps that was exactly the problem…?
Écoute mon coeur qui bat
Il ne bat pas pour toi,
Mais pour un autre que toi
Que je ne connais pas.
Hier ou demain,
Je t’aurais dit oui.
Hier ou demain,
Mais pas aujourd’hui.
Oui, j’aurais pu être à toi,
Mais tu n’étais pas là.
J’étais libre comme toi,
Mais ne le savais pas.
Hier ou demain,
Je t’aurais dit oui.
Hier ou demain,
Mais pas aujourd’hui.
Hier est si loin déjà
Et je ne t’aimais pas.
Et dès demain si tu penses à moi
Je ne serai plus là.
Hier ou demain,
Je t’aurais dit oui.
Hier ou demain,
Mais pas aujourd’hui.
Hier ou demain,
Mais pas aujourd’hui.
All this talk about tomorrows started over drinks yesterday with a bunch of friends waxing lyrical about IAM and the album L’ecole du micro d’argent. I just had to find the closing track everybody was raving about.
IAM – Demain, C’Est Loin (Mediafire Link)
Lotsa lyrics, here are a few:
[…]
La fin, la faim, la faim justifie les moyens, 4, 5 coups malsains
Et on tient jusqu’à demain, après on verra bien
On marche dans l’ombre du malin du soir au matin
Tapis dans un coin, couteau à la main, bandit de grand chemin
[…]
Tirroir, on y passe notre vie, on y finit avant de connaître l’enfer
Sur terre, on construit son paradis
Fiction, désillusion trop forte, sors le chichon
La réalité tape trop dure, besoin d’évasion
[…]
Lendemain? C’est pas le problème, on vit au jour le jour
On n’a pas le temps ou on perd de l’argent, les autres le prennent
Demain, c’est loin, on n’est pas pressé, au fur et à mesure
On avance en surveillant nos fesses pour parler au futur
[…]
Seeing my current state of mind, perhaps I should’ve posted the Velvet Underground’s “All Tomorrow’s Parties” or The Shirelles’ “Will You Love Me Tomorrow” but I’d rather end this on a more positive (?) and childish note.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yop62wQH498
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
Away!
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