The question was in regards to profound lyrics…. my answer to him this week:

Out of Reach by Cities of Foam

 

My arms flail open to the sky

Waiting for the heavy dream 

Of you and I

To consolidate this space

 

This no man’s land is here

For your war games by and by

Attack retreat, hide and seek

Pinch and poke

 

Guess what I spy, love

I spy love

 

Your hand’s been dealt unfairly one more time

Figurines go floating by just out of reach

Not yours to play with

Who’s yours to play with?

 

Little men

With their toys and their games

Building blocks for the damned

Soon turn true

Drinking dreams growing old 

Making aspirations drown

 

Little Queens

With their fallen crowns and scruffy dowdy dress

Broken heels

Staying/stealing in, stealing time

Cleaning up Prince Charming’s mess

 

…your French, because here’s another one!

In keeping with the fun, goofy, French yet not songs that I love to sing…. Here’s a great song by one of my fav local bands : Pink Martini.  If you have never had the pleasure of seeing them, then may I suggest you remedy that as soon as possible?

 

Sympathique – by Pink Martini

 

(en FRANCAIS)

Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage

Le soleil passe son bras pas la fenetre

Les chasseurs a ma porte

comme les petits soldats

que veulent me prendre

 

Je ne veux pas travailler

Je ne veux pas dejeuner

Je veux seulement oblier

et puis je fume

 

Deja j’ai connu le parfum de l’amour

Un million de roses

n’embaumerai pas autant

Maintenant une seule fleur

dans mes entourages

me rend malade

 

Chorus

 

Je ne suis pas fier de ca

vie qui vuet me tuer

C’est manifique

etre sympathique

Mais je ne le connais jamais

 

Chorus

(In ENGLISH)

My room is a cage

The sun streams through the window

The bellhops are at my door

like those little soldiers

who want to take me away

 

I don’t want to work

I don’t want to lunch

I want only to forget

and so I smoke

 

Long ago I knew the smell of love

A million roses

didn’t smell as sweet

Now a single flower

in my way

makes me sick

 

Chorus

 

I am not proud of this

life that wants to kill me

It is magnificent

to be sympatico

But I have never known this

 

chorus

 

Don’t ask me why, except that it seems to be just one of those strange, goofy days.

In honor of that, I’m posting one of my fav silly songs to sing around the house by one of my fav female vocalists, Bette Midler.

When I was little, I always wanted to be able to sing like her or of course, Barbra Streisand, so I would warble along to the best of my abilities when no one was around.  I still do.

I’m including the lyrics so you too can sing along with me… in your house…at the top of your lungs, even…without a care in the world!  

Happy Friday!

Samedi et Vendredi

 

Samedi et vendredi et lundi et dimanche. 

Anouilh, Belmondo, Fernandel et Bardot, 

Montalban, Ricardo, la la la. 

 

Sandra Dee, Dame May Whitty sont ici egalement. 

Henry et Nancy et Vaslav Ninjinsky et 

Lucy et Desi et la la la. 

 

J’aime tous les gens dont je parle, vous savez. 

Parce qu’ils viennet me voir quand je dors. 

Je chante de petites chansons pour eux, tu sais,Je danse plaisante, veux etre morte. 

 

Pacino et Tricia et Spiro 

Jackson Cinq et Simone Signoret 

Zizi Jeanmarie, Mamie Eisenhower, Ursula Andress, 

Carmen McRae, Farouk, Aimee Anouk. 

 

Samedi et vendredi et lundi et dimanche. 

Larry, Curly, et Moe. 

Dylan et DeNiro. 

Debonair Marcello, la la la. 

 

Ils sont ici dans mes cauchemars. 

Et savez-vous pourquoi? 

Parce que je mange. 

Je mange de saucisson. 

Je mange de saucisson, la la la. 

 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. 

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars . . . 

 

English Translation 

 

Saturday and Friday and Monday and Sunday. 

Anouilh, Belmondo, Fernandel and Bardot, Montalban, Ricardo, la la la. 

Sandra Dee, Dame May Whitty are equally here. 

Henry and Nancy and Vaslav Ninjinsky and Lucy and Desi and la la la. 

I love all the people I am speaking about, you know. 

Because they come visit me while I sleep I sing little songs for them, you know. 

I dance to please those who have died. 

Pacino and Tricia and Spiro Jackson Five and Simone Signoret Zizi Jeanmarie 

Mamie Eisenhower, Ursula Andress, Carmen McRae, Farouk, Aimee Anouk. 

Saturday and Friday and Monday and Sunday Larry, Curly, and Moe. 

Dylan and DeNiro. Debonair Marcello, la la la. They are here in my nightmares. 

And do you know why ? Because I eat. I eat sausage. I eat sausage, la la la. 

Welcome to my nightmares. Welcome to my nightmares. 

Welcome to my nightmares. Welcome to my nightmares. 

Welcome to my nightmares. Welcome to my nightmares. 

Welcome to my nightmares . . .

 

This one (Sun Star) was high tailing it for a rock, thinking that would save it from low tide.