Ces gens là

Ma (et même mes Muses, la sage et la … moins sage), semblent m’être revenues.

Cela augure (pour moi du moins) de bons moments à venir, où je me prendrai probablement pour le Roi …

 

It’s hard to decide (dedicated to the lead singer of Gratis Glas)

Dans la vie, il n’y a pas de bonnes ou de mauvaises décisions : il y a des choix.
Les bonnes ou mauvaises décisions sont l’exception qui confirme la règle – Hitler décidant d’attaquer la Russie en est un rare exemple.

Monument

Il y aura un peu plus de musique que d’habitude ces prochaines semaines : ma Muse, qui m’avait déserté depuis octobre, n’est revenue me faire un petit coucou que cette semaine et une période de réaclimation s’impose.

Monument (Röyksopp, with Robin)

Make a space
For my body.
Dig a hole.
Push the sides apart.
This is what
I’m controlling.
It’s a moat
The inside that I carve.

This will be my monument
This will be a beacon when I’m gone
Gone, gone
When I’m gone
Gone, gone
When I’m gone

So that when the moment comes,
I can say I did it all with love
Love, love
All with love
Love, love
All with love

Make a cast
Of my body.
Pull back out,
So that I can see.
Let go of
How you knew me.
Let go of
What I used to be.

I will let this monument
Represent a moment of my life
Life, life
Of my life
Life, life
Of my life

I will let this monument
Represent a moment of my life
Life, life
Of my life
Life, life
Of my life

Make a cast
Of my body.
Pull back out,
So that I can see.
Let go of
How you knew me.
Let go of
What I used to be.

Bailièvre (Work in progress)

Une fois la défuntitude de mon père venue, le dévouement de ses amis communistes du barreau fut d’une grande aide, autant morale que pécunière, lors des années de dèche qui s’ensuivirent pour ma mère et moi.

Parmi les bonnes grâces qui nous aidèrent à joindre les deux bouts, l’invitation des Collinet à villégiaturer à Bailièvre – où ils venaient d’acquérir une fermette aux fins de seconde résidence – joua un rôle primordial.

Retournement

Lorsque, enfin, la cire s’écaille de nos lèvres (…) la logorrhée qui s’en échappe prend spontanément la forme d’un livre : plus nous nous sommes tus en profondeur, plus il nous démange de grimper haut sur notre fumier pour nous faire entendre.
Mais cela ne me paraît qu’une manifestation adventice de la symétrie essentielle qui existe entre l’homme des mots et l’homme du silence, entre cet histrion et ce spadassin, à qui le masque est commun.

L’auteur parle de la comparaison espions-écrivains.

(Le retournement, de Vladimir Volkoff, page 2)

No more lonely nights (The Heads, featuring Malin Anneteg)

No more lonely nights

Two love stories
She installed a video camera over her bed in the bedroom
No more lonely nights.
In a film she once saw, a girl was f**ked by a dog.
So she went to the pet store – but felt stupid –
And came home with a goldfish in a plastic bag
The fish’s name is ‘SuperMan’.
He would circle the bowl
World in five minutes

No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights

This is two love stories
She goes to bed with a lipstick and a box of chocolate
She read in a book once that chocolate was good both
In you and on you for sexual pleasure.

SuperMan watches glossy-eyed, camera staring mute,
Blinking encouragingly down at the big bed
Where she has fallen asleep, fingers smeared with ‘Kissing Red’
And melted chocolate – SuperMan and the remote control still in a cramped grip

No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights

Two love stories
For your birthday I’ll give you scissors – shining, silver sharp! –
To cut me open and step right in.
You know I am hot enough to keep you warm when winter comes.
Oh, it would suit you good, it would do you good.
You can do it, you’ve done it before!
Take my milky white and makevyourself a coat.
Cut me open and step right in.
I’m sick of being without you.
Believe me, the pain means nothing

No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights

Two love stories
Infected by your tongue when kissing,
The I.V. love shock that took me for a ride never ending.
I guess I should have known that needle’d been around.
The disease of loving you spread fast through the blood.
I lost everything I had for you.
I lost everything I was for you.
I used to have a language.
I used to have a name.
I used to have a name

No more lonely nights… Now I have yours
No more lonely nights… Snakebite
No more lonely nights… Stabbing
No more lonely nights… Sex

I wanted to tell two love stories
One would be the story
The other
Would be the story
About love

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