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Saturday, October 24, 2009

LOL RFI

Sooooo.... I'm posting! OMG!!! It's been so long, and really, i just wanna throw up some songs that i love so they're not lost... and when i say love, i mean really like right now.


This song is from Radio France Internationale, and I like it because it comes on all the time and I thought it said "on amie comme Haiti". But it says "on aime comme on ete aime" which to my third-grade understanding, means "we love like we've loved before" instead of "we love like Haiti." What can I say, I'm good at languages?


On invente pas un sentiment
Des baisers donnent l'alphabet
L'amour nous griffe, ouvre ces plaies
L'amour nous soigne, l'amour nous fait

On aime comme on a été aimé

C'est cela qui nous fait courir
De reproduire et faire grandir
Ce qui nous a été donné sans jamais pouvoir en parler

On aime comme on a été aimé

C'est dans les mains de nos parents
C'est dans le coeur de nos amants
Regard aimé, regard aimant
C'est le plus clair de notre temps
Le plus obscur de nos tourment
On apprend pas un sentiment
Même si on veut faire autrement

On aime comme on a été aimé

On dit les chiens n'font pas des chats
Et que l'on est que c'qu'on connait
Qu'on désire ce qu'on ne connait pas, un autre chien, un autre chat

On aime comme on a été aimé

Toutes ces secondes de tendresse
Dérobées à nos portes pièces
Toutes les claques, les maladresses
Pour que ça dure, pour que ça cesse

On aime comme on a été aimé

C'est dans les mains de nos parents
C'est dans les coeurs de nos amants
C'est dans les yeux de nos enfants
C'est le plus clair de notre temps
Le plus obscure de nos tourment
On invente pas un sentiment
Même si on veut faire autrement

On aime comme on a été aimé

Et j'aime comme tu m'as aimé


This next song I also got from RFI too- it's Television by Baaba Maaal. I like it because it's atmospheric and somewhat enigmatic. "lL'homme dans la television...."; dunno, the nostalgia of it suits me.



As well, I got this one via RFI. do like!
also: the opening is a total rip-off/tribute to siouxsie and the banshee's "passenger". (yeah, it's an iggy pop song, but i know it through siouxsie).


Loin du bonheur et des îles
Ou la misère prend ses aises.

Près du hall où l'oppressé
Se console avec des “Si”

Plus de chemins, plus de repères, que des raccourcis
Pour la plus part piégés, piégés, piégés

Quand se nourrir est un film
Et nourrir les tiens ton rôle

La rue te donne quelques scènes
Tirées de mauvais scénarios.

Pour le coup elle peut te fournir tous les plans possibles
Mais pour demain qui sait, qui sait, qui sait

REFRAIN
J'veux du soleil woy woy woy woy
J'veux du soleil du pays woy woy woy woy
J'veux du soleil woy woy woy woy
Sur le bitume t'enchéris

(x2)
Rien de neuf dans ma rue
Juste une année l'aléas,pas d'avenir
Que que que qu'est ce qu'elle y connait RIEN
Qu'est ce qu'elle y connait RIEN
Qu'est ce qu'elle y connait RIEN RIEN RIEN

Quand on a rien d'autre à faire,
On la pratique par défaut
Y a que ce qu'ont pas touche le fond
Qui en parlent comme d'un trophée.

Ni de première, deuxième, place ici
Plus tu y es plus tu perds, tu perds, tu perds.
Quand elle est tout ce que l'on a
On rêve d'autre part.
Quand elle a tout ce que l'on est même éloigné d'elle on l'aime

Elle nous grandit, nous en dit long sur ce qui est à venir.
Tout pour mieux la quitter,quitter, quitter

REFRAIN

Monday, March 9, 2009

Funny Story

So at a recent Justin Bond performance--but not recent enough!-- s/he told us a hilarious story about being backstage at Carnegie Hall during the McGarrigle Christmas Hour, which I was at with my love. I could never tell it as JB does (plenty of laffs on his blog), but Dust and I thought it was MARIO.

So backstage at Carnegie Hall, Our Lady J turns to Justin and asks her: "Hey Justin, can you do my backfat?" And Justin says "Sure" and comes over and helps J with her dress. Emmylou Harris was also in the same dressing room, and says: "Excuse me, what did you just say?" to which J says, "You know, do my backfat. If you push it to the front it makes cleavage. You know, we all have backfat." The profundity of this statement was not lost on Emmylous, as she repeats, solemnly, "We all have backfat." As Justin tells it, as they were heading onstage, he hears her say again, in a whisper: "We all have backfat."

Here's a Venn diagram that I made in Paint of the amount of people in this world who may think this was funny:

Friday, March 6, 2009

I slipped and then you pulled. You pulled me up.

My friend Beth texts me today at 7:30: I slipped and then you pulled. You pulled me up.



thanks b! i needed that

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

And another

Oh wait, I found another one. This one says OH HAI in Georgian, which has been scrubbed from the internet. The granddaddy of free language sites does not have a Georgian entry, nor does this crazy cat who's trying to decide which language he wants to learn, trying them all on for size as he goes....



Wait, is this it?
Hello (gamarjoba) გამარჯობა
That's what this kitty said!

For the cat ladies

Since the cat ladies have me on RSS or something, here's a little something for them. This krazy kitty was found in the Museum of History and Ethnography in Tblisi, Georgia. I hear s/he speaks Georgian and scary kitty voice. I'm unable to discern sex or gender identity from the photo, but the whiskers skew male.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Ha!

from my brother neebo.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

you keep it all in

this is what i'm telling myself to do today.
i put the lyrics down below....


by the Beautiful South

You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in

Thats right
The conversation we had last night
When all I wanted to do was
Knife you in the heart
I kept it all in

You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in

Midnight, a husband getting ready to fight
A daughter sleeps alone with the light
Turned on, she hears but
Keeps it all in

Just like that murder in 73
Just like that robbery in 62
With all there things that have happened to me
I kept it all in
Why do you keep on telling me now

You know your problem
You keep it all in
You know your problem
You keep it all in

Thats sweet
That conversation we had last week
When you gagged and bound me up to my seat
Youre right, I do
I keep it all in