Je couperai ma barbe à coups de barbelés
I think Pierre Lapointe makes some the most beautiful and often heartbreaking music ever. As evidence, I've uploaded a couple of his sadder/better songs and I encourage everyone to have a listen, even though it's in French. I think I'm even bored enough to translate them.
"Au pays des fleurs de la transe" (In the land of the trance flowers): http://www.sendspace.com/file/tvx2ok
"L'endomètre rebelle" (The rebellious/defiant endometrium, it's okay, I WTF at this title too): http://www.sendspace.com/file/cq21wd
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Au pays des fleurs de la transe
A dragonfly on my forehead
My eyes hidden in my hands
I'll go headfirst into the white lane fields
To find my brother's eyes
Because there's nothing left
Nothing but a few memories
Of the worst of my life
Of the aging eternal circle
And if, like always in the past
It comes to knock me over
I'll walk with bare feet
In the outcasts' forest
The ghostly epic starts
In the land of the trance flowers
My hair in the wind
I'll leave feet-first
With the bitter smile of irreverence
In the land of the trance flowers
Goodbye, drunkenness
Goodbye, circle of influence
Goodbye, lucky
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
I'll go barefoot in the outcasts' forest
Blinded by the scale of the smudged whiteness
To pick the flower already wilted by years of trampling
To walk the vacant paths of disillusioned regrets
In the outcasts' forest
In the outcasts' forest
Fast, the time on my knees
Fast, the forgotten love
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
L'endomètre rebelle
I hear them all who call me
The screams of the rebellious endometrium
Like in the time of love
In the past
Before the big detours
Those were times past
I hear them all who call me
The wails of the rebellious angel
Massacring the pomp of our love
Of our splendorous love
Oh, my poor love!
Who knows if I was wrong
To proclaim his death
In the middle of the night
In the beautiful middle of the night
Go ahead and scream louder
Your screams will be my death
Like a precise act
Like a too damn precise act
I hear them all who call me
The screams of the rebellious endometrium
Like in the time of love
In the time of the turtledoves
Those were times past
The neighborhood!
Those were times past
Oh, my poor love
I know that memories
Can't stop the target
That needs to fall
To be a projectile
Facing forward
Always forward!
Never looking back
Never fearing the nothing
Who knows if I was wrong
To proclaim his death
In the middle of the night
In the beautiful middle of the night
Go ahead and scream louder
Your screams will be my death
Like a precise act
Like a too damn precise act
Who knows if I was wrong
To proclaim his death
In the middle of the night
In the beautiful middle of the night
Go ahead and scream louder
Your screams will be my death
Like a precise act
Like a too damn precise act
Now that I think about it...these actually sound kind of callow and melodramatic and corny in English, but in French they at least sound wonderful. And you can't deny that Pierre Lapointe is musically gifted.
Anyway, I haven't been doing all that much as of late. Mostly summer homework. We have to read Sophie's World (only 150 pages left!) and answer sixteen stupid questions in the back of the book. I also have to read briefly skim the first ten chapters of the bio book and answer fifteen elementary questions. It's less than last year but I got a late start reading Sophie's World (which is five hundred pages).
School is approaching far too rapidly. School starts a week from Monday, and we get our schedules this Monday. I am excited, but I wish this summer homework would disappear so I could just enjoy the rest of my summer without having to constantly worry about getting the damn Sophie's World questions done. I'm sort of considering trying to stay up as late as possible tonight and get as much reading done as possible (maybe even finish the book :O)
Wish me luck?
ETA: I read about thirty pages before giving up. However, that means I only have 120 left!
"Au pays des fleurs de la transe" (In the land of the trance flowers): http://www.sendspace.com/file/tvx2ok
"L'endomètre rebelle" (The rebellious/defiant endometrium, it's okay, I WTF at this title too): http://www.sendspace.com/file/cq21wd
T
Au pays des fleurs de la transe
A dragonfly on my forehead
My eyes hidden in my hands
I'll go headfirst into the white lane fields
To find my brother's eyes
Because there's nothing left
Nothing but a few memories
Of the worst of my life
Of the aging eternal circle
And if, like always in the past
It comes to knock me over
I'll walk with bare feet
In the outcasts' forest
The ghostly epic starts
In the land of the trance flowers
My hair in the wind
I'll leave feet-first
With the bitter smile of irreverence
In the land of the trance flowers
Goodbye, drunkenness
Goodbye, circle of influence
Goodbye, lucky
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
I'll go barefoot in the outcasts' forest
Blinded by the scale of the smudged whiteness
To pick the flower already wilted by years of trampling
To walk the vacant paths of disillusioned regrets
In the outcasts' forest
In the outcasts' forest
Fast, the time on my knees
Fast, the forgotten love
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
I'll cut my beard with barbed wire
L'endomètre rebelle
I hear them all who call me
The screams of the rebellious endometrium
Like in the time of love
In the past
Before the big detours
Those were times past
I hear them all who call me
The wails of the rebellious angel
Massacring the pomp of our love
Of our splendorous love
Oh, my poor love!
Who knows if I was wrong
To proclaim his death
In the middle of the night
In the beautiful middle of the night
Go ahead and scream louder
Your screams will be my death
Like a precise act
Like a too damn precise act
I hear them all who call me
The screams of the rebellious endometrium
Like in the time of love
In the time of the turtledoves
Those were times past
The neighborhood!
Those were times past
Oh, my poor love
I know that memories
Can't stop the target
That needs to fall
To be a projectile
Facing forward
Always forward!
Never looking back
Never fearing the nothing
Who knows if I was wrong
To proclaim his death
In the middle of the night
In the beautiful middle of the night
Go ahead and scream louder
Your screams will be my death
Like a precise act
Like a too damn precise act
Who knows if I was wrong
To proclaim his death
In the middle of the night
In the beautiful middle of the night
Go ahead and scream louder
Your screams will be my death
Like a precise act
Like a too damn precise act
Now that I think about it...these actually sound kind of callow and melodramatic and corny in English, but in French they at least sound wonderful. And you can't deny that Pierre Lapointe is musically gifted.
Anyway, I haven't been doing all that much as of late. Mostly summer homework. We have to read Sophie's World (only 150 pages left!) and answer sixteen stupid questions in the back of the book. I also have to read briefly skim the first ten chapters of the bio book and answer fifteen elementary questions. It's less than last year but I got a late start reading Sophie's World (which is five hundred pages).
School is approaching far too rapidly. School starts a week from Monday, and we get our schedules this Monday. I am excited, but I wish this summer homework would disappear so I could just enjoy the rest of my summer without having to constantly worry about getting the damn Sophie's World questions done. I'm sort of considering trying to stay up as late as possible tonight and get as much reading done as possible (maybe even finish the book :O)
Wish me luck?
ETA: I read about thirty pages before giving up. However, that means I only have 120 left!