Day 3 of Sup Forumschella: Francophilia. Today we're kicking things off with Lizzy Mercier Descloux's Press Color
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time to romanticize the french like crazy baby
A little dog named Snuggles.
I AM UPLOADING ALL THE FRENCH ALBUMS RIGHT NOW SORRY I GOT DURNK
comfiest day
ITS ON
more like jim is on (the move) amirite
WRESTLE WITH JIMMY
good one
coming up AT XX:30
what was the encore last night?
wugazi and then we had a drunk radio broadcast with myself, tide, and joel cohen
that's fuckin great
FRANCOPHILIA FOLDER IS UPDATED
very short break and then we start Flying Teapot AT XX:05
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bumpsss
francois
Bump for sea men
Bump for coward homosexuals
i shalleth bumpeth thee.
AT XX:55 were going into some french coldwave/minimal synth
>ywn make out with a french qt under the eiffel tower
why even live?
bububububububbububububumps
CHEESE EATING SURRENDER MONKEY DAY
the radio right now
nice DUBS
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yooo french shit lol
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>tfw nobody observes your sick quads
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We qt French lady now
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what the shit is this. I keep hearing leonard cohen
leonard is in charge now user
NEXT AT XX:40
[best album]
is that a guy or grill?
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ITS ON
Melody
The wings of the Rolls brushed against poles
Then I became lost in spite of myself
We arrived, the Rolls and I, in a dangerous zone
An isolated place
Down there on the hood of that Silver Ghost
From 1910 moving forward, my scout
The silver Venus on the radiator
Whose light veils fly through the outposts
Haughty, disdainful, while the screaming radio
Covers the silence of the motor
She stares at the horizon and her mind elsewhere
Seems to entirely ignore the sidewalks I run over
Alleys, dead ends and places
Where parking is illegal. An indifferent heart
She holds the reins of my twenty-six horsepower
Princess of shadows, cursed archangel
Modern Amazon that the sculptor
In English, named "Spirit of Ecstasy"
And so I was screwing around
Before losing control of the Rolls. I moved forward slowly
My car swerved and a violent thud
Tore me suddenly from my daydreams. Shit!
I saw a bicycle tire up ahead
That continued to rotate freely
And like a doll losing its balance
She pulled her skirt up to her white pants
"What's your name?"
"Melody."
"Melody what?"
"Melody Nelson."
Melody Nelson has red hair
And it's her natural colour
Ballade de Melody Nelson
This is the story of
Melody Nelson
Who other than this man right here
Took in her arms no other love
It surprises you
But that's how it was
She had love
Poor Melody Nelson
Yeah, she had tons of it
But her days were numbered
Fourteen autumns
Fifteen summers
A little animal
That Melody Nelson
An adorable tomboy
And such a delightful child
Who I only knew for a moment
Oh! My Melody
My Melody Nelson
Kind little bitch
You were the only condition
Sine qua non
Of my reason
Valse de Melody
The sun, it is rare
And happiness, too
Love gets lost
Throughout life
The sun, it is rare
And happiness, too
But everything moves
In the arms of Melody
The surrounding walls
Of the labyrinth
Open up on
The infinite
The sun, it is rare
And happiness, too
But everything moves
In the arms of Melody
The surrounding walls
Of the labyrinth
Open up on
The infinite
Ah ! Melody
Ah Melody
Tu m'en auras fait faire des conneries
Hue hue et ho
A dada sur mon dos
Oh Melody
L'amour tu ne sais pas ce que c'est
Tu me l'as dit
Mais tout ce que tu dis est-il vrai ?
Ah Melody
Tu m'en auras fait faire des conneries
Hue hue et ho
A dada sur mon dos
Oh Melody
Si tu m'as menti j'en ferai
Une maladie
Je n'sais pas ce que je ferai
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Ah! Melody
You'll make me do
Some stupid things
Hoo, hoo and ho
Piggyback on my back
Oh! Melody
You don't know what love is
You told me that yourself
But is everything that you say true?
Ah! Melody
You'll make me do
Some stupid things
Hoo, hoo and ho
Piggyback on my back
Oh! Melody
If you lied to me I'd do
Some crazy things
I don't know what I'll do to you
L'hôtel particulier
At number fifty-six, seven, eight, it doesn't matter
On X street, if you knock on the door
First one time, then three more, they let you in
Alone and sometimes even with a friend
A servant, without a word, before you went his way
Long endless passages, spiral stairways
Decorated with Baroque bronzes, golden angels
Aphrodites and Salomés
If it's free, say you want number fourty-four
It's the room they call "The Cleopatra"
Around the four-posted Rococo-style bed
Stand black statues holding torches
Between these naked slaves, carved from ebony
Who are the silent witnesses of this scene
While up on the ceiling, a mirror reflects us
Slowly, I embraced Melody
En Melody
Melody wanted to revisit the skies of the Sunderland
She took a 707 - the night cargo plane
But the autopilot in control of the machine
Made a fatal mistake for Melody
Cargo Culte
I know of the sorcerers who summon the jets
In the jungles of New Guinea
They scrutinize the zenith, coveting the guineas
That the pillage of their freight would bring them
On the Coral Sea in the wake of this machine
These creatures are not devoid of reason
The Papuans wait for vapour from
The wreck of the Viscount and the Comet
And because their totem has never been able to shoot down
To their feet neither Boeing nor DC-4
They dream of hijackings and accidents with birds
These naive shipwreckers armed with blowguns
For sacrifices to the cargo cult
They blow toward the azure sky and the airplanes
Where are you and your broken body, Melody?
Is it haunting the archipelago where the sirens live?
Or hanging from the cargo plane whose siren
Has now become silenced? Did you stay?
Adrift on random currents, have you already touched
Those luminous corals of the Guinean coast
Where indigenous magicians, acting in vain
Still hope for broken planes
Having nothing to lose, nor a God to believe in
They give me meaningless desires
To pray, like them, to the cargo planes at night
And I hold onto this hope of a disaster
In the air which would bring Melody back to me
A minor turned away from the attraction of the stars
I can't join the chat at the moment but I'm really enjoying this lads