Il en avait marre que je fasse la baise-main! Que je me roule à l’improviste au sol, retourne ma veste & que je cherche l’espoir dans un placard du bobo, chez les narcissiques de tout genre. Un soulard RSA, un canon aux lèvres, les mains jointes, remerciant Dieu, l’Etat, & le Loto si tant est que le pif pointe le bonheur quand la gueuse n’est pas là.
I'm attempting to put this one up and your last one on the new Human site, eventually I will get it done properly and will leave the link here
It may take me a little time to decode this one my friend, I will back in due course...
Tout d'abord mon ami, toutes mes excuses pour mon retard de réponse...
Retard indeed., with my tardiness, and slowness of translation.
J'aurais pu tricher, mais vous améliorez mon français l'aryensoufi, et c'est une bénédiction autant que ce post...
It carries such sweet misery, of misplaced hope taken by falsehoods, in the shadow of love...
Of misplaced beliefs and the truth in that which was forgot, and replaced by debasement.
And the apocryphal thorns.
And yet...
Hope stings eternal, with the messengers wing beat.
Et donc, comme avec HP, j'offre une chanson en réponse...
https://youtu.be/ieWtEFKauj0
Tonight I could be with you
Or waiting in the wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings
I wear a coat of drums
And dance upon your eyes
Turn the tables upside down
Change the lows to highs
Change the lows to highs
I fill you up with butterflies
Crown the heads of kings
Be glad of first night nerves
For fear gives courage wings
Fear gives courage wings
If I am on the sidelines
Chances are you'll miss
Wait alone and spotlit
For Doctor Theater's kiss
The stage becomes a ship in flames
I tie you to the mast
Throw your body overboard
The spotlight doesn't last
The spotlight doesn't last
I could be with you
Or waiting in the wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings
I may tap you on the shoulder
And whisper "go" in red
Strip your feet of lead my friend
Strip your feet of lead
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight
We love our audience (repeat)
Thank you my friend, this is beautiful.