They Did It
Aaaargh!
They did it. They elected the most intolerant, egocentric, selfish, useless politician. He is the new president. I’m definitely staying in Canada.
France is currently divided and stuck somewhere in history. This man represents everything I despise : a megalomaniac manipulator who aims to a “clean France”. How is he going to make things better ? Oh yeah, by silencing people…
Five very long years ahead…
Chère vieille Europe, cher vieux continent, putain autoritaire, aristocrate et libertaire, bourgeoise et ouvrière, pourpre et pomponnée de grands siècles et colosses titubants. […]
Sale vieille Europe, celle qui entre deux guerres et même encore pendant caressait pour son bien le ventre des pays de ses lointains ailleurs et la bite à la main arrosait de son sperme les sexes autochtones.
On se relève de ça ? On se relève de tout même des chutes sans fond.
Nous avons su monter nous avons su descendre, nous pouvons arrêter et nous pouvons reprendre…
Amnistie, amnistie ou alors amnésie, qu’est-ce que vous volez que ça foute, de toutes façons il faut bien avancer, pressons le pas camarade et puis réalisons réalisons, il en restera toujours quelque chose allez !
Matérialiste alors ça fait qu’au moins on est sûr de n’pas de tromper, et du tangible alors jusqu’à l’indigestion, du rationnel alors et jusqu’à en crever, des logiques implacables mais toujours pas de sens…
Eh princesse de l’Histoire dans sa marche forcée, on finit par se perdre en passant sous tes arches multiséculaires.
On est passé de tes arcanes passées, passé de tes arcanes passées, on est passé de tes arcanes passées, aux charmes technocrates…
Alors l’Europe alors l’Europe alors l’Europe.
Bruxelles, Schengen, Stasbourg, Maastricht, PIB, PIB, CEE, Euratom, OCDE et GATT. Protégez-nous marché de cet AMI commun d’un monde si petit.
Euromonnaie unique, Nasdaq et CAC 40, orgiaque, idyllique, faites de la poésie, soutenez la culture, produisez du spectacle et de l’entertainment comme on dit chez nos frères d’Outre-Atlantique et toc anciens Européens, nouveaux maîtres du monde pendant que le dragon asiatique rêve, fait ses étirements, il est beau et puissant, crache du feu gentillement.
Pendant qu’Ernest Antoine Seillière fait son apparition et nous déclare sa flamme il nous aime et nous dit : ” Nous ne sommes pas comme les politiques soumis à la pression de la rue. ”
Et on entend au loin résonner les clameurs de la foule, les beaux mouvements d’ensemble, les défilés glorieux et puis la lutte des classes.
Et maintenant c’est sérieux, eh bébé, c’est sérieux, on ne croit plus en rien, nous montons de toutes pièces ce buisness et Basta, on chevauche pas Pégase ça c’était pour l’extase c’est fini.
Extension, expansion si possible, mais pas de rêve à porter seulement des dynamiques. D’abord la thune, bébé et le reste suivra et le reste viendra c’est ce qu’on dit je crois en cette époque là bénie des globophages.
Chère vieille Europe, ta tête connaît à peine tes jambes qui souvent ne comprennent pas tes bras comment ça marche encore déjà. Comment ça marche un corps étranger à son corps on n’sait pas on s’en fout on s’embrasse quand même et puis on a raison.
Sale vieille Europe, te souviens-tu de la force brutale, occident mal luné, guerre brûlante, guerre froide, et enfin de guerre lasse et enfin de guerre lasse.
En veux-tu en voilà des écoles de la performance et voilà des patrons créateurs du Global buisness dialogue ou Electronic commerce pour s’asseoir en gloussant sur toutes les exceptions à commencer par ce truc machin culturel.
Histoires de producteurs et de consommateurs, du producteur au consommateur, du producteur au consommateur, et des intermédiaires à plus savoir qu’en foutre, toute ton âme s’est usée sur ce chemin sans fin et sur ce va et vient on y va, nous aussi, profiter, pas de raison, après tout ça ira, on n’en aura pour tout le monde, y’en aura pour tout le monde, on a dit pour tout le monde, pour tout le monde, pour tout l’monde et mon cul !
Quelque chose est resté en travers de la gorge et nous voulons cracher c’est la moindre des choses mais vous pouvez, madame, vous adresser à nous car tout n’est pas perdu non tout n’est pas perdu de vos mythes d’aurore ici le soleil brille pour tous et on y croit.
Noir Désir — “L’Europe”
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Oh dear…Sarkozy naked…
*runs away to vomit*
Yes, I’ve mended my ways; Sarkozy’s voice is no longer sexy.
Can we keep it a secret, what I said about finding him slightly sexy? :-p
hi Zhu
In fact, could you translate the long lyrics of Desir Noir for me? I’ve listen to the music.But i don’t understand much the words. Thanks a lot.
please forgive the 2-year and so phase shift… as well as the inaccuracies
1st part
Wild boars are loose
I repeat boars are loose.
Small bosses make diamond rivers.
Twice.
European roses are Satan’s feast.
I repeat:European roses are Satan’s feast.
We are currently working for Europe. x4 x4
Eventually for the whole world.
Dear Old Europe, dear old continent, authoritarian prostitute,
libertarian, aristocrat, posh and labouring–
purple and decked great stumbling giants centuries.
Look at your hunched shoulders , not to be dusted with a single gesture,old films, dead skins from yesterday and tabula rasa …
From here we could believe it’s some noble rot floating.
in the air still floats the smell of sulfur Dirty Old Europe
the one which between two wars and even during them caressed for her own good distant countries’ bellies and moreover cock in hand watered with sperm natives genders.
Can we recover from this? We recover from everything, even bottomless falls.
we were able to rise, we were able to fall, we can stop this
and we can resume …
Europe of the lumières or from darkness, barely fireflies in shadow theaters.
barely a spark in settling night and then pulls itself together ,
and then the new dawn, after childhood crimes
youths’ mistakes, we stop uprooting wings from golden dragonflies.
We are currently working for Europe.
Eventually the world.
Amnesty, amnesty or amnesia so, how can it matter ,
anyway we must move forward, urge your step fellow
and keep producing, producing , there will always be some left for everyone!
Materialistic? so that makes us sure of being right at least
from tangible up to intoxication of the rational
and up to dying from implacable logic but still no sense …
Hey Princess of history in its forced march
we end up losing ourselves walking under your multisecular arches .
Eventually for the world.
We are currently working for Europe.
We went from your past arcane, past mysteries of your past
we went from your past arcana, to technocrats ‘charms …
so Europe so Europe so Europe.
Bruxelles, Schengen, Stasbourg, Maastricht, PIB, PIB, CEE, Euratom, OCDE et GATT.
Protect us ‚mutual friend’s market of a world so small.
Euromoney, Nasdaq and the CAC 40, orgiastic, idyllic, make poetry,
support culture , produce shows and entertainment
as our brothers across the Atlantic say, fake ancient Europeans,
new masters of the world whilst the Asian dragon dreams, makes its stretching,
it is beautiful and powerful, breaths fire gently.
Ernest Antoine Seilliere appears and tells us his love
He loves us and tells us:
“We’re not such as politics, subject to pressure from the street.“
And we hear in the distance shouts from a crowd
beautiful movements of the whole, glorious and then classes’ truggle.
And now it’s serious, oh baby, it’s serious, we no longer believe in anything,
we assemble all the parts of a proven business and Basta, don’t overlap Pegasus
this was for the ecstasy and it’s over.
Extension, expansion, if possible, but no dream to wear only dynamics.
First the cash, the baby and the rest will follow and the rest will come so they say
I believe in these times, times blessed from ‘globophages’.
Dear Old Europe, your head barely knows your legs which often
do not understand your arms, how does a body work again?
How does an outside to one’s body work? we don’t know and don’t care
we still kiss and we’re right
Dirty old Europe, do you remember the brutal force, bad western mood,
burning war, cold war, and finally tired out and finally tired of war.
We are currently working for Europe.
you want some? here you are, performance schools and here come the bosses
Global Business or electronic trade creators
to sit clucking all the exceptions to begin
with this ‘foo cultural thing’.
Stories of producers to consumers, business to consumer,
from producer to consumer, and so many intermediates not to know what to do of them,
your whole soul was worn out on this endless path and on this ‘comes and goes’, come, here we go!
we too, take benefit, no reason, in the end it’ll be fine
there’ll be some for everyone, everone
we said everyone, for everyone, for the whole world, my ass!
How high will you build your walls?
Where are you going to push your new walls?
Something remained in our craw and we want to spit it out
it’s the least we can do but you, madam,
you may talk to us because not all may be lost
from your myths dawn ‚the sun shines here for all and we believe in it.
2nd part
pox on you heads
pox on your mouths.
The saint’s sighs and the fairy’s cries aren’t heard anymore at the bankers’ banquet .
Once.
The hermit’s pot is filled with rubies.
The hermit’s pot is filled with rubies.
Old Europe is the madam of pink ballets.
Twice.
When the sirens are silent, birds of prey scream out loud.
The red and black of torture are the flowers of evil.
red and black of torture are the flowers of evil.
The Western day is the Eastern night.
Deux fois. Twice.
The Western day is the Eastern night.
I am not a chauvinist but France is still the queen of cheese.
Tryphon Tournesol is a Zouave.
Six times.
The bloodshed is the cup of tea of giants from the fair.
Twice.
It’s pouring rain on the Concorde.
Model little girls are the chosen of Europe.
Damn security.
Twice. Megalomania kills mockingbirds.
I repeat:
If you can’t find anything anymore, seek something else
Peace in Switzerland.
Peace in Switzerland.
The wedding of blood burns the horizon.
Deux fois. Twice.
Europe ‘s mascara floods our chest.
Twice.
Life begins now, and now and now.
Europe is a small mortal goddess .
Twice.
The childhood of art is a sunrise.
We are currently working for Europe …