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Ah, Tico. Thank you for that tribute to Lou. Great musician, buddy. That's quite easy to translate, Kansas.<smile>

Now let's see what Miss Letty can do with Francis' tale from first year in college--French 101





Au cabaret du Labyrinthe, (the cabaret of the labyrinth)
Cette nuit j'ai soupé, mon vieux,(the night that I had soup with my father)
Avec ces dames de Corinthe, (with the ladies of Corinth)
Tout ce que la Grèce a de mieux.(something about the Greeks and the muses)
C'est Parthénis et Leœna(it is the Parthenon and Leoena)
Qui m'ont dit te vouloir connaître. (can't figure this one out)

.......

Pouvais-je m'attendre à cela ?(I know it's a question.)
Mesdames, j'ai bien l'honneur d'être(ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to be here)

I believe, listeners, that I just did a tale told by an idiot(me) full of sound and (no fury), signifying nothing.

But, at least, it's funny, Miss Letty

So it is, Mister Francis. As a matter of fact, I am really laughing at myself.

I think, folks, that we just got cheered up.

and here's one for McTag from Sanny. <smile>

some French stuff

I should care, I should go around weeping
I should care, I should go without sleeping
Strangely enough, I sleep well
Except for a dream or two
But then I count my sheep well
Funny how sheep can lull you to sleep, so

I should care, I should let it upset me
I should care, but it just doesn't get me
Maybe I won't find someone as lovely as you
But I should care, and I do

Hey, McTag. You ain't lovely, but you're just too marvelous for words.

Trop merveilleux pour dire, oui c'est moi...

Comme accroché au ciel
Je vois sur la maison
Le tableau irréel
D'un homme et son violon
Qui la nuit et le jour
Sans un instant d'arrêt
Fait chanter plein d'amour
Les cordes sous l'archet

Que signifie ce violon sur le toit
Qui fait parler les nuits
Et claquer les matins?
Pourquoi choisir un si curieux endroit
Pour jouer son petit refrain?

Here is my song's partner!

Encore une chanson, laquelle j'aime beacoup...

Comme nos voix
Chantent tout bas
Nos cœurs y voient
Comme une chance
Comme un espoir....
Comme nos voix
Nos cœurs y croient
Encore une fois
Tout recommence, la vie repart

Combien de joies
Bien des drames
Et voilà !
C'est une longue histoire
Un homme
Une femme
Ont forgé la trame du hasard.

ba da ba da da da da da da.....

Et maintenant que vais-je faire ...


We're playin' in a tent
It's payin' the rent
If you pooch a civilian,
It's a mayor event
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france

The girls is all salty
The boys is all sweet
The food ain't too shabby,
An' they piss in the street
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france

They got diseases
Like you never seen
Got a mystery blow-job
Turn your peter green
In france
Way down in france
Way on down

Oh, my God, Walter. What a nice and graphic translation.



Duchamp's urinal artwork vandalized in Paris
Last Updated Thu, 05 Jan 2006 09:16:06 EST
CBC Arts
A 77-year-old man is being held by police for damaging Fountain, French artist Marcel Duchamp's famed urinal artwork.

The unidentified man is accused of attacking the piece, which was on display as part of a large Dada exhibition at the Pompidou Centre in Paris, police said Thursday. They say he chipped away at the piece with a small hammer on Wednesday.

According to police, the man had attacked Fountainonce before, when it was displayed in the southern French city of Nimes in the early 1990s.

A representative of the Pompidou Centre said that the piece has been removed and will be restored.

Fountain is one of Duchamp's most famous works, first unveiled at a New York exhibit in 1917. The Dada pioneer took aim at the notion of "high art" and culture by using everyday materials and found objects in his artwork in order to question the nature of art.

In December 2004, a panel of 500 significant people in the British art scene voted Fountain the most influential artwork of the 20th century. Duchamp, who became a U.S. citizen in the 1950s, died in 1968.

Hmmmm, listeners. I do think that old guy was on the right track.

Well, folks. The FCC is impotent now, so there were no threats or phone calls.

Let's soften up a bit with this song:

nuit et jour:

ROD STEWART LYRICS

"Night And Day"

Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall

Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating
You, you, you

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day, why is it so

That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night, night and day

Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day

This is French night on the radio, folks

Monsieur, Monsieur
Vous oubliez votre cheval
Ne laissez pas ici cet animal.
Il y serait vraiment trop mal
Monsieur, Monsieur, pour un pur-sang dans ce vestiaire
C'est triste de passer la nuit entière'
Sans même coucher dans un' litière
Comme il s'ennuyait
Et comme il bâillait
Je chantais pour qu'il soit sage
Comme il avait faim
Que j'n'avais plus d'pain
J'y ai donné un peu d'potag'
Monsieur, Monsieur,
Chose pareill' est anormale
Ne laissez pas ici cet animal
Vous oubliez votre cheval.

Yes, McTag. I see that it is, Manchester. We all love the romance languages, and it's a pity that more Americans aren't polylingual. Here is the reason, I think.

Europeans have the benefit of living where so many different languages are spoken, that it becomes a necessity to learn more than one.

In the U.S., with some exceptions, mostly English is spoken. Also, America is a very young country in comparison to the rest of the world.

Let me, listeners, go along with the trend, then:

music by Marie-Lynn Hammond
lyrics by Paul Savoie


français

Élise cherche dans le ciel
ce qu'elle ne trouve pas sur terre
elle s'en ira peut-être un jour
vers d'autres frontières

Élise cherche dans son cœur
elle est prête enfin à tout donner
elle veut sa part de bonheur
bien sûr, elle sait risquer

elle est sincère; elle veut faire du bien
parfois elle se demande à quoi ça sert
quand elle regarde dans le miroir
et ses yeux ne disent plus rien
quand elle appelle et que personne ne vient

Élise cherche jour et nuit
l'amour n'a-t'il qu'un seul visage?
on lui a peut-être menti
ce n'est peut-être qu'un mirage

Élise cherche dans le ciel
ce qu'elle ne trouve pas sur terre
elle s'en ira peut-être un jour
vers d'autres frontières English Translation

Elise looks skyward
searching for the things she cannot find
perhaps one day she'll just move on
and start anew

Elise searches her heart
she is prepared to give everything she has
she wants her share of happiness
she knows how to take risks

she is sincere; she is doing her best
sometimes she wonders if it's worth the price
when she looks in the mirror and her eyes
reflect nothing at all
when she calls and no one answers

Elise searches day and night
does love come in only one guise?
perhaps no one has told her the truth
perhaps love is only an illusion

Elise looks skyward
searching for the things she cannot find
perhaps one day she'll just move on
and start anew

acoustic guitar
Marie-Lynn Hammond
electric guitar
Ben Mink
bass
Chad Irschick
background vocals
Marie-Lynn Hammond
Chad Irschick

From the Tales of Hoffman.(I think-smile)

oh, it's french night

here's the only french phrase a guy could ever need

Lady Marmalade
Patti Labelle

Hey Sister, Go Sister, Soul Sister, Go Sister
Hey Sister, Go Sister, Soul Sister, Go Sister

He met Marmalade down in Old New Orleans
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said "Hello,
Hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"

'Mmm Hmmm Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Da Da
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Here
Mocca chocolata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Stayed in her pool while
Watch he crashing up
That boy drank all that night don't know why
Oh the last sight she went
He started to freak

Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Da Da
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Here
Mocca chocalata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Heh, Heh, Hehhhh
Seeing her skin feeling silky smooth
Colour of cafe au lait
Made the savage beast inside
Roaring till it cried More, More, More

Now he's at home doing 9 to 5
Living his brave life of lies
But when he turns off to sleep
All memories keep More, More, More

Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Da Da Da
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya here
Mocca chocolata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir?
Creole Lady Marmalade
[Repeat to end]

ah, dj, I recall the phrase, but not the song. I do remember when I went to New York as a teenager and all of us were sitting in a restaurant. Some man at the next table leaned over and said to me:

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

I thought I was so chic when I replied:

Chercher autra femme.

I have to smile at that recollection.

french nite eh ??????? well let's see what good old Dean has to shout about


Dean Martin - Under The Bridges Of Paris : .



How would you like to be

Down by the Seine with me

Oh what I'd give for a moment or two

Under the bridges of Paris with you



Darling I'd hold you tight

Far from the eyes of night

Under the bridges of Paris with you

I'd make your dreams come true



(How would you like to be

Down by the Seine with me

Oh what I'd give for a moment or two

Under the bridges of Paris with you)



Darling I'd hold you tight

Far from the eyes of night

Under the bridges of Paris with you

I'd make your dreams come true

Well, listeners. There's another Brit singing a French song by an Italian, but in English.

Don't you love it, folks?

Welcome back, John of London, and thanks for a memory from Deano of the rat pack.

going through my cd collection, came across some gram parsons

Streets Of Baltimore
Gram Parsons

Well I sold the farm to take my woman where she used to be
We left our kin and all our friends back there in Tennessee
And I bought those one way tickets she had often begged me for
And they took us to the streets of Baltimore
Well her heart was filled with gladness when she saw those city lights
She said the prettiest place on earth was Baltimore at night
Well a man feels proud to give his woman what she's longing for
And I kinda liked the streets of Baltimore

Then I got myself a factory job, I ran an old machine
And I bought a little cottage in a neighborhood serene
And every night when I'd come home with every muscle sore
She'd drag me through the streets of Baltimore
Well I did my best to bring her back to what she used to be
Then I soon learned she loved those bright lights more than she loved me
Now I'm a going back on that same train that brought me here before
While my baby walks the streets of Baltimore
While my baby walks the streets of Baltimore


We'll Sweep Out The Ashes In The Morning
Gram Parsons

We know it's wrong to let this fire burn between us
We've got to stop this wild desire in you and in me
So we'll let the flame burn once again until the thrill is gone
Then we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

We're two people caught up in the flame that has to die out soon
I didn't mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight we'll let the fire burn on
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

Each time when we meet we both agree that it's for the last time
But out of your arms I'm out of my mind
So we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

We're two people caught up in the flame that has to die out soon
I didn't mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight we'll let the fire burn on
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

Yes we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes
We'll sweep out the ashes
We'll sweep out the ashes in the morning


How Much I've Lied
Gram Parsons

Darling, there is something I must tell you, you must know.
But it's so hard to say the words I feel.
This fancy that I'm on has been going on too long.
It's time we stopped pretending things are real.

'Cause I've been living deep in sin. I've been living blind.
And I don't know just what's right or wrong.
To take a chance on losing you was such a silly thing to do.
The chance I might wake up and find you gone.

Blue, so blue, my love is burning blue.
Any brighter flame would be a lie.
Blue, so blue, my love still burns for you,
But I know that I'll only make you cry.

A thief can only steal from you. He cannot break your heart.
He'll never touch the precious things inside.
So one like you should surely be miles and miles away from me,
Then you'd never care how much I've lied.

So try to understand the pain. It takes so long when I explain.
Please, don't you forget how much I've lied.


Return of the Grievous Angel
Gram Parsons

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
And I'll show you how it all went down

Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh, and I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

`Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with the waves of grain
And I saw my devil,
and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee

We flew straight across that river bridge,
last night a half past two
The switchman wave his lantern goodbye
and so long as we went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do

And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something
that I've never been shown

And I saw my devil,
and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee

The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town

Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh, but I remembered something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

for some reason, "return of the grevious angel", makes me think of dys

Thanks again, dj. You always pull out magic from that bag of tricks.

Perhaps our grevious angel will take the hint and return to us tonight.

I have invited a fellow Canadian, dj, to visit us here. Let's hope he will.