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I was biking (and baking under the hot sun of the afternoon – yeah, I know, I complain when it’s raining, I complain when it’s sunny, I have a very specific ideal weather which is very rare where I’m leaving : dry cold+sunny, but I digress) from work, and for some reason, I remembered that little clip from François Girard’s Thirty-Two Short Films About Glenn Gould, a movie I saw when I was still a teenager and influenced me a lot, especialy the Leaving part. I think it’s truely speaking to my heavily analogic personality, and explain probably my taste for tacky, old American cars (that radiator grill ! the dieselpunk turning signals ! the folding shutter over the lights !). Anyway, if you don’t care about my sense of aesthetic, you will enjoy this Sarabande from Bach’s Suite française  -No. 1.

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It’s always Oum Qalthoum time. El-Hobb Kolloh (all the love)

Umm Kalthoum – All the Love

All the love I loved was yours
All my love
And all my time I lived for you
All my time

Darling tell the world with me
And tell every heart that’s ever beaten
Oh world, my love
This life is nothing but love

Water me and fill me
And water me again
Water me again with your love
From you
From the light of my time
Water me, you who since the day I met you
I felt as if I was born again

Oh Soul of my heart, life of my days
Oh soul of my heart
Oh darling angel of my dreams
Oh soul of my heart
What was I before I saw you?
What was I?
And why was I even living, my darling?
Why?
I walked the road of my life, before you, in an endless night
No heart beside me to feel me, nor any beautiful specter
And when I saw you
The first time I saw you
I found myself drawn to you with all the desire in the world
And with all the love of the world I went to you and ran to you
I called I called on the world herself

The thirsty love thirsts in my heart calling for you
I get insomnia if I’m the least bit worried about you
You’re the most beautiful of the angels (rough translation)
You are my soul and all my years and light of my life
My life, what am I to you
My love, I was born for you, solely for you
For you
And my heart lived on the touch of your affection
Solely your affection
Your affection
The days are beautiful
The dreams are beautiful
My life is beautiful
Oh so beautiful
Beautiful and fleeting
Beautiful my life
Oh the time
Oh long nights with beautiful dreams… with you
Oh the time
Oh nights that pass killing my hopes and leaving us ashes
What’s in it if you forget two in love?
In love and living

Oh darling oh aroma of desire
My destiny from my nights of desire
What is this poetry you have in your eyes that made the most beautiful words jealous
What is the scent of this perfume of your hands
From the spring in your lips
From the nights in your eyes
From the flames in your cheeks
From the tenderness in your hand
My soul got lost on this journey and I was lost with it
Protect me from the sands of time, protect me
And hide me far from the prying eyes
About the great joy
My fear is that he won’t take it nor will he leave me
My fear is that this great happiness will be taken from me

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Les Fils De Joie – Tonton Macoute (by JackdesBrumes)

Classics of the XXth Century 11 – from Tonton Macoute

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Fils_de_joie

I am a Tonton Macoute, Tonton Macoute

I am looking for my President, 

I am protecting him

Very closely

I am his favourite

With girls no problem

I torture, I torture

With my commando knife

If there dissidents

I torture, I torture

It’s lasting for years

With my knife ooooooh ohhhh

It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy…

Last night, at Eden Bar

We went there to let off steam

There were two cowards

I, I have caught them

I have vitriolated them

With my commando knife

If there dissidents

I torture, I torture

It’s lasting for years

With my knife ooooooh ohhhh

It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy…

I like to drown reporters

That took too much photographs

But  my favorite hobby

Is to chop head off 

With my machette

With my commando knife

If there dissidents

I torture, I torture

It’s lasting for years

With my knife ooooooh ohhhh

It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy…

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La Souris Déglinguée (by yoyox92)

Classics of the XXth Century 07 – from La Cité des Anges

She has eyes like a black flag

She has skin like a moonlight

when you take her in your arms

you can hear her heart beating

because she does not know another trade

and that is to be loved

Saint-Sauveur, save all these boys

Saint-Sauveur, save all these girls

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Souris_Déglinguée