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A devastating backstroke
All the way from France

Vampire Weekend – The Kids don’t stand a chance. I can’t believe this video is already seven years old. Otherwise, I was thinking about Georges Pompidou, which was the only cool French Head of State since Louis IX (or maybe Clemenceau, but only because he was nicknamed “The Tiger”), and I think I found a direct correlation between the rise (and now decadence) of Europe and the use (or today’s abstinence) of tobacco. Look at the situation of most European countries ! Look how the young generation stopped smoking ! Coincidence ?

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laurentbelkacem:

When in doubt, always Reggiani.

Very relevant these days. I thought of it because I discovered today Juliette’s cover of this song.

A quick and dirty translation (you’ll get the meaning by losing poetry and scansion) :

Les Loups sont entrés dans Paris / Wolves had entered Paris

Men didn’t like to live anymore
And didn’t care about anything
Nor their mothers, neither theirs bros or their gals
For them it was only theatre
Sky was wild again
And concrete were eating landscape… then


Wolves ! oooooh ooooh !
Wolves were far away from Paris
In Croatia, in Germany
Wolves were far away from Paris
I loved your laughter, pretty Elvire,
Wolves were far away from Paris


But they run fifty miles
In a night, tail-to-tail
Sniffing a feast
Of dead soldiers on a battlefield
Once the fear haunts the streets
The wolves are coming at night … then


Wolves ! oooooh ooooh !
Wolves looked at Paris
From Croatia and Germany
Wolves looked at Paris
You can smile, pretty Elvire
Wolves are looking at Paris.


And then the winter was harsh
One hundred flues in newspapers
Closed shutters and slamming teeth
Even in beautiful boroughs
And no one dared at night
Facing the snow on boulevards… so


Wolves ! oooooh ooooh !
Wolves have entered Paris
One through Issy, the other through Ivry
Two wolves have entered Paris
Ah, you can laugh, charming Elvire
Two wolves entered Paris.


The first one had lost an eye
It was an old male from Krivoi
He brought its ten females
In the little park of Grenelle
And feed its two hundred cubs
With the children from Passy… then


One hundred wolves ! oooooh ooooh !
One hundred wolves entered Paris
Either through Issy or through Ivry
One hundred wolves entered Paris
Please stop laughing, pretty Elvire,
One hundred wolves entered Paris


The second wolf had lost a leg
It was a Carpatian grey wolf
It was called “Fat-Tuesday”
After all his cubs went fat
He give them six administrations
And all the zookeepers… then


Wolves ! oooooh ooooh !
Wolves invaded Paris
Either through Issy or through Ivry
Wolves invaded Paris
Now stop laughing, pretty Elvire,
Wolves invaded Paris


Attracted by smell of blood
They came hundreds a time
To party and feast in
France, this damned country
Until men’d found back
Love and brotherhood… then


Wolves ! oooooh ooooh !
Wolves get out Paris
Either through Issy or through Ivry
Wolves get out Paris
You can smile now, pretty Elvire,
Wolves get out Paris
I love your laughter, pretty Elvire,
Wolves get out Paris…

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A classy move from ThermoFisher in Romont. #half-mast