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[hamlet]

I couldn't get all of this but it's a fine short story in song.

She said she wanted to be my personal sex therapist
True I need the sympathy and probably an analyst.
But I said I wanted to go home and work some on my comic books.
She said I was dangerous and we walked and she gave me a funny look.
I asked her "What was that look?" and she replied that it was nothing.
I made her share her cigarette. There's something nice about this happening.
Back and forth and every time it slipped up into finger touching.
Halfway down the block I caught again a funny look from her.
"Tell me what that's all about."
"Nothing" was her shy answer.
She crushed the filter with her toe and. ??? nothing in her room (?)
She twisted something ???????????
????? til 4 AM and wondering what I had done
She offered her help to me, she'd be my own sex therapist.
A dream come true, a fantasy, ???????
But why do I lie awake at night and why did she say I was dangerous?
Why do all these women want me now , what did I do or say?
Why do they want me more than once or love me more than yesterday?
This thinning hair and gappy teeth and hollow heart and feet of clay,
Have impotence and bad performance failed to drive them all away?
I panic and I'm sure I'm gay, I'm sure it's commonly that way.
The reason I don't love them is I'm gay so give up the charade.
But if I am why get bothered about girls in the first place?
Is it possible to live this far undecided about who you are?
Maybe it would take a lot of learning, maybe it would be an awakening,
Some more failure in the straight world, and a bold new life of new rebellion.
But her body calls to me so warm and soft and analog,
And my eye is pulled back to that Victoria's Secret catalog.
Sometimes with beauty in my arms it's like the universe.
But oh my shame, my shame, my inward shame till I get back to her.
She said she wanted to be my personal sex therapist
These women face these icebergs with just the small flames in their ?????
Shatters me and scatters me but I don't seem to melt a bit.
Why can't it matter more to me to hear her talk than kiss her lips?
And why do these girls call me and that all there is to it (?)
And buy me phone cards so I could call back to their crazy cell phone codes.
But I'm hard to reach, I come and go with no long distance phone.
But if only she could be my personal sex therapist
Without a single catch, no strings attached, no harm could come of it.
Impossible I'm positve, how could such a thing exist?
How could she tell me something, I'm not falling for that trip.
Why do they all want to be like the most important thing to me?
Could they be so special to deserve being in that category?
This lonliness is not for you, I built it and it's not for free.
I fail to be impressed enough, I just don't feel it honestly.
So many years I find a way ?????just to be a human being
???????????????
But hey that's quite an offer and I made myself ???????
And I'm just what I am and maybe she's too young and too naive.
Don't you think she'd love to be my personal sex therapist?
I can't believe I turned her down, I guess I want to stay like this.

[jack fe]

Well done.
I have these on my computer at college (I had lots of free time) so I'll see if I got any of the lyrics you don't.
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[ema]

hi! i usually listen to another version, at the point ephemère 06, the sound is good, maybe it could help!
here's what i hear for the version at the PE 06 (almost the same lyrics)..... it's prolly not accurate tho!



She said she wanted to be my personal sex therapist
it's true, I need the sympathy and probably an analyst.
But I said I wanted to go home and work some on my comic books.
She said I was dangerous and we walked and she gave me a funny look.
I asked her "What was that look?" and she replied that it was nothing.
I made her share her cigarette. There's something nice about the passing.
Back and forth and every time, a slipped second, finger touching.
Halfway down the block I caught again a funny glance from her.
"Tell me what that's all about."
"Nothing" was her shy answer.
She crushed the filter with her toe
i said that's two nothings in a row
She twisted the subject to some shoe store,
i didn't care, i let it drop
at my desk,til 4 AM i kept wondering what I almost got
She offered her help to me, she'd be my own sex therapist.
A dream come true, a fantasy, i said i'm too broken to be fixed
But why do I stay awake at night and why did she say I was dangerous?
Why do all these women want me now , what did I do or say?
Why do they want me more than once or love me more than yesterday?
This thinning hair and gappy teeth and hollow heart and feet of clay,
Have impotence and bad performance failed to drive them all away?
I panic and I'm sure I'm gay, I'm sure it's commonly that way.
The reason I don't love them is I'm gay so give up this charade.
but if I am , then why get obsessed over girls in the first place?
Is it possible to live this far, so misguided about who you are?
Maybe it would take a lot of learning, maybe it would be an awakening,
no more failure in the straight world, and a new life of bold new rebellion.
But her body calls to me so warm and soft and analog,
And my eye is pulled back to that Victoria's Secret catalog.
and when i've got that (one heart?) in my arms it's like the universe.
But oh my shame, my shame, my endless shame till I get back to work.
but she heard my sorry words and said she'd be my personal sex therapist
These women face these icebergs with just the small flames in their finger tips
it shatters me and scatters me but I don't seem to melt a bit.
Why can't it matter more to me to hear her talk than kiss her lips?
And why do these girls call to me if that's all there is to it ?
And buy me phone cards so I could call back to their crazy cell phone codes.
But I'm hard to reach, I come and go with no long distance phone.
But if only she could be my personal sex therapist
Without a single catch, no strings attached, no harm to come of it.
Impossible I'm positve, how could such a thing exist?
How could she tell me something, I'm not falling for that trick.
Why do they all want to be like the most important thing to me?
what girl could they be so specialized to deserve being in that category?
This lonliness is not for you, I built it and it's not for free.
I fail to be impressed enough, I just don't feel it honestly.
So many years I (pointed a way?), just to be a human being
you need a kni??????????? with me
But hey that's quite an offer and I hate to make myself leave
And I'm just what I am and she's too young and flatty and naive.
but she said, she'd love to be my personal sex therapist?
I can't believe I turned her down, I guess I must want to stay like this.
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[hamlet]

Nice going ema, especially since English is not your first language. Is the Pont Ephere concert available for download? Did you get the Brel lines from Le Cheval I asked for translation help with by PM?

[ema]

no, i never saw this PM...i just checked and don't have it....as for the show at the point ephemere, i'll upload it tomorrow, here's the song le cheval...i guess you already have it but it's for jack fe homeworks! heehe

J'étais vraiment j'étais bien plus heureux
Bien plus heureux avant
Quand j'étais ch'val
Que je trainais Madame votre landeau
Jolie Madame dans les rues de Bordeaux
Mais t'as voulu
Que je sois ton amant
T'as même voulu
Que je quitte ma jument
Je n'étais qu'un ch'val oui oui
Mas t'en as profité
Par amour pour toi
Je m'suis déjumenté
Et depuis
Toutes les nuits
Dans ton lit
De satin blanc
Je regrette mon écurie
Mon écurie et ma jument

J'étais vraiment vraiment bien plus heureux
Bien plus heureux avant
Quand j'étais ch'val
Que tu te foutais Madame
La gueule par terre
Jolie madame
Quand tu forcais le cerf
Mais tu as voulu
Que j'apprenne les bonnes manières
T'as voulu
Que j'marche sur les pattes de derrière
Je n'étais qu'un ch'val oui ouais
Mais tu m'as couillonné hein
Par amour pour toi
Je m'suis derrièrisé
Et depuis
Toutes les nuits
Quand nous dansons le tango
Je regrette mon écurie
Mon écurie et mon galop

J'étais vraiment vraiment bien plus heureux
Bien plus heureux avant
Quand j'étais ch'val
Que je te promenais
Madame sur mon dos
Jolie madame en forêt
De Fontainebleau
Mais tu as voulu
Que je sois ton banquier
Tu as même voulu
Que je me mette à chanter
J'n'étais qu'un ch'val oui oui
Mais tu en as abusé
Par amour pour toi
je me suis variété
Et depuis
toutes les nuits
Quand je chante: "Ne me quitte pas"
Je regrette mon écurie
Et mes silences d'autrefois

Et puis et puis tu es partie radicale
Avec un zèbre un zèbre mal rayé
Le jour madame où je t'ai refusé
D'apprendre à monter à cheval
Et tu m'avais pris ma jument
Mon silence mes sabots
Mon écurie mon galop
Tu ne m'as laissé que mes dents
Et voilà pourquoi je cours je cours
Je cours le monde en hennissant
Me voyant refuser l'amour
Par les femmes et par les juments

J'étais vraiment vraiment bien plus heureux
Bien plus heureux avant
Quand j'étais ch'val
Que je promenais madame votre landeau
Quand j'étais ch'val
Et quand tu étais chameau

which lines do you wanna deciphere, Thelma?
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[hamlet]

Que tu te foutais Madame
La gueule par terre
Jolie madame
Quand tu forcais le cerf

You fell on your face, pretty lady, when you went stag hunting? This doesn't make sense.


What does it mean? How does it fit into the song? (A British translator was far off when he thought it meant she fed him oats from the ground.)

[bibasse]

He says that she used to fell off the horse (a metaphor for him), face first on the floor, when she was deer hunting, because he was a wild horse. Hunting on horse was practised by the aristocrats back in the 1900. So this is a kind of social metaphor between her manners and his way of life.
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[hamlet]

Interesting. I would have never know that. Merci!

[bibasse]

You're welcome!
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[hamlet]

Maybe she fell off because she made him walk on his hind legs.

[Dav]

Here is the song from the point fmr show :

http://download.yousendit.com/AE143BA2293649C0

I'll up the whole gig later, i got to find a place to upload it, it's too big for you send it.
Stay tuned
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[hamlet]

That's much clearer. I got a few more words. Why was the audience laughing?

She said she wanted to be my personal sex therapist
It's true, I need the sympathy and probably an analyst.
But I said I wanted to go home and work some on my comic books.
She said I was dangerous and we walked and she gave me a funny look.
I asked her "What was that look?" and she replied that it was nothing.
I made her share her cigarette. There's something nice about the passing.
Back and forth and every time, a split second of finger touching.
Halfway down the block I caught again a funny glance from her.
"Tell me what that's all about."
"Nothing" was her shy answer.
She crushed the filter with her toe
i said that's two nothings in a row
She twisted the subject to some shoe store,
i didn't care, i let it drop
At my desk,til 4 AM i kept wondering what I almost got
She offered her help to me, she'd be my own sex therapist.
A dream come true, a fantasy, i said i'm too broken to be fixed
But why do I stay awake at night and why did she say I was dangerous?
Why do all these women want me now , what did I do or say?
Why do they want me more than once or love me more than yesterday?
This thinning hair and gappy teeth and hollow heart and feet of clay,
Have impotence and bad performance failed to drive them all away?
I panic and I'm sure I'm gay, I'm sure it's commonly that way.
The reason I don't love them is I'm gay so give up this charade.
but if I am , then why get obsessed over girls in the first place?
Is it possible to live this far, so misguided about who you are?
Maybe it would take a lot of learning, maybe it would be an awakening,
no more failure in the straight world, and a new life of bold new rebellion.
But her body calls to me so warm and soft and analog,
And my eye is pulled back to that Victoria's Secret catalog.
and when i've got a hot one in my arms it's like the universe.
But oh my shame, my shame, my endless shame till I get back to earth.
but she heard my sorry words and said she'd be my personal sex therapist
These women face these icebergs with just the small flames in their finger tips
it shatters me and scatters me but I don't seem to melt a bit.
Why can't it matter more to me to hear her talk than kiss her lips?
And why do these girls call to me if that's all there is to it ?
And buy me phone cards so I could call back to their crazy cell phone codes.
But I'm hard to reach, I come and go with no long distance phone.
But if only she could be my personal sex therapist
Without a single catch, no strings attached, no harm to come of it.
Impossible I'm positve, how could such a thing exist?
How could she tell me something, I'm not falling for that trick.
Why do they all want to be like the most important thing to me?
what girl could they be so special to deserve being in that category?
This lonliness is not for you, I built it and it's not for free.
I fail to be impressed enough, I just don't feel it honestly.
So many years I pined away and just to be a human being
you need a knife in your mind and be unkind and wrestle with me
But hey that's quite an offer and I hate to make myself leave
And I'm just what I am and she's too young and flighty and naive.
but she said, she'd love to be my personal sex therapist?
I can't believe I turned her down, I guess I must want to stay like this.
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[jack fe]

[bibasse]

the last words missing sound like "undress all"
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[Dav]

that's what i hear too but i wasn't sure.
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