Mylène Farmer lyrics
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petroniaBy popular demand, and also (I think) because I'm trying to make an obscure point. Being that my songcalls are always shorthand for character essays.
Draw Me A Sheep (Dessine-moi un mouton)
What solitude
To die
Without the certainty
Of being at least
A particle
Of life
A minuscule point
Useful to someone
What solitude
Not to know
That which the eyes
Cannot see
The adult world
Isolated
An abrupt world--
And now I'm brooding
Draw me a sheep
The sky is empty without imagination
That's it
Draw me a sheep
Become again the child that we once were
Draw me a sheep
The world is sad without imagination
That's it
Draw me a sheep
To tame the absurdity of the world
What solitude
To tell oneself
That the bite
Of time is nothing
A dream is a bubble
Of life
A major benefit
Useful to grief
Discomfiture
Little obstacles
But I want to believe
In the hereafter
And living is hard
Always a choice
But I swear
That the world is mine
It is mine... the world
The original is better, of course. It rhymes, and contains lots of clever puns. >_> Like the "discomfiture/little obstacles" line, which you can also read as "jams/tiny seeds", like when you eat raspberry jam and it gets stuck in your teeth... anyway.
OMAKE - You know what my sister is reading? T.E. Lawrence's Seven Pillars of Wisdom, no joke. (Yes, she likes to read five or six books simultaneously. I don't approve, but she has her way and I have mine. ~_~) There's a poem at the very beginning, between the publishing information and the preface, that I like and am going to reproduce here for the sake of being able to find it after she returns the book to the library.
To S.A.
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
and wrote my will across the sky in stars
To earn you Freedom, the seven-pillared worthy house,
that your eyes might be shining for me
When we came.
Death seemed my servant on the road, till we were near
and saw you waiting:
When you smiled, and in sorrowful envy he outran me
and took you apart:
Into his quietness.
Love, the way-weary, groped to your body, our brief wage
ours for the moment
Before earth's soft hand explored your shape, and the blind
worms grew fat upon
Your substance.
Men prayed me that I set our work, the inviolate house,
as a memory of you.
But for fit monument I shattered it, unfinished: and now
The little things creep out to patch themselves hovels
in the marred shadow
Of your gift.
There was just this series of articles on Saudi Arabia, in... the National Post, I think?
Draw Me A Sheep (Dessine-moi un mouton)
What solitude
To die
Without the certainty
Of being at least
A particle
Of life
A minuscule point
Useful to someone
What solitude
Not to know
That which the eyes
Cannot see
The adult world
Isolated
An abrupt world--
And now I'm brooding
Draw me a sheep
The sky is empty without imagination
That's it
Draw me a sheep
Become again the child that we once were
Draw me a sheep
The world is sad without imagination
That's it
Draw me a sheep
To tame the absurdity of the world
What solitude
To tell oneself
That the bite
Of time is nothing
A dream is a bubble
Of life
A major benefit
Useful to grief
Discomfiture
Little obstacles
But I want to believe
In the hereafter
And living is hard
Always a choice
But I swear
That the world is mine
It is mine... the world
The original is better, of course. It rhymes, and contains lots of clever puns. >_> Like the "discomfiture/little obstacles" line, which you can also read as "jams/tiny seeds", like when you eat raspberry jam and it gets stuck in your teeth... anyway.
OMAKE - You know what my sister is reading? T.E. Lawrence's Seven Pillars of Wisdom, no joke. (Yes, she likes to read five or six books simultaneously. I don't approve, but she has her way and I have mine. ~_~) There's a poem at the very beginning, between the publishing information and the preface, that I like and am going to reproduce here for the sake of being able to find it after she returns the book to the library.
To S.A.
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
and wrote my will across the sky in stars
To earn you Freedom, the seven-pillared worthy house,
that your eyes might be shining for me
When we came.
Death seemed my servant on the road, till we were near
and saw you waiting:
When you smiled, and in sorrowful envy he outran me
and took you apart:
Into his quietness.
Love, the way-weary, groped to your body, our brief wage
ours for the moment
Before earth's soft hand explored your shape, and the blind
worms grew fat upon
Your substance.
Men prayed me that I set our work, the inviolate house,
as a memory of you.
But for fit monument I shattered it, unfinished: and now
The little things creep out to patch themselves hovels
in the marred shadow
Of your gift.
There was just this series of articles on Saudi Arabia, in... the National Post, I think?
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Date: 2004-03-28 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-28 08:16 am (UTC)*loves you for the song translation*
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Date: 2004-03-28 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-28 10:15 am (UTC)It is a tragic, tragic story.
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Date: 2004-03-28 10:34 am (UTC)Whenever I read any of the things he's written, it always makes me weep. Because he was so poetic and torn and *tortured* about what had happened, and it's just - his whole life was like a Greek tragedy, wasn't it?
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Date: 2004-03-28 10:35 am (UTC)I've also read the stuff he wrote after Arabia. You know, when he was a RAF pilot or whatever? the book that just ENDS suddenly. I love that book. Oh my god the poor thing he was so happy sounding in that book, for the most part.
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Date: 2004-03-28 10:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-28 10:43 am (UTC)On a totally unrelated note..
Date: 2004-03-28 01:39 pm (UTC)I bought tickets for Game 3 in Montreal! (I think it'll be around the weekend in two weeks, Saturday April 10th in the evening, most likely. We're in the Molson Ex zone, behind the net, right in the center - not the greatest seating, but eh, it's playoffs hockey!! They are 45$ apiece.)
And more exclamative-Ced later. [/spam]
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Date: 2004-03-28 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-06 10:35 am (UTC)Wait a sec. "Draw me a sheep"? Like the little prince who asks that in the book? *stunned*
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Date: 2004-04-06 01:09 pm (UTC)(Classic snippet of dialogue from one of the fics Chrissie recced:
"So am I the fox or the rose to you?"
"Maybe you're the little prince and I'm the author.")
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Date: 2004-04-08 07:45 pm (UTC)