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The Old Lady

'I don't need your help to pack my things.
Away with you, you're a bother' said the old lady
as she trampled her suitcase like Popeye.
She was still flexible as a bee1
And so she set off firmly to the train station2
as they all pretended to mourn her departure.
She went away merrily, holding her suitcase
with just a few pauses to massage her kidneys.
 
'I don't need your help' she said to the inspector
'to carry my suitcase, it'll only be fifteen minutes.
The nursing home is in the suburbs, they say it's
a real palace where the old play scrabble and ludo.
You see, Mister, I just can't stand that.
The only thing I like is westerns full of gunshots.
I've seen 'Riding through hell' fourteen times.
I'd gladly tell you the plot, but that's my stop.'
 
'I don't need your help' she said to the nurse
'to unfold the bedsheets. Leave me alone, I'm busy'
Then, away from prying eyes, she pulled out
twenty bottles of a famous plonk, went down
to the main hall where the elderly ladies and gents
were playing ludo while scratching their ears.
'Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm Fanchon.
Would anyone of you happen to have a corkscrew?'
 
'I don't need your help' she said to the doctor
as she raised her third glass of wine to him,
while the wrinklies, gathered around the clock,
sang a four-part rendition of 'Dudule's big cock'3.
And a ravishing scene unfolded
of eighty dotards leaving the premises
to comb all the old people's homes in the country,
snatching bewildered moribunds from death's clutch.
 
'I don't need your help' she said to the priest
who endeavoured to pray at an old man's bedside.
'Don't you see this cadaver is not dead yet?
He may have stopped breathing, but he still has a hard on.
A little jerking off and he'll be right as rain,
just like a good crank handle on an old Standard Ten.'
The revolted priest fell spread-eagled on the floor.
He was still breathing, but had no hard on.
 
'I don't need your help' bellowed all the geezers
each time a MP tried to take care of them,
'since you could not care for us properly
when we were still young enough to trust you.
You'd do anything to secure your seat,
if crab lice had a right to vote, you'd be the clap.
Since we're unproductive, we won't produce
yet another stupid jerk at the head of State.'
 
'I don't need your help' she said to the scavenger
who pushed her into the senior citizen's ghetto.
You technocratic bastard who coined that term,
with the utmost contempt, you bastard, I...
...fuck you in the ass!
 
Well, she was about to say it, but that wouldn't be right.
As Ronsard , a swearword in a woman's mouth is a slug on a rose.
Go ahead please, Rose...

 
Blast, first time I actually curse.
And, while pouring herself a nice glass of port wine,
she gave him the finger, just like Popeye.
She was still flexible as a bee.
 
  • 1. I don't know that expression, but I suppose it must have been idiomatic at some point (the song is from the 70's)
  • 2. 'Saint-Lazare' is one of Paris main stations, serving Western regions like Normandy or Brittany. Of course the allusion to Lazarus is intentional
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26.10.2024

You'll See Me Return





When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.
 

But if you'll call my name,
you'll see me return.
 

And you'll have for company
a crowd of thoughts
and your lips will be silent
if it does not speak to your heart.
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return.
 

From life, I want to have
five things to remember,
they are (five) five (five) you,
you, you, you, you, you.
 

(When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.)
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return.
 

From life, I want to have
five things to remember,
they are (five) five (five) you,
you, you, you, you, you.
 

When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return to you!
 


26.10.2024

Spring





I want to be in the light of the sun
Without the sun I will die
It seems like spring has arrived
The sky is pretty nice and bright
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

Something very nice is gonna come your way
Let's sing it
 

Take a look outside the window
Enjoy the exercise in the park
Ignore the sun indoors
But is that really okay?
 

Or, you could step outside
Breathe in the sun and feel so alive
The sky is pretty nice and bright
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

And then we just sit still
In this field of grass until summer
Because I wanna go back
To the very last year of high school
 

So much pain
So much strain
 

But still
 

I had friends who made me feel
The way I'll never feel
 

Ever again
 

Life was worth living
With the people who are now all gone
 


26.10.2024

Teresinella





'Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up'
 

Why don’t serenades return again
Those of my grandfather’s day, long past
When, crazy in love with his fair dame
Through these ancient streets he’d sigh:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Tonight, your streets, old neighborhood
Will listen to a new troubadour
Who sings of Ladies and golden braids
Silken ladders, swords, and knights:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Now that braids are no longer in fashion
And there’s no balcony to keep lovers apart
The people of the quarter think and believe
The serenader drinks and perhaps goes too far
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Now, if she who loves me with a pale kind of love
Might be behind the balcony listening
She’d think: “But if there’s an elevator
Why does he shout so much? He can come up!”
“Teresinella, Teresinella
You are not the one I want for myself
Golden braids are no longer true
And the troubadour does not sing for you”
 

The dream fades, and the moon departs
Disappointed, the minstrel drifts away
And the echo carries the song to the wind
The dream fades, and the moon departs:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 


26.10.2024

Deep Sea





It's getting easier
It's getting fuller
Where are you going? Where are you heading?
 

Where are you going?
 

When your heart feels like it's about to burst
 

Just quietly open your eyes
Let's go somewhere right now
 

To that secret place
 

Between you and me
 

Every time I stand up, I'm knocked down
What I want is a soothing rock sound
My emotions are up, down, up, down
My emotions are shut down, shut down
 

It's all over if people's morals disappear
Will it be okay if I try my best?
You'll have to watch to find out!