""Nicky"" as written by and Phillipe Auclair....
Suppose one day in Bromley, Kent
I live my nightmare and am sent
To sing for blonde suburban women
Before the wives of double-glazers
I'd be Julio Inglesias
Doing the greats in Argentinian

Suppose they Barry Manilow me
Screaming "Show me you're a man"
With legs as mottled as salami
Ladies, I'm doing the best I can
This is how Casanova's bum
Becomes a lesson in virility
Set to a bossanova drum
Sung to tarts decked out like Christmas trees

Then in my dressing room I'd see
This elephant as pink as me
Drinking and singing gloomily
About the time they called me, yeah the time the called
Me,
About the time they called me "Nicky"

If I could be him! For only an hour
If I could be him! Before his grand finale
If I could be me, if I could only be cute, cute, cute,
Absolutely banal!

Suppose one evening in Mauritius
Entertaining high officials
High on whores and marijuana
Begging letters from celebrities
Begging "Couldn't you write songs for me?"
I'd blackmail David Bowie and the Dalai Lama

And I'd be an industrialist of song
And I could sell with a wink
The best in showbiz and in drink
Korean floorshows, whiskey from the Congo? (whiskey
From the Congo)
Me, I'd have a ring on every finger
And a thumb in every stake
And every stake would be the singer's
And acknowledged, I would legislate

The in my Hong Kong orchid den
Waiting for 1999
I'd spend the years of my decline

Do you remember the time they called me, yeah the time
They called me,
Oh the time they called me "Nicky"

If I could be him! For only an hour
If I could be him! Before his grand finale
If I could be me, if I could only be cute, cute, cute,
Absolutely banal!

Suppose one day in paradise
I find myself to my surprise
Singing for ladies flapping swans wings
And plucking on my little harp
I'd be a beacon in the dark
And save the souls of human beings

Then Jesus Christ has hardly christened me
Son-of-the-one-in-the-directory
Between Vic and Jean-Luc Goddard
And I grow my beard and walk on water
And if I really came on strong
And started prancing and Cliff Richard-ing
I know it wouldn't be too long
Before I heard the shadows whispering

How Satan's come in from the cold
He's now the shepherd in his fold
They're shouting out requests for oldies
From the time they called me, yeah the time they called
Me,
Yeah the time they called me "Nicky"

If I could be him! For only an hour
If I could be him! Before his grand finale
If I could be me, if I could only be cute, cute, cute,
Good, absolutely banal!

He could fall asleep at night
He could fall in love all right
He could fall asleep at night

He could fall asleep at night
He could fall in love all right
He could fall asleep at night

He could fall asleep at night
He could fall in love all right


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"Nicky" as written by Phillipe Auclair

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    General CommentThis is Momus' translation/rewrite of the Jacques Brel song "Jackie." "Nicky" is the affectionate diminutive of Momus' real name, Nicholas Currie, as "Jackie" is short for "Jacques."

    He attempted to convey Brel's sense with references that English audiences might understand, like Cliff Richard & Julio Iglesias. & though he lightly mocks David Bowie, he ends the song with quotes from Ziggy Stardust's "Star."

    I don't speak French, but for comparison, he's the English lyrics of Jackie from the 1960's show "Jacques Brel Is Alive & Well & Living In Paris":

    & if one day I should become
    A singer with a Spanish bum
    Who sings for women of great virtue

    I'd sing to them with a guitar
    I borrowed from coffee bar
    Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you

    My name would be Antonio
    & all my bridges I would burn
    & if I gave them some they'd know
    I expect something in return

    I'd have to get drunk every night
    To talk about virility
    With some old grandmother who might
    Be decked out like a Christmas tree

    & tho' pink elephants I'd see
    I'd sing the song they sang to me
    About the time they called me Jackie

    If I could be for only an hour
    If I could be for an hour every day
    If I could be for just one little hour
    Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way

    & if I joined the social whirl
    Became procurer of young girls
    Then I would have my own bordellos
    My record would be number one
    & I'd sell records by the ton
    All sung by many other fellows

    My name would then be Handsome Jack
    & I'd sell boats of opium
    Whiskey that came from Twickenham
    Authentic queers & phony virgins

    I'd have a bank on every finger
    A finger in every country
    & every country ruled by me
    I still know where I'd want to be

    Locked up inside my opium den
    Surrounded by some Chinamen
    I'd sing the song that I sang then
    About the time they called me Jackie

    If I could be for only an hour
    If I could be for an hour every day
    If I could be for just one little hour
    Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way

    Now tell me wouldn't it be nice
    That if one day in Paradise
    I sang for all the ladies up there
    & they would sing along with me
    We'd be so happy there to be
    'Cause down below is really nowhere

    My name would then be Jupiter
    & I would know where I was going
    & then I would become all knowing
    With my beard so long & flowing

    If I became deaf dumb & blind
    Because I pitied all mankind
    & broke my heart to make things right
    I know that every single night

    When my angelic work was through
    The angels & the devil too
    Would sing my childhood song to me
    About the time they called me Jackie

    If I could be for only an hour
    If I could be for an hour every day
    If I could be for just one little hour
    Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way
    vchamberlainon May 13, 2010   Link

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