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Manu Chao – Bongo Bong Lyrics 19 years ago
So acting on grrl's lead and having in passing recognized the first two lines of French as something on the order of,

"I do not love you any more my love
I do not love you any more all the day",

I ran the rest of grrl's transcription thru the BabelFish language translator. So as grrl writes later on, we get

> I just listened to the other share in french and it is
[enters now the Mighty BabelFish, Stage Left]...
> sometimes I would like to die so much I wanted to believe
> sometimes I would like to die more nothing to have
> sometimes I would like to die for seeing you never again
> Sometimes I would like to die so much
> (it)y does not have any more a hope
> Sometimes I would like to die for re-examining you never again
> sometimes I would like to die more nothing to know.

All of which makes perfect sense as-nestled in the midst of the cheery-cheery-senseless-fool madcap/madhouse lyric /anglais,/ with the broken heart bizness downright cleverly left out of the language for a certain amusingly-edited benefit to all but the [now these days known-torturing and -heartless, so why waste the lyric breath on 'em?] carpetbaggin' truthy-shallow /anglos./

Keep 'em guessing, leave 'em laughing, never put a pencil in one's hands, and live to see another day for so long as ever one can. I expect pretty much everyone in that classically broke-up po'boy's fled-to city was likely a fluent French speaker to begin with. (Also a stranger, and street-smart too...)

Exquisitely subtle sociocultural sabotage there is in those lyrics - wonderfully expressive to the fully world-literate. A man with a broken heart going crazy in the city where he is a stranger and keeping all the little he has left as best he can to his more compassionate countrymen. Ah, yes, and just another monkey-man in the streets (but this one with a bongo) to the blinkered, matrix-dwelling, big.money ugly-bizness American man in the Bermuda shorts, crossing the street at Five Corners amid a steady hail of senseless, madcap, inexplicable bongo-bong on his way to the consul's office or somesuch.

No P-Nackers were consulted in the composition of this opus, I daresay with some good confidence. This one r-o-c-k-s, world-class and classic.

So I hope this wee exercise in cyber-lookup helped too. Grrl, thank you for your well-tuned Francaise ear and nimble fingers! 0{:-)o

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Morphine – Honey White Lyrics 19 years ago
"Son, the funny powders in the glassine envelopes are poison. Always remember. White and brown alike samesame and commersh 'baccy's even worse, so just keep yourself away from all that and keep 'em out of your body; you'll sure suffer less for walking thatttaway, I promise you."

"Yes, Dad. Life is already sweet; I find it so."

"Later, Son, I shall talk with you about Marijuana. Soon, when everything is ready. Gotta' go now; thanks for hearing me out, goodnight and have a GREAT one!"

Meantime, Little Sister for once was not eavesdropping. Strong warning.

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Josh Joplin Group – Undone Lyrics 19 years ago
Suffering's End: Illumination! (Buddhism.)
Illumination's End: Redemption. (*Genuine* Christianity)
"Having become [by that stage] Heavenly-minded, you shall become at one with the Tao.
And although the body dies, the tao shall never pass away."
Tao te Ching, canto 16 "patterned out" and reconstructred as to the progression of consciousness therein reliably described.

Oddly enuf, the background material one finds on www.psychohistory.com and related sites bears this view out in the sort of clear terms that indeed an elder and wise Imperial Librarian of Ancient China would most likely both recognize and respect.

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Erin McKeown – blackbirds Lyrics 19 years ago
Well, any mill house left prey to blackbirds and the like (hereabouts it's more pigeons, really) is an abandoned, neglected place at base. (The piles become higher and deeper with continued neglect.)

Apart from that point, gee, this's one of the finest light-heartedly imaginative lyric treatments of the Universal Mating Game (and all the DNA memory, mitochondrial drive etc that backs it!) yet sighted. Huzzah!

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