Saturday, December 12, 2009

Overheard.

ME: Hey, you know that song I like, Lisztomania? From this tribute-to-a-tribute that I loved?

J: Yes, I do.

ME: Well I just found out that the band is French!

J: Oh. They sound sort of sound like The Postal Service to me.

ME: Yeah. They sound hipster-y. Is there such a thing as French hipsters?

J: I think they invented it.

2 comments:

  1. "I puked up your greasy hair,
    Ugly black whore;
    You tried to unstring
    My guitar.

    Blah! Some of my dried-up spit,
    Ugly red whore,
    Still stinks in the cracks
    Of your breast.

    O my little lovelies,
    I hate your guts!
    Go stick big blisters
    On your ugly tits!

    Break the cracked bottles and jars
    Of my feelings;
    Come on! Be my ballerinas
    Just for a while!"

    -From "My Little Lovelies" Arthur Rimbaud

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  2. So sentimental
    Not sentimental no
    Romantic not discussing it
    Darling I‚m down and lonely
    When were the fortunate only?
    I‚ve been looking for something else
    Too late too late too late she‚ll be late too late too late
    So go slowly discourage
    Distant from other interests
    On your favorite weekend
    Ending this love for gentlemen only
    That‚s where the fortunate only
    No I gotta be someone else
    These days it comes it comes it comes it comes it comes and goes

    A Lisztomania
    Think less but see it grow
    Like a riot like a riot oh!
    Not easily offended
    Know how to let it go
    From the mess to the masses

    Follow, misguide, stand still.
    Discuss, discourage
    On this precious weekend
    Ending this love for gentlemen only
    Wealthier gentlemen only
    Now that you‚re lonely
    Too late too late too late she‚ll be late too late too late
    So go slowly discourage
    We‚ll burn the pictures instead
    When it‚s all over we can barely discuss
    For one minute only
    Not where the fortunate only
    But I better be something else
    These days it comes it comes it comes it comes it comes and goes

    A Lisztomania
    Think less but see it grow
    Like a riot like a riot oh!
    Not easily offended
    Know how to let it go
    From the mess to the masses

    Oh
    This is show time, this is show time, this is show time
    Time, time is your love, time is your love, yes time is your

    From the mess to the masses
    A Lisztomania
    Think less but see it grow
    Like a riot like a riot oh!
    Discuss, discuss, discuss, discuss, discuss discourage!

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