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A. my favourite waste of time

B. i have dreams of getting high

C. i fancy dreaming of a better future; everything they say is everything i’ve ever wanted to hear

D. i’m actually scared of politics, so i keep a keen eye on it

E. none of the above; i like to keep my cool

inspre est

romanta moscovita

haru mamburu

Léa, Louise Attaque

Elle est pas terroriste, elle est pas anti-terroriste
Elle est pas integriste, elle est pas seule sur terre
Elle est pas commode, non elle est pas comme Aude
Elle est pas froide, elle est pas chaude pour nu realiste
Elle est pas crediteur
Elle est pas mechante, mais putain qu’est ce qu’elle est chiante

Lea
Elle est pas interimaire, elle est pas comme ma mere
Elle est passagere, elle est pacifiste,
Elle est pas d’accord, elle est passionnee
Elle est pas fute fute, elle est pathetique, elle aime pas tous mes tics
Elle est pas solitaire, elle est pas solidaire, elle est paresseuse
Elle est pas reciproque, elle est pas en cloque
Elle est pas d’la region PACA, elle a qu’a s’envoler

Lea
Elle est parisienne, elle est pas presentable,
Elle est pas jolie, elle est pas moche non plus ,
Elle est pas a gauche, elle est pas a droite,
elle est pas maladroite

Lea
Elle est pas terroriste, elle est pas anti-terroriste
Elle est pas jolie, elle est pas moche non plus
Elle est pas toujours drole, elle est pas libre
Elle est pas tentee, elle est paternaliste
Elle est pas inspiree, elle est patiente
Elle est pasticheuse elle est pas cible, elle fait pas la politique

Elle l’a pas vole, elle passing-shot
Elle est passe-temps, elle est passable
Elle est pas stable, elle est pas partout
Elle dit qu’elle partira ou elle est meme pas venue
Elle est partisane, elle est pas pas pas sortable
Et ça j’vous l’ai pas pas deja dit
Qu’elle est parisienne, elle est parisienne
Elle est pas terroriste, elle est pas terroriste

Little Murders, 1971, Alan Arkin

You all know why we’re here. There’s often so much sham about this business of marriage. Everyone accepts it. Ritual. That’s why I was so heartened when Alfred asked me to perform this ceremony. He has certain beliefs, which I assume you all know. He is an atheist, which is perfectly all right. Really it is. I happen not to be, but inasmuch as this ceremony connotes… an abandonment of ritual… in the search for truth… I agreed to perform it.

First, let me state to you, Alfred… and to you, Patricia… that of the 200 marriages that I have performed… all but seven have failed. So the odds are not good. We don’t like to admit it, especially at the wedding ceremony… but it’s in the back of all our minds, isn’t it? How long will it last? We all think that, don’t we? We don’t like to bring it out in the open, but we all think that. Well, I say, why not bring it out in the open? Why does one decide to marry? Social pressure? Boredom? Loneliness? Sexual appeasement? Love? I won’t put any of these reasons down. Each in its own way is adequate. Each is all right.

Last year I married a musician who wanted to get married in order to stop masturbating. Please, don’t be startled. I’m not putting him down. That marriage did not work. But the man tried. He is now separated, still masturbating… but he is at peace with himself… because he tried society’s way. So, you see, it was not a mistake. It turned out all right.

Now, just last month I married a novelist to a painter. Everyone at the wedding ceremony was under the influence of an hallucinogenic drug. The drug quickened our mental responses… slowed our physical responses… and the whole ceremony took two days to perform. Never have the words had such meaning. Now, that marriage should last. Still, if it does not, well, that’ll be all right.

For don’t you see, any step that one takes is useful, is positive… has to be positive because it’s a part of life. Even the negation of the previously taken step is positive. That too is a part of life. And in this light… and only in this light… should marriage be viewed as a small, single step. If it works, fine. If it fails, fine. Look elsewhere for satisfaction. To more marriages, fine. As many as one wants. Fine. To homosexuality? Fine. To drug addiction? I will not put it down. Each of these is an answer for somebody.

For Alfred, today’s answer is Patricia. For Patricia, today’s answer is Alfred. I will not put them down for that. So what I implore you both… Patricia and Alfred… to dwell on while I ask you these questions required by the state of New York to… legally bind you… sinister phrase, that… is that not only are the legal questions I ask you meaningless… but so too are the inner questions that you ask yourselves meaningless. Feeling one’s partner does not matter. Sexual disappointment does not matter. Nothing can hurt if you do not see it as being hurtful. Nothing can destroy if you do not see it as destructive. It is all part of life… part of what we are.

So now, Alfred… „Do you take Patricia to be your lawfully wedded wife… to love…”whatever that means… „to honor… to keep her in sickness, in health, in prosperity and adversity…” What nonsense! „Forsaking all others…” What a shocking invasion of privacy. Rephrase that to more sensibly say… „If you choose to have affairs, then you won’t feel guilty about them.” ‘As long as you both shall live…” Or as long as you’re not tired of one another.

– Yeah.
– And, Patsy… „Do you take Alfred to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love…” That harmful word again. Could not one more wisely say…”communicate”?
„To honor…” I suppose by that it means you won’t cut his balls off, but some men like that. „To obey…” Well, my first glance at you told me you were not the type to obey. So I went to my thesaurus, and I came back with these alternatives. „To show devotion, to be loyal… to show fealty, to answer the helm, to be pliant.” General enough, I think, and still leave plenty of room to dominate. „In sickness, in health…” and all the rest of that gobbledygook… „so long as you both shall live?”

I do.

Alfred and Patsy… I know now that whatever you do… will be all right.

To Patsy’s father, Carol Newquist… I’ve never heard that name on a man before, but I’m sure it’s all right. I ask you, sir, feel no guilt… over the $250 check you gave me to mention the Deity in the ceremony. What you have done is all right. It’s part of what you are, part of what we all are. And I beg you not to be overly perturbed when I do not mention the Deity in the ceremony. Betrayal, too, is all right. It too is part of what we all are.

And to Patsy’s brother, Kenneth Newquist… with whom I had the pleasure of a private chat… I beg you feel no shame. Homosexuality is all right. Really it is. It’s perfectly all right.

[Kenny]
Son of a bitch.!

Oh, it’s all right. Really, it’s all right.

[All Yelling]
– Hitting people is all right.

[Kenny Yelling]
– Police! Police!

It’s all right. It’s all part of life.

Police!

Really, it’s all right. Beautiful.

[All Yelling]

Police! Police!

[Kenny]
Faggot! Faggot!

– All right.
– Faggot!

It’s all right. Really, it’s all right.

si trailer-ul:

trei purcelusi isi doreau o casa a lor; primul purcelus si-a construit o casa din fin moale, a venit lupul si l-a suflat; purcelusul a fugit si s-a adapostit in casa din lemn a celui de-al doilea purcelus; a venit lupul si a suflat-o; cei doi purcelusi au fugit spre casa din piatra a celui de-al treilea purcelus si au fost salvati.

trei purcelusi isi doreau o casa a lor; si pentru ca erau de stinga si cam saraci si-au facut un buget multianual astfel: in primul an facem trei casute din fin sa avem ceva deasupra capului, in al doilea an le izolam cu lemn ca sa nu mai rabdam de frig, iar in al treilea an adaugam niste ziduri de piatra care sa reziste la cutremur; in primul an a venit lupul si le-a suflat; purcelusii nu s-au mai adapostit nicaieri.

trei purcelusi isi doreau o casa a lor; unul s-a inteles cu arhitectul, si-a scos autorizatie de constructie pe sub mina pe o suprafata mai mica si a luat materiale ieftine de la un var de-al doilea care lucra intr-o firma care avea contract cu anl; a inceput constructia, dar, ce sa vezi? ce construia ziua, noaptea se darima; si-a tot muncit creierii sa afle de ce pina intr-o noapte in care s-a luminat: nevasta era de vina; a doua zi a divortat si s-a mutat in chirie pentru ca a pierdut pamintul la proces; al doilea purcelus si-a construit casa pe un deal ca acolo era pamintul mai ieftin; cind a terminat si-a tras curent de la electrica si l-a costat inca o data pretul casei; al treilea purcelus si-a construit o casa cu etaj de 200 mp pe nivel ca nu mai suporta sa stea inghesuit in bloc; apoi s-a mutat peste iarna in chirie intr-o garsoniera si a dat-o spre vinzare la o agentie pentru ca nu-si permitea sa plateasca si ratele si incalzirea.

trei purcelusi isi doreau o casa a lor si au primit-o de la anl; vintul batea pe la geamuri, peretii erau subtiri si neizolati, tevile proaste; nu puteau schimba sau repara mai nimic pentru ca nu erau proprietari; in schimb, cheltuielile erau mari, asa ca isi cheltuiau tot venitul lunar pe o prostie.

trei purcelusi englezi isi doreau o casa a lor pentru ca niste porci de nemti le bombardasera pe cele pe care le avusesera mai inainte; au primit fiecare cite un credit cu garantia statului, si-au cumparat cite o casuta tip cu bucatarie si living jos, 2-3 dormitoare mici sus si cite o masinuta cu trei roti; unul avea darul bauturii si era cam lenes, asa ca banca i-a suflat casa; s-a mutat impreuna cu un frate de-al lui mai bun la inima si acum platesc fericiti rate pina la adinci batrineti.

doi din trei purcelusi lucrau in spania in constructii; s-au intors cu bani de avans, know-how si citeva casete uzate cu manele tocmai pe cind incepea un program national de constructii de locuinte pe schelet metalic.

probabil v-ati obisnuit in ultimii ani cu lansari fastuoase ale filmelor fratilor coen, cu primiri entuziaste din partea criticii si a publicului; nu e cazul anul acesta; filmul ‘a serious man’ a fost lansat de citeva luni bune si, iata, nu se intimpla nimic; de ce? pentru ca fratii coen au decis de aceasta data sa faca un film ca la inceputuri, un film de care te poti indragosti sau sa il poti uri ca e prea lung si tezist si fara vreo actiune sau idee clara sau nobila; un film care sa nu incerce sa te cucereasca, un film cu adevarat nonconformist – ce poate fi mai nonconformist in ziua de azi decit o poveste evreiasca in care eroul principal este ortodox, relativ credincios, bine intentionat si are bunul-simt sa nu priceapa ce i se intimpla, iar regizorii, cunostintele, vecinii si rabinii din chibut nu par mai destepti sau mai lamuriti decit el asupra subiectului?

si trailer-ul:

intr-o casuta pe linga muzeul de istorie era un batrin ungur care avea toata muzica; ii duceai casete, te scria pe un caiet si veneai dupa citeva zile si le luai inregistrate; ii spuneai ca vrei dire straits, communique si pink floyd, a saucerful of secrets si atom heart mother si ii lasai trei casete de 60; cind ajungeai acasa, le ascultai si la sfirsit gaseai 3-4 melodii de completare cu jefferson airplane, jethro tull sau king crimson, toate batute frumos la masina pe coperta; asa ca adunai bani, luai alte casete si te intorceai si batrinelul te scria din nou pe lista; avea cum va spuneam toata muzica; daca se intimpla totusi sa vrei un album obscur pe care nu il avea la indemina, nu era nici o problema; te scria pe caiet, treceai peste o saptamina, doua si ti-l aducea de la budapesta, unde mergea regulat o data la citeva saptamini dupa ‘noutati’; iar la sfirsit gaseai, ca de fiecare data, inca vreo 3-4 melodii de la vreo formatie pe care o ignorasesi pina atunci si care de obicei cinta un stil complet diferit de muzica.

Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show

The millionaire

Before we begin, thank you
Thank you, oh thank you, thank you
Thank you
I’m not a bad person, I don’t drink and I don’t kill
I’ve got no evil habits and I probably never will
I don’t sing like Elvis Presley, I can’t dance like Fred Astaire
But there’s one thing in my favour, (what) I’m a millionaire (that’s beautiful)

And I got more money than a horse has hairs
‘Cause my rich old uncle died and answered all my prayers
But having all this money is gonna bring me down
If you ain’t with me honey to help me spread it around

I could get myself a nose job, I could diet for a year
But I’ll never be Robert Redford, ‘cause I’m much too fond of beer
Please don’t misunderstand me it’s not love I’m trying to buy
It’s just I got all this here money and I’m a pretty ugly guy

But I got more money than a horse has hairs
‘Cause my rich old uncle died and answered all my prayers
But having all this money is gonna bring me down
If you ain’t with me honey to help me spread it around

I don’t mind if you love me for my money
If you love me for whatever else I’ve got
Except for all this stuff I’m alone in Fort Knox
I don’t guess I’m doing all that hot

But I got more money than a horse has hairs
‘Cause my rich old uncle died and answered all my prayers
But having all this money is gonna bring me down
If you ain’t with me honey to help me spread it around

Hey you, come here babe
Stop crying
Put a quarter in the jukebox





not that one, dear 🙂

My mother’s heart and soul
Have gone halfway up the pole
My father’s on the dole
This is taking its toll
My friend Bert is much too old
And his dog’s beyond control
Though it sometimes seems they’re droll
It’s a nuisance on the whole

I’m profoundly in love with Pandora
My poem has an intellectual theme
The tenderness with which I adore her
Goes all bouncy in my dreams

Yesterday my chin was clear
Now a new spot has appeared
Barry Kent had cost me dear
Till my Grandma interfered
The BBC know I’m sincere
In making writing my career
Wish my mum would come back here
Lots of ups and downs this year

I’m profoundly in love with Pandora
She’s got knee-socks and treacle-coloured hair
The tenderness with which I adore her
Is something fine and rare

But, my father’s in a mess
And there’s a great deal of stress
At our house
And my major concern
Is that things might return
To normal
So get rid of that creep
And come back to sleep
In our house
We both miss you mum
So hurry up and come
Back home

My mother’s heart and soul
Have gone halfway up the pole

Though it sometimes seems they’re droll
It’s a nuisance on the whole

Yesterday my chin was clear
Now a new spot has appeared
Profoundly in love with Pandora

Wish my mum would come back here
Lots of ups and downs this year

I’m profoundly in love with Pandora
Things aren’t always what they seem
The tenderness with which I adore her
Is indeed a love supreme

pentru curiosi: este vorba despre dr pandora louise elizabeth braithwaite 🙂
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandora_Braithwaite

tocmai s-a lansat (08.01.2010) filmul sex & drugs & rock & roll; un scurt interviu cu andy serkis, interpretul lui ian dury in film:

biografie: http://www.begabluesband.ro/biografie/kamo.htm