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[UnderYourSpell]

Italian effeminate gentlemen,
Escorted by ladies for cover,
Departing from France in Catamaran,
Are soon to arrive in Dover.

Adieux, mes amies and mes camarades,
Adieux, mon Calais et Boulogne,
Worse than this trip it could be my charade,
And I am to play it all alone.

(excuse my French)

One wonders what effeminate Italian gentlemen were doing in France except learning to speak French instead of Italian!

 

[twelveoone]

a little mutation, suitable for getting sued, if I don't call it quits here.

We're on a road to Xan'du
with Kubla Khan
We're on a road to Xan'du
Just wave that wand

There's an Abyssinian maid
And all the dulcimers played,
And it's all right, baby it's all right

A savage place! Not very nice.
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
But it's all right, baby it's all right

 

[butters]

a little mutation, suitable for getting sued, if I don't call it quits here.

We're on a road to Xan'du
with Kubla Khan
We're on a road to Xan'du
Just wave that wand

There's an Abyssinian maid
And all the dulcimers played,
And it's all right, baby it's all right

A savage place! Not very nice.
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
But it's all right, baby it's all right

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Ladies, do you ever get in the situation
when hormones refuse to disperse,
and sitting with your legs crossed
only makes it worse?!

 

[pelegrino]

Paper Moon

LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => AND SO, YOU ALL GO...

HILLSIDE
EARLY MORNING
19/6/2013

ΧΑΡΤΙΝΟ ΤΟ ΦΕΓΓΑΡΑΚΙ-ΠΑΡΩΔΙΑ 2

Να φέρει η θάλασσα αχινούς,
Κι' ένα σκληρό χταπόδι,
Και να σου φεύγει όλος ο νούς,
Σαν σε τσιμπούν στο πόδι.

Κάλπικο το φεγγαράκι,
Κάλπικη είσαι κι' εσύ,
Μόλις πιώ ένα γαράκι,
Είναι η νύχτα μου χρυσή.

Δίχως τη δική σου αγάπη,
Πιο καλά περνά ο καιρός,
Δίχως τη δική σου αγάπη,
Ίσως βγω πιο τυχερός.

Κάλπικο το φεγγαράκι,
Κάλπικη είσαι κι' εσύ,
Μόλις πιώ ένα γαράκι,
Είναι η νύχτα μου χρυσή.

TRANSLATION
My second parody of a famous song for concluding a cycle I wrote last year for "AND SO, YOU ALL GO…"

PAPER MOON-PARODY 2

The sea should bring urchins,
And a hard octopus,
And you should loose your wits,
As they tingle your foot.

The moon is fake,
You're also fake,
When I smoke a little joint,
My night is golden.

Without your love,
I have a better time,
Without your love,
Maybe I will get luckier.

The moon is fake,
You're also fake,
When I smoke a little joint,
My night is golden.

ORIGINAL

This is a beautiful song by composer Manos Hatzidakis on a text by Tennessee Williams from the play "A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE". Too many videos of it in youtube, I just choose two at random where you can hear it been murdered by Nana Mouskouri.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEDgZEbvPpQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EL5yylJKsu0
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manos_Hatzidakis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Streetcar_Named_Desire


PAPER MOON

The sea will bring birds,
And the soft wind golden stars,
caressing your hair,
kissing your hand.

The moon is made of paper,
fake is the sea shore,
if you would believe me a little,
everything would be true.

without your love
the time passes quickly,
without your love
the world is smaller.

The moon is made of paper,
fake is the sea shore,
if you would believe me a little,
everything would be true.