A keresés eredménye

Hygiaphone

Hidden behind your counter
plywood, chipboard,
linoleum,
PTT office 1
all the holy day,
I can't wait to talk with you.
I want a hundred bullets stamp2
or I want to pass a call.
Give me a little golden ticket instead3
to go for a walk.
 
Speak,
speak into the hygiaphone.4
You don't have to ring the bell
ask on the intercom.
If you desire someone,
pick up your phone,
phone, phone!
 
Dance!
Let play your turntable.
You don't have to yell
ask the megaphone.
Soon at the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore.
 
Like that, to look at each other
each on each side,
we look like a grouper 5
stuck in the aquarium.
But between us, it will be necessary
I break the plexiglass
and that one day, Granny,
I'm talking to your face,
that I tell you the story
of a small holey ticket 6
which never really walked
to go for a walk.
 
Speak,
speak into the hygiaphone.
You don't have to ring the bell
ask on the intercom.
If you desire someone,
pick up your phone,
phone, phone!
 
Dance!
Let play your turntable.
You don't have to yell
ask the megaphone.
Soon at the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore.
 
Dance!
Soon at the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore!
Soon at the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore!
Soon at the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore!
At the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore!
At the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore!
Soon at the other bottom of the line,
you won't have anyone anymore!
 

• 1. Post & Telecommunications Office
• 2. '100 balles' (bullets) is slang language of the 70, 80s in France to designate '1 franc' - 1 franc was the equivalent of 0,15 Euro of today - this was the price of a stand stamp at that time in France
• 3. Metro tickets were yellow with a brown magnetic stripe in the middle at that time
• 4. a two-way communication device placed on the glass that separates the receptionist from the customer
• 5. fish with big round eyes
• 6. at the time of the song, metro tickets were punched by a 'punchman' - 'poinçonneur' in French - who, with his little hand machine, made a round hole in the ticket with the day and hour printed to validate the trip before entering the metro train

Phone Ringin

Goddamn gotta sleep goddammit gotta sleep
Goddamn gotta sleep
Gotta sleep gotta sleep gotta sleep
Gotta sleep damn it
 
Dunno how to close my eyes anymore
I live my dream so I don't sleep
for fear of not fulfilling my wishes
I scream to exhaustion and lack tobacco.
 
Each time the telephone rings
I hang up and talk to no one
I must have gone crazy.
Gotta sleep, damn it
 
I look at life from afar
I'm not feeling that well
I use my pain as inspiration
I don't even check the time anymore
 
Somebody catch me before I'm gone
Somebody catch me before I'm gone
 
Dunno how to close my eyes anymore
I live my dream so I don't sleep
for fear of not fulfilling my wishes
I scream to exhaustion and lack tobacco.
 
Each time the telephone rings
I hang up and talk to no one
I must have gone crazy.
Gotta sleep, damn it
 
I break phases1
breathe gas
gotta run away
I'm insufferable
less chatty
gotta change state
 
Dunno how to close my eyes anymore
I live my dream so I don't sleep
for fear of not fulfilling my wishes
I scream to exhaustion and lack tobacco.
 
Each time the telephone rings
I hang up and talk to no one
I must have gone crazy.
Gotta sleep, damn it
 
Goddamn gotta do it goddammit gotta do it
Gotta sleep goddamn gotta sleep
Goddamn gotta sleep goddammit gotta sleep
Gotta sleep gotta sleep gotta sleep
Gotta sleep damn it
 

• 1. I suppose it's about physics (solid, liquid and gaseous phases), matching the 'state change'

The Cell Phone (Don't Call Me Anymore)

Virginia you know
I enjoyed the other night
In Penhoët's street
When we kissed
The two of us were great
But now you know
That's enough!
 
Virginia, I didn't tell you
But I must explain to you
That I'm a lonely boy
Love relationships
You know what?
It's making me depressed
Well yeah!
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 
You look surprised
And it surprises me
Because it seemed to me
That I had explained to you
That my lifestyle
Did not match
To your lifestyle
 
Since all this time
Now I receive
Incessant phone calls
From you
It makes me nervous
I ask you from now on
To send me only emails
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 

I'm waiting for your call

You've been looking at and I've been looking at you all this time
You're speaking to me with your eyes and I talk to you
Something is happening inside of us, something dreaming
You and I are like hypnotized
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I'm waiting for your call
To get in your arms
I'm waiting for your call
So you can be mine
So I can be yours
Get ready
 
There's something magical between us
Something like a magnetic field
Ask me whatever you want now
I won't deny it
Call me late at night, I won't sleep
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• 1. Her number

The telephone weeps

(Child) Hello!
 
(Dad) Listen, is your mum nearby?
Please tell her: 'Mum, there's someone for you.'
 
(C) Ah, it's the gentleman from last time?
Ok, I'll go find her
I think she's taking a bath
and I don't know if she can come.
 
(D) Tell her, please, tell her it's important
I am going to wait.
 
(C) Tell me, have you done something to my mum?
She is gesturing to me
she is whispering to me 'Make him believe I'm not here.'
 
(D) Tell me, how is your house?
Do you learn your lessons every evening?
 
(C) Oh yes! But since my mum works
a neighbor takes me to school.
There's only one signature on my booklet,
others have those of their dads, I don't.
 
(D) Oh, tell her I suffer
I have been suffering for six years,
it's your age, my child.
 
(C) Ah, no. I am five years old.
Eh, tell me, have you already met my mum?
For she has never told me about you.
Stay on the line, eh!
 
(D) The telephone weeps when she doesn't come
When he cries 'I love you'
the words die inside the handset.
The telephone weeps, don't hang up
I am so close to you with my voice.
Will you be at the hotel Beau-Rivage for the upcoming holidays?
Do you like the beach?
 
(C) Oh yes, I love bathing
and I can also swim.
But tell me, how do you know the hotel Beau-Rivage?
Have you been to Sainte Maxime too?
 
(P) Oh, tell her my suffering
how much I love both of you!
 
(C) I love you? But I have never seen you
What's up?
Your voice is different, why?
But... you are crying, why?
 
(D) The telephone weeps when she doesn't come
When he cries 'I love you'
the words die inside the handset.
The telephone weeps, don't hang up
I am so close to you with my voice.
Tell me, listen, yes
The telephone weepsfor the last time
because tomorrow I will be at the bottom of a train.
Tell me, stall her.
 
(C) But she's going away
 
(D) Insist!
 
(C) She's gone
 
(D) If she's gone, so be it.
 
(C) Goodbye, sir.
 
(D) Goodbye, little one.
 

Cinderella

Versions: #1
Cinderella's turning twenty
And she's the most beautiful child
Her dear lover, sir Prince Charming
Takes her away on his white horse
Time slips her mind
In this silver palace
So as no to notice the rising day
She closed her eyes and in her dreams
 
She's gone
Lovely little story
She's gone
Lovely little story
 
Cinderella's turning thirty
And she's the saddest of mothers
Her Prince Charming has walked away
He left her for Sleeping Beauty
She's seen countless white horses
Take her children away from her
So she starts to drink
To hang around in bars
And wallowing in her despair
Now she's starting to work the streets
 
She's gone
Lovely little story
She's gone
Lovely little story
 
After just ten years of this life
She ended up a junkie
And in an infinite slumber
Cinderella's watching her life go
The lights dance inside
The ambulance
But she kills her very last chance
Nothing matters anymore
 
She's gone
End of story
 
Our Father who art so old,
Say, have you really done your best?
Because on Earth and in heaven
Your angels do not like growing old
 

If You Phone Me

If you phone me, be careful
that it is not my mother who picks up the phone.
You would have to explain who you are,
what you do, and how long have we known each other.
 
If you phone me, take care, darling.
If unfortunately my father is here, I would be in big trouble.
I would have to explain to him on the spot your feelings
and the social standing of your parents.
 
What could any of this do to them?
All of this does not concern them at all.
If I love you, that's nobody's business but my own.
Oh, oh, honey, that's why
 
if you phone me, try to pick
the day when my parents decide to go out
because, if they were right by my side, understand me,
I could not tell you that I am completely crazy for you.
 
~~~~~
 
What could any of this do to them?
All of this does not concern them at all.
If I love you, that's nobody's business but my own.
Oh, oh, honey, that's why
 
if you phone me, try to pick
the day when my parents decide to go out.
I will tell you—oh yes, it's true—come over and do not delay a second.
Tonight, I want to love you up close.
Tonight, I want to dream next to you.
Tonight, I want to hold you in my arms.
Tonight, I want to cry out for joy.
 

Phone Me

You believe that the whole world depends on my telephone,
that I am continually asked out by a god, by a man.
You're afraid I might say to you: 'Sorry, my evening is taken'—
and that you might interrupt me in the middle of a singing exercise.
 
You see me as a star but I am only a woman.
You know sometimes that glory has made my soul blue.
I want to listen to other words than those written in newspapers.
Dial my number and throw yourself into the mix.
 
Phone me, call me.
I'm waiting only for a call—I need to hear a voice.
Phone me—in my calendar,
I have time for me—phone me.
 
I am not some fierce beast who paws and then leaves.
I won't give you a love overdose if you make the first move.
You believe me to be happy and quiet, but I'm alone on my island.
Without you, my entire life hangs by a thread.
 
Phone me, call me.
I'm waiting only for a call—I need to hear a voice.
Phone me—in my calendar,
I have time for me—phone me.
 
The evening of December 31st in the Valley of the Dolls,
she was alone in her room—no one called her.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world—she was rich, she was blond.
Yet at the last stroke of midnight, it was farewell to life.
 
Phone me, call me.
These are not stories until it is too late.
Phone me—the pills of hope
I take me every night—phone me.
 

Electric city

Shadows of love and faces.
Saw your blue eyes in a café
Just a gesture, you do the rest
Drank your green eyes in a black cofee
We used to dance on machines
We used to sing in clubs
Giving the best we got
Turning our bodies int watchers1
 
City, I have a right to be here2
City, your electricity
makes me all excited!
That's what density is.
Dance, dance, dance.
 
Let's look for shape amidst the puzzle
Let's change shape
We won't ever be alone again
The animal under your skin
hurts a little less.
We used to dance on machines
Dancing, dancing.
We used to sing in clubs
Singing, singing
made us give our best
Giving, giving
took us, took us, took us... some place else!
 
City, I have a right to be there
City, your electricity
makes me all excited!
City, and that's density
City, your elasticity
City, your electricity
only incites me.
City, that's the dance city3
City, conniving,
City, complex
City, capacity
Elasticity, ferocity, simplicity, necessity
Viva, viva city4
Viva... (x4)
City
Viva... (x4)
City, your electricity, city
City, that's density, city
Dance... (x4)
 

• 1. ???
• 2. terrible pun on 'droit de cité' (being offcially allowed to be somewhere)
• 3. 'density' (sigh...)
• 4. 'vivacity' (re-sigh...)

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A hívás

Minden szerelmemet odaadom neked, még az időmet is, azon fáradozva, hogy kapcsolatot letesítsek velek a telefonon,
te annyire közel vagy, de távol is tőlem,
egesz éjszaka és nappal felhívogatlak,
odaadom az egész szerelmemet és még időmet is, hogy kapcsolatot létesítsek veled a telefonvonalon,
annyira messze vagy, de távol is nagyon,
egész ejjel felhívlak, de nappal is, odaadom a szerelmemet, és az időmet is, azon faradozva, hogy kapcsolatot létesítsek veled a vonalon.
 

Phone lament

When we leave one another and you call me,
I'm sad for a host of reasons.
It saddens me that your voice rings
in my ear while you're not there,
and also you speak too close to the receiver.
I know you love me, alright, but just don't be so loud!
You always call when I work or when I sleep.
I'd think you're picking your time.
 
Use your phone if you feel like it, but please,
if it's for blabbering, just don't call me!
You can write to me, reel off your life story,
but you know, thinking of me is quite enough.
I feel an pang of anguish when the phone rings.
It annoys me, thinking it'll be you again.
Seven phone calls within the hour,
that's way too much for a single person1!
 
We say stupid things when we speak.
We fight, we are out of our minds.
If you ask me, what really matters
in life are feelings.
Ears have their limits.
As for me, I love you when you're quiet!
A silence, a pounding heart,
a caress, you can't beat these.
 
Call me if you feel like it,
but don't try to talk nice to me.
I know you just don't want me to forget about you,
but sometimes I think it would actually be a relief.
When we leave one another and you call me,
my poor head buzzes with all your speeches.
I like it better when we see each other
and cuddle up to one another
and kiss, and you're quiet at last!
 

• 1. that was written at a time when SnapChat was still lying in an inconcievable future, of course...

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