I missed this thoughtful reply.

Si l'enfer c'est les autres, le paradis aussi. — Olivier5

Don't you just love being both? :halo: et :naughty:

There are times I watch and listen to this. It calms me, even though I no longer can believe in any God... it's in Italy!

Some humans can make a difference, even if they are called 'Saints'.

Prayer of St. Francis,(Make Me A Channel of Your Peace) sung by Angelina, EWTN
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI1Gst7pEqc

Don't you just love being both? :halo: et :naughty: — Amity

You know me well...

I visited Assisi once but I know very little about St Francis, still.

I visited Assisi once but I know very little about St Francis, still — Olivier5

There was a time when I knew St Francis a little.
And I would have given my eye teeth to visit Assisi...

Andrea Bocelli Devil and the Angel
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=eLRzSGHlA5c

Zucchero & Miles Davis - Dune Mosse

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=A60xWr-nqv0

I was somewhat less interested in ecclesiastic history when I visited Assisi than I am now. I remember the basilica was beautiful. A missed opportunity for my spiritual education I guess.

Renaud wrote about his own two sides in the following song, implying that we are all part Dr Jekyll, part Mister Hyde. He has indeed two distinct styles: one ultra-sarcastic, and one very romantic.

"Renard" means "fox". "Gainsbare" is a nickname for Gainsbourg's seedy side. Dominique is Renaud's ex-wife.


Doctor Renaud, Mister Renard

As there were Gainsbourg and Gainsbare
There's Renaud and the Renard
Renaud drinks only water
While the Renard runs on Ricard.
One side white, one side black
No one is just ugly or beautiful
Half angel, and half asshole
That's what we gonna see...

Renard is a hellish drinker
Renaud is as sober as a sparrow
When Renaud goes to bed
Renard collapses in the gutter.
Renaud is afraid of smoking joints
Because they make you stupid
Renard rolls them up just fine
To blow away his skull.

Renaud tries - it's his job
To write nice little stories
To touch his audience
And amuse the kids.
At the tip of his pen,
Renard only finds clichés
Dark thoughts inspired by gloom
And paranoia.

Renaud suffers all the ills
Endured in this barbaric world
He carries them
Like a cross on his back.
But the biggest injustice
Only makes the cynic Renard laugh.
He snides at this whole mess
If the whole world would die tomorrow
Renard would rather rejoice.

Renaud chose the guitar
And poetry and words
As somehow ridiculous weapons
To castigate all the bastards.
Renard - it's his anarchist side
Spits on all the ideals
He can't care less
For the most beautiful deed

Renaud should be praised
Because in love - and that his pride
He is as tender as a lamb
For one single story.
Renard rubs himself against all flesh
And only has one-night stands
With the ugly and the cute
Renard is quite the little pervert.

As they both turned 50,
Despair is growing and
Renard is bound to take over Renaud.
Today, he lost his love
His beautiful Dominique
She leaves the villain Renard
But will always love Renaud.

Renaud wrote about his own two sides in the following song, implying that we are all part Dr Jekyll, part Mister Hyde. He has indeed two distinct styles: one ultra-sarcastic, and one very romantic. — Olivier5

Thanks again for a wonderful song and translation of the lyrics.
The story straight from the knowing heart and mind.
How very human...our struggles without and within...

'Dans cette chanson, Renaud évoque son combat contre l’alcoolisme.' - French wiki.

:hearts:

In effect, Renard is Renaud's demon.

The French text is much better than my translation, BTW. He writes in thick Parisian slang, and I learnt English in books. I don't speak any English slang.

I was somewhat less interested in ecclesiastic history when I visited Assisi than I am now. I remember the basilica was beautiful. A missed opportunity for my spiritual education I guess. — Olivier5

I can't remember why I so wished to visit Assisi.
Possibly steeped in a religious phase - when it felt good to be 'good' and bad when I was 'bad' ( drinking alcohol, having fun, being that devil).

The tension between the different needs and wants.
Who was I pleasing and why?

Embarking on a pilgrimage of sorts...to find answers.
That's what philosophy is good for.

Glad to find and be part of it...
It can be heaven or it can be hell.
And that's quite all right :sparkle:

Yes. Got that :cool:

Edit: ah, you wrote more...

The French text is much better than my translation, BTW. He writes in thick Parisian slang, and I learnt English in books. I don't speak any English slang. — Olivier5

I read the French lyrics and nearly posted them but I'm tired.
All kinds of slang slung about. Makes life interesting...if confusing at times.

Fais de beaux rêves...

Not many folks would understand Renaud's verses here. It's not even standard French...

This may be a bit easier to follow. Must be the only pop song mentioning Derrida.

Je suis africain - Rachid Taha

Je suis Africain
Africain du Nord au Sud
Je suis Africain
Dedans comme dehors

Je suis Africain
Je n’ai pas le rythme dans la peau
Je suis Africain
Un albinos afro

Africain
J’aime, j’aime l’Afrique
Africain
Fantasmagorique
Africain
De New York au Congo
Africain
Dieu a la même peau

Je suis Africain
De Paris à Bamako
Je suis Africain
Du Fuji au Kilimandjaro

Mandela ?
Africain !
La Kahina ?
Africain !
Malcom X ?
Africain !
Kateb Yacine ?
Africain !
Jimi Hendrix ?
Africain !
Jacques Derrida ?
Africain !
Angela Davis ?
Africain !
Frantz Fanon ?
Africain !
Lumumba ?
Africain !
Sankara ?
Africain !
Bob Marley ?
Africain !
Hampâté Bâ ?
Africain !
Aimé Césaire ?
Africain !
Rachid Taha ?
Africain !

Who was I pleasing and why? — Amity

God, maybe, or your vision of Him. Parents, often. Your self-esteem too, perhaps.

There are worse saints than Francis, if you ask me. He is interesting as an early supporter of ecology and animal rights. Current pope Francis chose his papal name in reference to Francis of Assisi, for this very reason. St Francis is modern, in this sense, as the patron saint of ecology.

Not many folks would understand Renaud's verses here. It's not even standard French... — Olivier5

Yes but still I wanted to post the words here. Perhaps to see how you derived the meaning...

This may be a bit easier to follow. Must be the only pop song mentioning Derrida. — Olivier5

:smile:

Just what I needed; a delightful release from reading the Guardian and politics.
'Fantasmagorique' - word of the day :cool:

Je n’ai pas le rythme dans la peau — Olivier5

I don't have rhythm in my skin ?
It doesn't matter what skin you are in, we're all the same.
We sing and dance to our own music...the rhythm of a pulsing life. Inside and out.

Dedans comme dehors — Olivier5

Dieu a la même peau — Olivier5

God has the same skin?
Hmmm. God is human?

Jacques Derrida.
What's the African connection?

Interesting set of characters in the video. Pretty sure I spotted Dr. Who...

God, maybe, or your vision of Him. Parents, often. Your self-esteem too, perhaps. — Olivier5

Pleasing all of the above. Perhaps not getting to know and please myself...
Do we ever?

Current pope Francis chose his papal name in reference to Francis of Assisi, for this very reason. St Francis is modern, in this sense, as the patron saint of ecology. — Olivier5

Ah yes, I'd forgotten that. I am not a Catholic and don't have much time for Popes or Saints. But the kind spirit of the man, that's another thing altogether.

Derrida was born in Algeria, I guess. Maybe also as a guru of post-colonial studies? Taha shouldn't be taken too seriously though, he liked to joke a lot.

But the kind spirit of the man, that's another thing altogether. — Amity

That's what I meant. I'm not a catholic anymore, but I still like a few guys in that church.

OK. Thanks for intro. How did you get to know him and his music?
I am always intrigued by that and the endless surprises on this thread...

That's what I meant. I'm not a catholic anymore, but I still like a few guys in that church. — Olivier5

'A few guys' :chin:

I followed Rachid Taha's career since the beginning, always liked him. He was a bit lazy, never produced a lot of albums but he was a provocateur... He started with a cover of Douce France by Trenet, an ode to France, a monument of chanson française, that he orchestrated using North African instruments and musicians... That was funny, and also touching. He got a lot of airtime for that. He then did a few songs per decade, often with antiracism as a theme.

A cover of Clash and another of his songs posted earlier.

Ukraine is not yet dead, nor its glory and freedom,
Luck will still smile on us brother-Ukrainians.
Our enemies will vanish, as the dew does in the sunshine,
And we, too, brothers, we'll live happily in our land.
We’ll not spare either our souls or bodies to get freedom
And we’ll prove that we, brothers, are of Kozak kin.



The lyrics constitute a slightly modified original first stanza of the patriotic poem titled "Ukraine Is Not Dead Yet," written in 1862 by Pavlo Chubynsky, a prominent ethnographer from the region of Ukraine's capital, Kiev. In 1863, Mykhailo Verbytsky composed music to accompany Chubynsky's text. The first choral performance of the piece was at the Ukraine Theatre in Lviv, in 1864. The song was first the national anthem of the Ukrainian People's Republic, Carpatho-Ukraine and later the independent post-Soviet Ukraine.

Singing and performance of the song was banned when Ukraine became part of the Soviet Union in 1922.

The official lyrics were changed slightly to say, "Ukraine's freedom has not yet perished, nor has her glory," instead of "Ukraine isn't dead yet, nor her glory or freedom," NationalAnthems.info says. Still, some online sites continue to use the "has not yet died," phrasing.

In Europe and America
There's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mister Krushchev said, "We will bury you"
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It'd be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy
From Oppenheimer's deadly toy?
There is no monopoly on common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology,
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore
Mister Reagan says, "We will protect you"
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology,
Regardless of ideology
But what might save us, me and you
Is if the Russians love their children too

I would like to tell you, I would like to say
That I knew that this would happen
That things would go this way
But I cannot deceive you,
This was never planned
I know that you're the right girl but
Do you think that I am the right man?

1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(but I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna)

You say it's not a problem,
You say it's meant to be
But love is not an option,
Our love is never free
And things are not so easy,
So cold and we've been burned
I know that I'll have regrets but
That's the price of one more lesson learned

1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(but I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna)

Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(I don't wanna fall in love)
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna fall in love)
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(I don't wanna fall in love)
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna)

day nine in ukraine ...

:death: :fire:

"When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Yeah

When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

When the music
is your
special friend
Dance
on
fire
as it intends
Music
is your
only friend
Un-
til the end
Until the end
Until the
end

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends,
"Alive!" she cried
Waiting for me
Out–
side

Before I sink
into the
big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream
of the butterfly

Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired
of hangin' around
Waitin' around with
our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound

Very near yet, very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today

What have they done to the earth, yeah?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered
and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the
side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and
dragged
her
down

I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down
to the ground
We want the world and we want it
We want the world and we want it
Now
Now?
NOW!!!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus
Save us!

So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

Well, the music
is your
special friend
Dance
on
fire
as it intends
Music
is your
only friend
Un-
til the end
Until the end
Until the
end"


"When the Music's Over" (11:00)
Strange Days, 1967 (2017 mono mix)
The Doors

NB:The Intro was inspired by Herbie Hancock's "Watermelon Man" (1962) ...

The Black Carnival



I dive upside down, attracted by ecstasy
A green swirl illuminates the sirens
The reflection of torches in turquoise vomit
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
Oh, the carni...
The carni...

Yes, endorphins have gone up
Drawing a bow in the night
From the color of opiates
Under the vault, I faint
I'm pulling my head out of our
Games, in which I see myself dead
I am alone with the gold of the water
Under the surface of the dawn
I leave the comings and goings of souls
On the other side of the diving board
In the distance the reflection of the din
From a carnival
From a carnival becoming black

The black carnival
The black carnival
The black carnival
The black carnival

The celestial circle drawn by screams
My glasses fray the spectrum of fountains
Eyes glued to the sky all faces shine
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
Oh, the carni...
The carni...

Yes, endorphins have gone up
On the other side of the diving board
The color of opiates
Of a carnival
Of a carnival becoming black
The black carnival

In the distance, I see the black carnival

Thanks for sharing :heart:

Give A Little Bit - Supertramp
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WA7JY1OoxnU

Keep on knockin' but you can't come in.
I get to understand you been
livin' in sin.
But walk right in, woman,
sit right down
I will keep on lovin' you,
I play the clown.

"Bend Down Low" (3:21)
Natty Dread, 1974
Bob Marley and the Wailers

*



"Keep A-Knockin (But You Can't Come In)'" (2:22)
A-side single, 1957
Little Richard :fire:

*

oh, laurie, grrl ♡


"Young Blood" (4:07)
Rickie Lee Jones, 1979
Rickie Lee Jones

For the beauty of Giulietta Masina.

"A shadow is cast wherever he stands, stacks of green paper in his red right hand".

I am thinking of the song in the context of radicalization, polarization, propaganda, the attraction of violence on anxious minds.

Day 27: Kharkiv, Ukraine ...


"Goodbye Blue Sky" (2:45)
The Wall, 1979
Pink Floyd

This one is for @Amity.

"Little Wing" (6:50) instrumental
The Sky is Crying, 1991 (1984 unreleased)
writer Jimi Hendrix, 1967
performer Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble



"Little Wing" (2:24)
Axis Bold As Love, 1967
The Jimi Hendrix Experience