I’m posting this so Scott and I can watch it since Youtubes isn’t working
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Frank Martin
Heini Demmer, the Austrian owner of Chi-Chi the giant panda bear, struggles to lift her back to her enclosure at London Zoo after she escaped, September 1958.
[via BBC News]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l18uf5W7H91qzhl9eo1_r1_500.png)
Frank Martin
Heini Demmer, the Austrian owner of Chi-Chi the giant panda bear, struggles to lift her back to her enclosure at London Zoo after she escaped, September 1958.
[via BBC News]
Opal
“I’ll never kill again”
and the Prussian farm girl pets
the cat in her lap just a bit softer
“I’m done with revenge”
and the Prussian farm girl pets
the cat in her lap just a bit softer
“I’ll paint the house”
and the Prussian farm girl pets
the cat in her lap just a bit softer
The Dragoon to the Adulterer’s Guillotine
“Une Demande Finale!”
Sear my flag with shears and outfit it to my
lover’s bed canopy. She’ll remember me, yes
”Elle se souviendra de moi!”
and take my corsair to my wife, my uniform,
rife with memories of nights spent with her
”Oui, je l’aime! Oui, je l’aime!”
I’m leaving them loveless, exile is upon me.
my heart bleeds nothing but the drinks I had
the night before. I’m ready, yes, I’m ready.
”Je suis prêt! Adieu la vie!”
The End
I never had my revenge, I never killed again.
I stood there for days, parted hair underneath
my fetched corsair, cuirassier uniform on, I
never knew how far gone I could of been. No.
I never had my revenge, I never killed again.
I’ve succumbed to obscurity
“Making our love a Comedy!” Ha! Punk.
Purity et Vanity
No, the Devil never shows wherever I go,
just like the moon and the sun.
Violet eyed and still demure, rare, pure!
In beauty, I trip over myself but I’ve done
nothing wrong, nothing wrong.
If Satan did background vocals for this, you’d know what I’m going for.
Exactement Amory (and translation)
Exactement Amory
Amory, était là haut, sans se presser par l’amour
parler de lui; (prose, non); comme s’il s’agissait d’une colombe
une colombe, il avait une chaîne, quelque chose, n’importe quoi
Oh, Amory, était grand!
Amory, jamais désiré comme il aimait Amory
mais il était ivre de sentiment et de l’écrit
choses qu’il pensait que j’avais à faire avec elle, avec
sans jamais vraiment le savoir, oh, mais il savait Amory
Oh, Amory a écrit!
En fait, il m’a dit de lire ce qui vous
“Non, je ne peux pas mentir, en sachant que vous êtes sur le point de pleurer
a me souriant d’un côté à côté à l’autre.
Mais assez parlé de moi; deux lignes est assez, je
voulons continuer à vous et vos yeux, la disparition
que ce soit.
Sentimental? Je ne suis pas. Je n’ai pas touché
un crayon à papier sur vous pendant un certain temps.
Je vais quelque chose de plume pour vous si, mais je vais
nécessité de penser la façon dont je veux vous écrire.
Peut-être comme un lis, oui ça serait bien. Un lis,
la nuit, un peu humide du soleil descendant
sur vous, de la rosée.
Oh toi, je suis sûr que vous pensiez que je suis sens
autre chose, mais je ne suis pas.
Vous êtes juste un lis humide pour moi, bonne nuit. “
Oh, Amory l’ai écrit bien, n’est-ce pas?
translated
Exactly Amory
Amory, stood there tall, unhurried by love
talking of it; (prose, no); as if it were a dove
a dove he had to a string; something, anything
Oh, Amory, stood tall!
Amory, Amory never longed like he loved
but he was drunk with sentiment and wrote of
things he thought that had to do with it; with
out ever actually knowing it, oh but Amory knew it
Oh, Amory wrote it!
In fact, he told me to read this to you.
“No, I can’t lie, knowing you’re about to cry
has me grinning from side to side to side.
but enough about me; two lines is enough, I
want to go on about you and your eyes, demise
whatever.
Sentimental? I’m not. I haven’t touched
a pencil to paper about you for some time.
I’ll pen something for you though, but I’ll
need to think how I want to write you.
Maybe as a lily, yes that’d be right. A lily,
at night, a little wet from the sun going down
on you, from dew.
Oh you, I’m sure you thought I’m meaning
something else but I’m not.
You’re just a wet lily to me.”
Amory wrote it well, didn’t he?
