Sommes-nous?

I cannot say all…what I can say is that the music of Bashung remains…

Sommes-nous
Songwriters: Alain Bashung / Jean Marie Fauque / Richard Mortier
 
J’ai tambouriné tambouriné
Au seuil de sa bonté
Un judas m’a lorgné
Et j’ai pris l’hiver en grippe
Seul m’ont laissé
Les jouets par milliers
Seul m’ont laissé
Tes avances
Sommes-nous la sécheresse
Sommes-nous la vaillance
Ou le dernier coquelicot
J’ai décimé décimé
Des armées de répondeurs
Occupés à se dire
Mes naufrages au saut du lit
Seul m’ont laissé
Nos héros préférés
Seul m’ont laissé
Nos absences
Sommes nous des gonzesses
Sommes-nous de connivence
Ou le dernier coquelicot
Terre promise
Redis-moi ton nom
Dis-moi en face
Que tout s’efface
Sommes-nous la noblesse
Sommes nous les eaux troubles
Sommes-nous le souvenir
J’ai commandé décommandé
De mes yeux la prunelle
Balancé les jumelles
Pour ne garder que le flou
Seul m’ont laissé
Les passions immortelles
Seul m’ont laissé
Nos offenses
Sommes-nous la sécheresse
Sommes-nous la romance
Sommes-nous la sécheresse
Sommes-nous la noblesse
Sommes-nous les eaux troubles
Sommes-nous le souvenir
Sommes-nous
Sommes nous
Money Heist Statement of Accounts

Money Heist Statement of Accounts

Morning , happy tax payers!

I prepared this, so much what it said here, matches what I keep repeating in void for years. « Professor » targets here European Central Bank…small players compared to what the « FED » is doing everyday. Western Economies are “paper economies” Real wealth belongs to those who owe commodities.

The all Geo-politics is about control of commodities.

‘Alain Moussay’

Je viens de lire qu’Alain est parti…Nous avons partage beaucoup de choses et surtout fait beaucoup de choses ensemble…. j’ai pas de mots…

Alain Moussay et Bernard Fresson Faust de Goethe, Comedie de Saint-Etienne.
(m. en sc. Daniel Benoin – 1981)

This written: “In the Beginning was the Word.”

Here am I balked: who, now can help afford?

The Word? —impossible so high to rate it;

And otherwise must I translate it.

If by the Spirit I am truly taught.

Then thus: “In the Beginning was the Thought”

This first line let me weigh completely,

Lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly.

Is it the Thought which works, creates, indeed?

“In the Beginning was the Power,” I read.

Yet, as I write, a warning is suggested,

That I the sense may not have fairly tested.

The Spirit aids me: now I see the light!

“In the Beginning was the Act,” I write.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – FAUST

Happy Arabia

Saudi Arabia first  perception is about infinite sand dunes; indeed most beautiful dunes are on this land…but not not only..
This “mineral” approach could make you miss the Arabian People.

Light

“I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and cannot get free.

Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful “

J.W. von Goethe.

May be…

May be…

3 Years now… Banshee as violent and rebel narrative it could be, remains so intimately mirroring what is burning inside me.

 

 

 

Every Dog has it’s Day

“Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Now what does this mean
It means we get the best scenes
When politics talk, the ends of power meet
Nice to be wanted, safe and protected
The ends of power when politics talk
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Home sweet home, home, home
Now
Let’s talk politics
Every dog has it’s day
For me (for me)
I don’t believe (I don’t believe in anything)
Better days ahead (one more war)
Will never be (I do believe no more)
I don’t believe in (no long goodbye)
Anything (nuclear day)
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Spare no man, match bomb for bomb
War, all is fair in war
When the ground is soft with hot blood
Spare no man
Better days will never be (match bomb for bomb)
A scorched Earth (flatten the Earth, this home sweet home)
No charity (burn evreything, from lust to dust)
No weak pity (no charity, no weak pity)
From lust to dust (all is fair in war)
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home”