What are you listening to now?

There are some good bands today, but this is definitely worth blowing out your speakers



If you are a fan of this band, you may be interested in their new album to be released this year.

A 1979 French hit by Jean-Patrick Capdevielle.

Lyrics translation is home made with the usual help of online translators... (And also my good old Harrap's, i must say...)




I left behind in the desert for over twenty-eight days
And already some mirages tell me to turn around
Fairy Snow follows me, tapping on her drum
The ghosts from the syndicate of traders of certainties
Crept up my dune, blaming my attitude
It’s not very popular, the taste of loneliness


When you're in the desert
For too long
You wonder whom it serves
All the rules a little rigged
Of the game they want you to play
Blindfolded


All the raptors of power, led by a sinister fat clown
Plunge toward me on the music of a poor accordionist
I don’t think they come just to tell me about the joys of the artist’s life
From the other side, here comes Cain, still so whimsical
His eye is filled with sand and his mouth full of verdicts
He has pride on an old mechanic shovels cemetery


When you're in the desert
For too long
You wonder whom it serves
All the rules a little rigged
Of the game they want you to play
Blindfolded


People say that all poets end up as arms dealers
We are fifty million of poets, that is what should be our charm
On a Saturn's moon my parrot sounds the alarm
It's funny but everyone don’t care
On Friday, falling from nowhere, here’s the solitary Robinson
Who told me: "I don’t find my island anymore, would you have seen the sea ?"
I’ll need to speak him about thermonuclear


When you're in the desert
For too long
You wonder whom it serves
All the rules a little rigged
Of the game they want you to play
Blindfolded


Yesterday a man came to me, shuffling a little
He told me: "How much did you hold on?”
I answered: "Soon thirty."
I remember he hoped to hold on to forty
When i mended his message, he told me calmly:
"The politicians will eventually all end one day in the bottom of an asylum"
I realized that i could soon return back to the city.



When you're in the desert
For too long
You wonder whom it serves
All the rules a little rigged
Of the game they want you to play
Blindfolded







EDIT : In fact, and according to the French Wikipedia here , this song is considered as an allegorical satire of the politic of French president Valery Giscard d'Estaing (the poor accordionist) and his prime minister Raymond Barre (the sinister fat clown), in 1979.

A Lesson in Flying
From The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy:

How to Fly:

You must learn how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day and try it. The first part is easy. All it requires is the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight and the willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt. That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. If you are really trying properly, the likelihood is that you will fail to miss the ground fairly hard.

One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else then you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.

It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.

If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination), or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above the ground in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.

This is the moment for superb and delicate concentration.

Bob and float. Float and bob.

Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.

Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.

They are most likely to say something along the lines of "Good God, man, you can't possibly be flying!" It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.

Waft higher and higher. Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops, breathing regularily.

DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.

Landing:
With more experience, you will learn how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly screw up, and screw up badly, on your first attempt.

Flight School:
There are private flying clubs you can join which help you with the all important moment of distraction. They hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical moments. Few genuine hitchhikers will be able to afford to join these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment at them.

I don't know if you know


Pink Floyd Will Release New Album, 'The Endless River,' In October

As the 20th anniversary of Pink Floyd's last studio album, 1994's "The Division Bell," approaches, the band will be releasing a brand new record titled "The Endless River," sometime in October. The news was first announced by Pink Floyd guitarist and vocalist David Gilmour's wife, Polly Samson, on Twitter.



Still three months...

Linkin Park!!!! ^^