The Walrus

 

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together                                                             The Walrus                               
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying

Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long

I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob

Mister City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down

I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob

Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain

I am the egg man (now good sir)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune's blows)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob (good pity)

Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide
I'm crying

Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe

I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo
Joob, joob, jooba
Jooba, jooba, jooba
Joob, jooba
Joob, jooba

Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper (jooba, jooba)
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)

Slave
Thou hast slain me
Villain, take my purse
If I ever
Bury my body
The letters which though find'st about me
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester
Seek him out upon the British Party
O untimely death
I know thee well
A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress
As badness would desire
What, is is he dead?
Sit you down, Father, rest you

EMI-MOI

 Across the Universe -  

son : recorded live @cocherel 11-11-95

Godard est mort, Lelouch en vie, et moi et moi et moi

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox they
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing
Through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

 

 Des bassins de chagrin, des vagues de joie dérivent dans mon esprit ouvert
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind

SDF @ Houlbec

 Avant ou après ou pas du tout de musique à l'époque. 

De la SDF pour savants ou sachants comico-friends. 

Extrait only ...

Court métrage-1

 Le teaser de "Une  couleur: Noire et Rouge ..."

PS: les décors sont de Roger Harth et les costumes de Donald Cardwell
 

Studio P-B

 On passe à la batterie électrique , c'est écologique non? 

 Trève de plaisantin, c'est pratiquement l'avant-noel ...moderne ce studio, non?

What's future?

 Après moultes hésitations, je la publie à titre conservatoire. ..photo (copie d'un original disparu) du batteur pas assez fou mais suffisamment pour oser se mettre derrière les fûts. 

Il y a donc un demi siècle ...au moins (1972 a priori ou 71?).

 A noter la déco ; la F1 est une Mac Laren M7 ..ou plutôt la M19  de Denny Hulme; orange donc 1971 (sponsor Yardley à partir de 72) 

Le temps fait son œuvre, les contextes changent, mais les obsessions demeurent (parfois...)

 Quelques années plus tard donc, disons vers 1991 ...en tout cas avant fin 1994 car c'est mon ancienne batterie (celle d'origine complétée de toms et support rachetés au JeanLuc Th.) et sans mes nouvelles cymbales. Le tout chez et grâce à Alain P. au hameau Cocherel .

 

  

Un autre 1+1 ??

 Vous n'avez pas aimé le dernier "new One +One" ???????????? 

Vous allez adorer détester cet autre One+One ....partie 1 ....✋

 

 

PS: explication sur la fin de la séquence : en fait le PC de Maitre_J plante et une alarme retentit ; l'effet était bon pour finir  mais malheureusement je l'ai perdue lors d'un découpage au moment où l'enregistrement automatique du fichier s'est lancé ..0