Exercices de style

Oh yeah they say the past must die for the future to be born,

in that case die little mother. Stomach in. Chest out.

On your marks. Get set. Go. Now, now that you’re free,

what are you going to be?

And who are you going to see?

And where, where will you go and

how will you know you didn’t get it all wrong?

Is this the light of a new day dawning?

A future bright that you can walk in?

No it’s just another Monday morning.

Do it all over again oh baby. La la la…

* Pulp

 “ Monday Morning”

from 《Different Class》

ningville:

Jarvis Cocker. You know me. No music no life.

I can only live with music when I cannot write nor read nor talk.

Next life, if possible, I really want to be a musician like you.

Here, now we have all this blah blah blah non-stop 24-hour fuss,

I can only find refuge in your music your lyrics.

Stay with me, don’t let go.

I’ll come to you, from Sunday morning to Monday morning.