Well this gets into a post fight, now! So good!
I got a little story to tell you guys here
It starts like this
I go to this Tate Gallery
Actually it's not a gallery, it's more like a museum
Like the MoMA on 53rd Street or something
You know, the MoMa, it's a nice place, but in this case
We're not talking about the MoMa
Well, I walk in
I'm with this guy, a friend of mine
And we're talking
And you know who we get to talk to?
We just met Laura
The problem is
I can't make out what she's saying
'Cause she comes from there
Up there in the North
A place called Doncaster
Still... We keep talking to Laura
(Chorus)
Are we up for a drink?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a drink?
Are we up for a drink?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a drink?
Are we up for a drink?
Are we up for a drink?
Now, looking at my empty glass with no wine left
I slowly seem to realize
He's eying this girl on the sofa
And that's actually Laura
Lovely Laura, lovely fella
It's the girl he's after
That's his aim, that's his game
So we're going nagedinag, he goes ragidirag
I go flipfloppyto and “How about you?”
And what they want – O, I can make out
So I try to help, but it's not that hard
Let's go to my place, let's leave this bar, with the girl
Let's get the motherfucking shit out
Wanna get a dinner in my home?
That's what you want?
Are we up for a meal?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a meal?
Are we up for a meal?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a meal?
Are we up for a meal?
Are we up for a meal?
So now we're all in my place
And it's eleven thirty or even later
And we're cooking something not quite light
So we just drinking
So we just talking about people and places
So we just stay there in me dining room
Talking to Laura
Some jokes I don't understand
Some cigar - some music
And he's looking at the girl on the sofa all the time
So I'm asking myself
What should I do with them?
I got this big sofa bed we could open for you guys to crash on
There was this beer
And it'd always come up to my brain
And we're just drinking
And we've been having good time
We got knocked out
I don't know what happened to them after that
I was already gone to my bed
Something glad was gonna happen
Something bright was gonna happen
Yeah, you've quite understood, but they are grown-ups, right?
Did they sleep very long?
I can see no real reason here
Did they sleep very long?
Did they sleep very long?
I can see no real reason here
Did they sleep very long?
Did they sleep very long?
Did they sleep very long?
Ohhhh
Yeeeah
On the next morning we're having breakfast at eight
When my flatmate's coming in like that - "look at that!"
What's he saying?
Nothing. But once they've gone
He comes to me and asks:
"Did you know these guys?"
"Just met them in the tube" - I answer - "why?"
"Oh, ok, I thought you might have met them at the Museum"
"Well, no. In the Tube."
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Ok let me just tell you this : the story is absolutely true. Final dialog included. Now for the framing text, you'll appreciate that, I'm sure:
12 comments:
I am a little confused: the guy you went to Tate with, was he your friend? Or someone you've just met on the tube? Or are we talking about two separate (male)person?
But great story, either way :) You, you benefactor of humankind for spreading the love! (as long as it is not your personel stock :P )
I admit it's a little confusing. The guy I went to the Tate with, he's my friend. Old time. Go to skate together. I just tried to answer as seriously and idiotically as possible to the weird question. I think it worked : he still doesn't know whether I was serious about the tube.
Apparently neither were you ! :)
Like the music? It was part of the playlist that our favourite DJ made for your party last week. We should post some stories about that, right?
I want my plug ins. I thought that I got the story, but after the last comment I didn't :)
And I promise I'll send the Christmas cards finally from my bag :P
I invited an old friend and a girl we met at an exhibition for dinner, they overslept (or didn't sleep at all), they meet my flatmate this morning, he said "what happened here" when he saw the dirty dishes in the kitchen, as soon as they were gone he asked me "did you know these people" I answered a big lie as seriously as possible saying that I just had met them in the tube but that I found them nice so I invited them for dinner, he didn't kwon whether I'm bullshitting him or not, i asked him why he asked and he told me he thought that maybe I had met them a little earlier than when I was in the tube, maybe when I was at the Museum (well, the gallery)
I meant I got it. Really.
Sorry it was ironic :S (which should be lynx?)
But anyway, thanks for repeating it :D
And: I'd be glad to hear MORE such stories - did you think of selling them for short films?
Have you seen the one when a man asks on Paris tube (;D) if somebody would love him, a woman comes after hesitating very long - and it turns out to be a performance? I died in my cinema seat. I sweat 2 liters at least. And I was sooo happy that accidentally this time it was NOT me ...
Well if I repeat them several times, it may even grow to a full-feature movie ! :) I would need good actresses too. Any volunteer ?
Actually I'd prefer to sing them, I love to sing!
My shower cabin hate me...
When I used to sing in the bathroom, my brother came to bang on the door "STOP IT!"
I got the story I am proud of myself and I wish I could hear your performance.
I remember that short movie i mentioned, it was an international compilation of some award-winner shorties. All of them as memorable as a long one. I love short movies I think.
It was called "the night of the short movies" or such.
"La nuit des courts-métrages" ? :) Where did you go see that? We want more !!!
Yes, it was the night of short movies. Maybe we saw it together in simpla? Or not... it was very long time ago.
I still sing under the water if nobody is there. And I noticed, that I'm more and more brave, even Nina Simone - poor neighbours.
Singing is an enjoyment which don't do anymore. Somehow the world changed, people shouldn't sing except they are professionals. Or its squishy - with a guitar.
When I was small, my parents sang. OK, not alone, but around the fire, on an excursion ... drunk :P
Do french sing? (one I know who used to besides tarelle the yoyo-song)
Do canadians sing?
Do belgian expats sing?
I never heard anybody sing here...but I do love it myself! I used to sing with my grandma when I was small and "we" were cooking, I loved it. She still sings a lot when she is a good mood - remember, tarelle? :)
And I (of course ) sing in the shower and we sing with tarelle when we are walking - especially in the forest. Most people would think we are crazy, I guess. To hell with them!
Here only indian (I mean the folks from India) sing, mostly the man, walking, shopping, etc. My indian collegue, S. sang qiute often too.
It's true: nowadays you are not supposed to sing, except if you are a kid or with a kid. I go to the library every Friday with my son where they teach us songs. We sang troughout the babyswim class too. It is amazing, there is a song for every occasion in English (I myself know two just for diaper change!) Sometimes it feels silly but I guess it's a good thing.
My mom said that they were always singing when doing the dishes or the laundry. I wanted to pick up this habit but I forgot. It would make these things so much more pleasureable. And now I am too shy or too much aware of my tone-deafness to do it..
I am planning to sing in the car, though. It's perfect, I am alone and isolated and have nothing ese to do (with my voice).
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