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Stupid

A few things to say. I composed this song in 1982, fresh from reading of 'War and Peace'. Now I find a certain youthful verbiage in the lyrics, the song (naked and raw) has a 70s style. The recording of voice and guitar (live) is a few years old, rather sloppy, with bad mixing and excessive application of echo in some places.
To try to rescue it from its obvious banality, and to hide some of the errors and flaws, I've been arranging it these days using some vocal sampling as well, hoping to make it somewhat interesting.

Cover image: Louis-François Lejeune, "Visiting a Bivouac on the Eve of the Battle of Austerlitz, 1st December 1805" (1808). Musée de l’Histoire de France, Versailles.

English lyrics (rough translation)

The French counted the stars under Austerlitz
there had never seen so many fires lit in just one night
memories suspended in the winter, as cold as their hands
they had never been so pale, so skinny and far away
the emperor was dreaming or perhaps not sleeping
a woman he was waiting for in that night 
a war that was not waiting for him

the soldiers sang the cannons were silent
inside the chariots at the bottom of the plain 
the stars chased each other
the emperor drank, drank or maybe got drunk
a woman killed that night
a woman who smiled
the drunken emperor was looking
at that woman he did not know
Paris shrouded in a circle of smoke that was moving away

Paris woman dressed in black
Paris bride then already withered
Paris daughter of old Europe
Paris already betrayed
Paris bride dressed in dark
Paris woman then already grown up
Paris daughter of old Europe
Paris already lost

The French counted the wounded under Austerlitz
there had never seen so crosses hung in just one night
Suspended fragments of anger, hot as their hands
they had never been so pale, so alone and far away
the emperor was sleeping now he was dreaming
a woman who appeared that night 
a war that resembled him

the soldiers were silent the cannons smoked
in the hearts and at the bottom of the plain the voices hid 
the emperor drank, he drank now he got drunk
a woman he loved on that night
that woman frightened him
the drunken emperor was looking
that woman he recognised
Paris at the centre of a circle of light that drew closer

Paris woman dressed in white
Paris young frightened bride
Paris mother of new Europe
Paris already betrayed
Paris bride dressed in white
Paris woman then already grown up
Paris mother of new Europe
Paris already lost

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Music and lyrics by Michele Ansani (1982).
Posted on Soundcloud: 2024, July 2.

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©Lyrics & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: WOO, WHO...
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LYRICS:
VS1) Cosmic Daddy can ye hand me over some succulent man candy? Just want to enjoy some sweet cheek that makes me feel so fleek.
VS2) Just let me unwrap, have a tap, & feel the warmth. I don't even need to request a hot hearth or have him in the bath. Outside will do.
(CHORUS) Let him be the sort of man that knows how to break the grind & have peace of mind. Ignite love like a roaring fire & enjoy the quiet life... once in a while.
(OUTRO) I only need you to point the direction to where he aligns with what we both want to do. Looking forward...too.
Oh, for that special one that I got my eye on, who can only do. Ooh, ooh. MM. Woo. Who?

Daddy, Give Me Man Candy

Woo, Who...

[Verse]
I wrote letters in my mind, they never reached your hands
Every word I thought was a fight against the shame
They built a wall between us with their words
But I heard your heartbeat—I know it still stirs

[Pre-Chorus]
They said the bond was broken, but I still feel it near
An echo of love burning through the fear

[Chorus]
(Faces) lost in a blurry frame
A home I loved, now just a name
I built a bridge, but someone burned it down
I’m here, but you don’t see me around

[Verse]
I saw you waving from a window
But the door never opened for me
Your voice, once safe, now just an echo
Drowning in what someone else said about me

[Pre-Chorus]
They said love was forever, but it feels like a lie
When I stumble in the darkness where my family used to be

[Chorus]
(Faces) lost in a blurry frame
A home I loved, now just a name
I built a bridge, but someone burned it down
I’m here, but you don’t see me around

[Bridge]
Am I a shadow, or is it just a dream?
Can you remember when you held my hand so serene?
I cry to the wind, to every star in the night
Please remember me—I’m the child you left behind

[Chorus]
(Faces) lost in a blurry frame
A home I loved, now just a name
I built a bridge, but someone burned it down
I’m here, but you don’t see me around

[Outro]
I’m here.
Do you see me now?



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I’ve seen you
Stark naked
Now you just walk on by
No eyeballing
No sweet talking
And a face that could petrify!

Chorus
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, anymore
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no, guess it’s all fair in love and war!

You’ve seen me
Butt naked
So why your eyes just vacant lots?
No hand holding
Keep on walking
You act like it’s the plague I’ve got!
A cold, cold comfort forget-me-not!

Chorus
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, very much
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no, if you think that mine’s a lethal touch!

Bridge
Though I never needed you as some kind of crutch
We could’ve been friends, maybe stayed lovers
But you just walk by me like an agent undercover
Why is mine a lethal touch?!

Chorus
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, all that much
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no, if you think that I’ve a lethal touch!

Chorus
I shouldn’t worry, no
I shouldn’t worry, no
You're not my Juliet as such
I shouldn’t worry, no
I shouldn’t worry, no,
Cos you think that I’ve a lethal touch!

I mustn’t worry, no
I mustn’t worry, no
I’m not your Romeo as such
I mustn’t worry, no
I mustn’t worry, no
Cos you think that mine’s a lethal touch!
Though it hits me like a boxer's punch!

credits
from Jukebox Cloister Song Cycle, released October 10, 2020
Music: Michael Sellers
Lyrics: Michael Sellers & Gerry Verdier
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Photo: Michael Sellers
Cover design; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

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