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Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour : 
1er thème : clavier neuf et vieux cahier
2e thème : Mme Mangouste et M. Cobra

Mots imposés : de 1 à 5 syllabes
Gel (ou gèle) – Gilet – Cléopâtre – wagon-citerne - archéoptéryx

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, huge French lyricist, with for 1st theme : new keyboard and old notebook
2nd theme : Mrs Mongoose and Mr Cobra

Mandatory words : from 1 to 5 syllables
Gel (or freeze) - Gilet - Cleopatra - tank car - archaeopteryx

La Myope et la Beauté

Un jour que je spleenais dans un train sans saveur,
Je vis, sur un des sièges, un vieux cahier laissé
Peut-être par un scribe en ce siècle égaré ;
Et ce wagon si terne a repris des couleurs.

Voici donc, sans mentir, ce qui était écrit :
La reine Cléopâtre avait une mangouste
Comme unique animal de douce compagnie
Plus chaude, s’il en est, qu’une froide langouste.

Mais Madame Mangouste, hormis d’être une flèche,
Beaucoup plus qu’une taupe, était tout à fait myope.
Dédaignant les lunettes, elle était sur la brèche
Comme va le montrer cette suite interlope.

À travers ses faux cils, la reine un soir contait 
La passionnante vie des archéoptéryx
Au petit Césarion qui, de loin, préférait
À ces récits barbants, les BD d’Astérix.

Mais c’était sans compter sa mangouste bigleuse
Qui confondit le haut de son royal diadème
Avec un vrai cobra d’une âme belliqueuse
À la gueule affamée comme après un carême !

Son grand cœur sur la patte, il fallait la sauver.
Agile, elle sauta, mais glissa sur le gel
Dont dame Cléopâtre à l’excès tartinait
Ses longs cheveux bouclés pour rester toujours belle.

Le mortifère croc mordit le cou d’albâtre
D’où, sur le marbre froid, tout le sang a gilé .
C’est ainsi que mourut la belle Cléopâtre
Par cause de myopie et d’excès de beauté.

J’ai voulu, en hommage au scribe sans délai,
Dans cette page où mon clavier neuf a serti
La copie rapportée dans ces quelques couplets
Offrir la vérité d’une histoire inouïe.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 10 décembre 2021

The Myopic and the Beauty

One day I was spleen in a train without flavor,
I saw, on one of the seats, an old notebook left
Perhaps by a scribe in this lost century;
And this so dull car took again colors.

Here then, without lying, was what was written:
Queen Cleopatra had a mongoose
As the only animal of sweet company
Hotter, if it is, than a cold lobster.

But Mrs. Mongoose, apart from being an arrow,
Much more than a mole, was quite short-sighted.
Disdaining glasses, she was on the alert
As this interloping suite will show.

Through her false eyelashes, the queen one evening told 
The fascinating life of the archaeopteryx
To little Caesarion who, by far, preferred
Asterix comics to these boring tales.

But it was without counting his mongoose
Who mistook the top of his royal tiara
With a real cobra of a warlike soul
With a mouth as hungry as after Lent!

Her big heart on her paw, it was necessary to save her.
Agile, she jumped, but slipped on the gel
With which Lady Cleopatra spread her long curly hair
Her long curly hair to remain always beautiful.

The deadly fang bit the alabaster neck
From which, on the cold marble, all the blood gelled.
It is thus that died the beautiful Cleopatra
Because of myopia and excess of beauty.

I wanted, in homage to the scribe without delay,
In this page where my new keyboard has set
The copy reported in these few verses
To offer the truth of an unheard story.

Myckaël Marcovic, December 10, 2021

La Myope et la Beauté

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

going under

This week's track is from an upcoming release, Emu Mosic.

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-Written and Performed by Sincere Logic and Stellar
 -Beat by the living legend Sleepy Fish (check them out at https://open.spotify.com/artist/1IJe80moz409PtxW4llPFw?)
 -Mixed and Mastered by Proposition Productions

Emu Mosic

Begin Again (Featuring Stellar of Whiskey&Water)

Smoking Thrax (freestyle)

Giannis (Freestyle) (prod.waale)

blue

Lyrics:

[chorus]
Ima, ima memba 
Where’s da bartenda?
Ass on fat, a mean girl.
and they like that I’m bad
I could entertain her.
Ass n all that fat
Just another mean girl. 
N she like that I’m baaad.

[chorus]
Ima, ima memba 
Where’s da bartenda?
Ass on fat, a mean girl.
and they like that I’m bad
I could entertain her.
Ass n all that fat
Just another mean girl. 
N she like that I’m baaad.

[chorus]
Ima, ima memba 
Where’s da bartenda?
Ass on fat, a mean girl.
and they like that I’m bad
I could entertain her.
Ass n all that fat
Just another mean girl. 
N she like that I’m baaad.


[chorus]
Ima, ima memba 
Where’s da bartenda?
Ass on fat, a mean girl.
and they like that I’m bad
I could entertain her.
Ass n all that fat
Just another mean girl. 
N she like that I’m baaad.

[chorus]
Ima, ima memba 
Where’s da bartenda?
Ass on fat, a mean girl.
and they like that I’m bad
I could entertain her.
Ass n all that fat
Just another mean girl. 
N she like that I’m baaad.



[chorus]
Ima, ima memba 
Where’s da bartenda?
Ass on fat, a mean girl.
and they like that I’m bad
I could entertain her.
Ass n all that fat
Just another mean girl. 
N she like that I’m baaad.

[chorus]
Ima, ima memba 
Where’s da bartenda?
Ass on fat, a mean girl.
and they like that I’m bad
I could entertain her.
Ass n all that fat
Just another mean girl. 
N she like that I’m baaad.

UDK.me - BAD (ft. CA$H.GRAB)

heats worse.interlude

Celestial Matter

...it's Time For Me To Go Home

Judges 8

~~Sincere Brand Logic~~

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