Strathe
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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:17 pm Post subject: Slam. |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxzUCFwx52A
It's in french, but it still sounds good.
Here's the translation i made of it :
| Quote: | I was born early this morning, right before the sun understands
That it's gonna have to rise and take its little cream
I was born early this morning, surrounded by nice people
Who look at me weird and that call me Fabien
When the sun appears i try to realize what's happening
I try to understand time and i analyze my space
It's 7 am on the clock of my existence
I look at the little hand and i imagine its importance
No time to waste this morning, i start with alphabet
There's lots of things to learn if you don't wanna end up lissy (silly)
Of course, i won't be a genius but it's alright there's worse
At 7 and a half i learned how to read and write
The day starts well the weather's nice and i'm happy
I receive a lot of affection and i understand that it's important
It's soon 9 am and a half and i adress adolescence
In fine fettle, full of envy and just what's needed of recklessness
I'm starting to boast, i got plenty of buddies and i feel strong
I keep some time for chicks when i'm not doing sports
Full schedules, i'm late for dates
Damn life goes too fast, it's already 11 am less a quarter
-(Clock sound)-
If anyone wants to aim me, i suggest them change its target
Touching me is impossible, at 11 am i feel invincible
It's hot, everything's mine, the only lack was to fall in love
It's happened unexpectedly around 11 am less two
But suddenly while in the sky there was no single cloud
Broke right over me an intolerable storm
It's 11 am 08 when my day drifts away
For the less unexpected so i turn but i'm raging
I caught a flash like hit of electricity
I raised but i left some of mobility
My chocolate bars became marmalade
I got used to it, call me Big Sick Body (his artist's name 'Grand Corps Malade')
The end of this morning is everything but a recreation
At 11am 20 i gotta show a good deal of adaptation
I spend a lot less time strolling in Rep's street (republic => popular ghetto street/neighborhood in Paris)
And i learn to fill Cotorep's papers (papers handicapped people have to fill)
I don't only have physical sequels, i'm not gonna do the tho-my (3 years old kids toys)
But there are scars deeper than a tracheotomy
I got lucky i passed right by the checkmate
But i admit i often have the nostalgia of 10 am's
-(Clock sound)-
At midday less the quarter i picked my dark blue pen
I understood that it and my crutch could help me go forward
I posed words about all what i had in my stomach
I posed words and i did more than filling the emptiness
I've been welcomed well in the circle of bitumen's poets
And in obscurity, i move forward with the light of my pencil
I knocked out my modesty, i assumed my ardor
And i slammed my joys, my pains, my desires and my mistakes
It's midday 19 at the time i write this stupid text
I described you my morning so that you knew the context
Cause if the day ends at midnight, i've still got a lot of time left
I still got the whole afternoon to do important things
It's true that life is rarely a novel 18 tomes
All the good things have an end, we can't push back the ultimatum
So i'll enjoy the moments that separate me from the fall
I'm gonna crunch every instant, i don't have a minute to waste
I've got so many things left to do i've almost got vertigo
I would still be a child but i'm already 28 years old
So i'm gonna do what i have to so that my hopes don't remain in vain
By the way i gotta go, it's getting hard... it's already 12 am and 20. |
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