May 2nd, 2006

baby

(no subject)

Here's my version of the first verse. I was surprised how little the thing seemed to have to do with revolution, once you dug into the French; but maybe it's more relevant to our lives these days:

Damn these terrible openings,
Openings where they stuff you or starve you --
That raisin tuna in its big dish
With some sort of boil on its fin!
The race to the tables in outdated fashions,
Fools on the escalator, openings, openings,
Everyone rushes off to redo their makeup
And we get nothing, nothing but tofu.