I'm very fine, thanks. Didn't get much sleep over the night, but it's no probs. Had a lovely day yesterday, and am looking forward to chilling out today.

Hows abouts Jaques Brel? I mean i can only go on Blau & Shuman's translations for Scott Walker seeing as i dont speak the lingo but...

in the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken down fight
And in the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a muggy hot morn
By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fishheads and tails
He will show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can swallow the moon
That can haul up the sails
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
Bring me more fish
Put it down by my side
Then he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he gets up and laughs
And he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to paunch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaks
Splitting the night with the
Roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of
The accordion bursts
Then out to the night
With their pride in their pants
With the slut that they tow
Underneath the street lamps

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6rvMZnWKZc

Scotts not so bad himself either:

Doctorie
give me a
C
for this
babaloo

opiate me
with that key doctor
babaloo

Please
don't you laugh doc
Manos arriba bien

With springs tickling
less than two feet
from your chin

Lemon Bloody Cola
Lemon Bloody Cola
Lemon Bloody Cola

gonna sponge you down
gonna sponge you down

Save the crops and the bodies
from illness
from pestilence hunger and war
I journey each night like a Saint
to stand on this straw floor
our uniforms are loose
they look flimsy
night black shadows
under the peaks of our caps
shaved up to Augost
I still hear them singing

babaloo
babaloo

Lemon Bloody Cola
Lemon Bloody Cola
Lemon Bloody Cola

gonna sponge you down
gonna sponge you down

Hey you
Hey you
This isn't through

Opiate me
just for
me
with my
babaloo

please dont you laugh?
Manos arriba bien

again and again
again and again

Lemon Bloody Cola
Lemon Bloody Cola
Lemon Bloody Cola

gonna sponge you down
gonna sponge you down

I journey tonight I'm a saint
to stand on this straw floor

The tiles speckling
darker and darker
around my feet

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flounty's 4 posts have been my favorite 4 posts on this board.

Leonard Cohen is really hard to beat. There are a few as good as him, though.

"When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned"
(Sisters of Mercy)

"When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come."
(Waiting for the Miracle)

I agree. flounty is the best lyricist.

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Yes.

But you really shouldn't read/ listen to the translations, his lyrics are entirely perfect in French and slighly flawed in English (whether you understand the language or not).

I think Glice just had a sex wee. And with very good reason, too. Ladies, leave him be. He'll be back to share his love with you in a moment.

right on brother

This forum handles long text quite well.