We all went to Swansea
To see the University
We had a nice lunch by the sea
In a place called Langland Brasserie
And later that same afternoon
We got back to our hotel room
I settled down for a nice kip
While the girls enjoyed a poolside dip
I was having such a lovely sleep
Till sirens ripped me from the deep
Those intermittent bells so shrill
Another bloody fire drill
With bleary eyes and fuzzy brain
Got to my feet and took the strain
And feeling every aching joint
I headed to the meeting point
Not being such a sprightly fella
I filled up with a pint of Stella
For a trigger happy fire alarm
Can sap your strength and do you harm.
I took the lift back to our floor
Got to our room and locked the door,
And saw, through all these fun and games
That Notre Dame was up in flames
If you can take the time to be with me
then we'll stroll La Coupole this day
A restaurant renowned for wine and brie
Where authors like Fitzgerald, Hemingway
Did eat Peut-etre, should names appeal to you
Then we’ll stroll La Coupole this day
Now wear your Sheath Chiffon of reddish hue
At restaurant La Coupole, their like
Did east, Peut-etre should name appeal to you
Could be for you, for me a wondrous sight
Of author pictures plain to view or meet
At restaurant La Coupole their like
This brasserie on Montparnasse near street
With several painted columns holding dome
Of author pictures plain to view or meet
There’s restaurant, dear, we can stroll from home,
If you can take the time to be with me.
With several painted columns holding dome
A restaurant renowned for wine and brie.
If you can take the time to be with me
then we'll stroll La Coupole this day
A restaurant renowned for wine and brie
Where authors like Fitzgerald, Hemingway
did eat Peut-etre, should names appeal to you
then we’ll stroll La Coupole this day
Now wear your Sheath Chiffon of reddish hue
At restaurant La Coupole, their like
did east, Peut-etre should name appeal to you
Could be for you, for me a wondrous sight
of author pictures plain to view or meet
at restaurant La Coupole their like
This brasserie on Montparnasse near street
with several painted columns holding dome
of author pictures plain to view or meet
There’s restaurant, dear, we can stroll from home,
if you can take the time to be with me.
with several painted columns holding dome
a restaurant renowned for wine and brie.
(Calmette, the editor of "Le Figaro" newspaper,
is ending his chat with his friend, Burget, as he
returns to his office. The "other Lipps" refers to
the Brasserie Lipps, a fashionable Paris restaurant.
He's pleased to see a glamorous woman awaiting
him, but does not realise she is about to murder him.)
2. Gaston Calmette
Just think? How? Yesterday? He was? (Alive
to women's charms, dear Bourget, I must take
my leave of you. A lady has arrived,
and I must sacrifice all, for her sake.)
You'll dine with me tonight? I want to know
just how the story ends. Forgive the quip,
but duty calls: I see her waiting, so
I'll try these lips, and then the other Lipps.
Just after five. Chapelle Expiatoire.
I'll soon be finished here: shall we say eight?
Let's dress for dinner -- what of rouge-et-noir?
I'm sure that one of us will show up late!
I wonder who she is, and what she wants.
A woman, on her own -- it makes no sense.
So beautifully-dressed. Not one who haunts
hacks' offices. Une dame d'influence.
What could her reason be for calling here,
I wonder? Why she'd do it - it's unclear.
bread makes life interesting
more interesting than the evil thoughts
as interesting as the wine and the trees
and the dusty shades of the sunset
brasserie, sweet shops, smell of the baked wheat
a cool breeze over the alps, smell of freshly baked thoughts
over a hot cup of tea
this is what a dear life should be
in the moment, right now
over a loaf of bread,
any way you want, any way you like
pão torna a vida interessante
mais interessante do que os maus pensamentos
tão interessante quanto o vinho e as árvores
e os tons empoeirados do pôr do sol
brasserie, lojas de doces, cheiro do trigo cozido
uma brisa fresca sobre os alpes, cheiro de pensamentos fresquinhos
mais de uma xícara de chá quente
isso é o que a vida deve ser caro
no momento, agora
sobre um pedaço de pão,
do jeito que quiser, como quiser
The work I did was playing with the angels
We read and painted, dressed up for Halloween as rangers
The Universe so close from dry, paper mache
With older kids we even wrote an Etheree
The work I did was traveling to Europe
With twenty of my students and an antelope
We colored windows facing the lights of Paris
and even opened a brasserie "Gateau de Bliss"
So, Carolyn, you made me smile opening this album
When asking "Where the Wild Things Are? " Ka-boom!
Again it's "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs"
...but empty are long gone Elementary School halls...
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“I hate people who lie”, she bemoaned,
While affixing her false eyelashes
And adjusting her augmented boobs
In the padded brasserie
“People just aren’t honest any more”, he cried
While eating salad off his wife’s plate
That she re-filled from the all you can eat
Salad bar that they ordered only one of
“What ever happened to telling the truth”, he asked
While mailing his tax forms
In which he claimed a charitable amount
For a gift he never gave
“Common courtesy is rare”, she quipped
While holding up four people in the express lane
With many more items
Than the sign states is allowed.
“Kids these days have no respect”, he griped
While sitting on the subway train
With women and elderly
Standing all around him.
I wonder why their complaints are all true?
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