Rock-and-Roll Mops
A short time ago, Alex told you about the exploits of surrealist writer Boris Vian and his novel I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES. But he did not get into Vian's career as a musician. Here's one of Vian's songs, with bits of his infamous surrealism, as you can see from the lyrics (translated via Google). (I like the classy cover video also.) And what's the pun inherent in the title? Why, with the dish known as rollmops. I seduced her in an instant Thanks to the light in my eye She fell like a leaf Into my big orangutan arms We loved each other like gods Aznavour would have been left blue The phonograph was playing in a corner Swinging jazz tunes But in the end I was so hungry That I called the local bar: Hello Dupont Bring me up Something to eat, Or I'll die And what should I bring you? Bring me without hesitation: Rock and roll-mops With buttered bread, Rock and roll-mops And ground beef, Rock and roll-mops With a fried egg, Rock and roll-mops I feel like a cannibal. Kangaroo escalopes Sapajou sausage Lion liver with salsify Bacon head with candied fruit And in a dish Just for me Well prepared Not too seasoned Rock and roll-mops It comforted me, Rock and roll-mops I'm bursting at the seams, Rock and roll-mops My strength is increased tenfold, Rock and roll-mops We're going back to bed
A short time ago, Alex told you about the exploits of surrealist writer Boris Vian and his novel I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES. But he did not get into Vian's career as a musician.
Here's one of Vian's songs, with bits of his infamous surrealism, as you can see from the lyrics (translated via Google). (I like the classy cover video also.)
And what's the pun inherent in the title?
Why, with the dish known as rollmops.
Here's one of Vian's songs, with bits of his infamous surrealism, as you can see from the lyrics (translated via Google). (I like the classy cover video also.)
And what's the pun inherent in the title?
Why, with the dish known as rollmops.
I seduced her in an instant
Thanks to the light in my eye
She fell like a leaf
Into my big orangutan arms
We loved each other like gods
Aznavour would have been left blue
The phonograph was playing in a corner
Swinging jazz tunes
But in the end I was so hungry
That I called the local bar:
Hello Dupont
Bring me up
Something to eat,
Or I'll die
And what should I bring you?
Bring me without hesitation:
Rock and roll-mops
With buttered bread,
Rock and roll-mops
And ground beef,
Rock and roll-mops
With a fried egg,
Rock and roll-mops
I feel like a cannibal. Kangaroo escalopes
Sapajou sausage
Lion liver with salsify
Bacon head with candied fruit
And in a dish
Just for me
Well prepared
Not too seasoned
Rock and roll-mops
It comforted me,
Rock and roll-mops
I'm bursting at the seams,
Rock and roll-mops
My strength is increased tenfold,
Rock and roll-mops
We're going back to bed
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