Sometimes I feel so foreign...

A lot of the time You don't really think abotu being foreign or anything. You just function.

But sometimes the culture gap is just very big. Like when we rehearsed "Girl Talk" with the big band. Our singer sang the French lyrics. I reproduce below for you the English words, followed by the French words.

Girl Talk
They like to chat about the dresses they will wear tonight
They chew the fat about their tresses and the neighbours' fight
Inconsequential things that men don't really care to know
Become essential things that women find so apropos

But that's a dame
They're all the same
It's just a game
They call it girl talk, girl talk

They all me-ouw about the ups and downs of all their friends
The who, the how, the why, they dish the dirt, it never ends
The weaker sex, the speaker sex, we mortal males behold
But though we joke, we wouldn't trade you for a ton of gold

So baby stay, and gab away
But hear me say
That after girl talk
Talk to me

Dansez sur moi
Dansez sur moi dansez sur moi le soir de vos fiançailles
Dansez dessus mes vers luisants comme un parquet de Versailles
Embrassez-vous, enlacez-vous, ma voix vous montre la voie
La Voie lactée, la voie clarté où les pas ne pèsent pas
Dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi
Dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi

Dansez sur moi dansez sur moi qui tourne comme un astre
Étrennez-vous, étreignez-vous pour que vos cœurs s'encastrent
Tel un tapis, tapis volant, je me tapis sous vos pieds
C'est pour vous tous que sur mes doigts, la nuit je compte mes pieds
Dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi
Dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi

Dansez sur moi dansez sur moi le soir de mes funérailles
Que la vie soit feu d'artifice et la mort un feu de paille
Un chant de cygne s'est éteint mais un autre a cassé l'œuf
Sous un saphir en vrai saphir miroite mon sillon neuf
Dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi
Dansez sur moi, dansez sur moi

"Girl talk" is vacuous sexist nonsense. "Dansez sur moi" seems rather macabre !

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