The "lyrics" you'll find below are from a spoken-word number called "Enivrez-vous" ("Get Drunk")from Stereolab's 1991 debut album Peng. I completely relate to this song, but I wonder what organ gets fried after too much drinking milk?--Gatas Na 'Day
Enivrez-Vous
Il faut ítre toujours ivre. tout est là : c'est l'unique question. pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans
Ve. mais de quoi ? de vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise. mais enivrez-vous. et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé, dans la solitude morne de vot
Ambre, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, à la vague, à l'étoile, à l'oiseau, à l'horloge, à tout ce qui fuit, à tout ce qui gémit, à tout c
Roule, à tout ce qui chante, à tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est ; et le vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous répondront: "il est l'heure de s'enivrer ! po
ítre pas les esclaves martyrisés du temps, enivrez-vous; enivrez-vous sans cesse ! de vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise."
Get Drunk
One should always be drunk. that's all that matters: that's our one imperative need. so as not to feel time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk wit
Ceasing. but what with? with wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. but get drunk. and if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude
Our room, you are waking up when drunkeness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings
That which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: "it is time to get drunk! so that you may not be the martyred slaves of time,
Drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! with wine, with poetry, or with vitrtue, as you choose!"
Quality Time With Kylie
Recently, Australian pop star Kylie Minogue visited the Philippines and was immediately kept abreast of the national issues in this country. Here’s a sample of her conversation with her friend, Milkaday. Unfortunately we can only print the excerpts that are for general patronage.
Kylie Minogue: Hey, Milkaday, you must be aware of the controversy over the Milk Code?
Milkaday: What about it? (slurps milk)
Miss Minogue: The Supreme Court struck down portions of the revised implementing rules and regulations or RIRR that instituted an absolute ban on infant formula advertisements.
Milkaday: Please speak English. I don’t understand all these legalese stuff.
Miss Minogue: That means you would have been deprived of many milk products had the Supreme Court ruled otherwise. Something could have happened that would have deprived you a great deal of your favorite drink. But thanks to the court’s ruling, you can continue knowing about all kinds of milk products and drinking them all.
Milkaday: So that’s good news. I can continue drinking all kinds of milk.
Miss Minogue: It’s not good news to the advocates of breastfeeding who would have wanted the Milk Code’s rules implemented, so that their advocacy would be unhampered by the advertising power of the manufacturers.
Milkaday: Put Tang in a glass! I don’t understand this issue. The milk industry and the breastfeeding advocates should not be fighting. But if they insist, I’ll have to side with breastfeeding. Which reminds me (begins to unbutton the Dolce and Gabbana shirt of Miss Minogue).
Miss Minogue: Don’t, don’t please no… ah, Milkaday, no …. Ah!—only five years old and already a rapist!
Milkaday: (murmuring underneath Miss Minogue’s shirt) I’m an enfant terrible, Ma’am.
Miss Minogue: I’m finding out too late. Milkaday! No, yes, ah, no, ah—
Kylie Minogue: Hey, Milkaday, you must be aware of the controversy over the Milk Code?
Milkaday: What about it? (slurps milk)
Miss Minogue: The Supreme Court struck down portions of the revised implementing rules and regulations or RIRR that instituted an absolute ban on infant formula advertisements.
Milkaday: Please speak English. I don’t understand all these legalese stuff.
Miss Minogue: That means you would have been deprived of many milk products had the Supreme Court ruled otherwise. Something could have happened that would have deprived you a great deal of your favorite drink. But thanks to the court’s ruling, you can continue knowing about all kinds of milk products and drinking them all.
Milkaday: So that’s good news. I can continue drinking all kinds of milk.
Miss Minogue: It’s not good news to the advocates of breastfeeding who would have wanted the Milk Code’s rules implemented, so that their advocacy would be unhampered by the advertising power of the manufacturers.
Milkaday: Put Tang in a glass! I don’t understand this issue. The milk industry and the breastfeeding advocates should not be fighting. But if they insist, I’ll have to side with breastfeeding. Which reminds me (begins to unbutton the Dolce and Gabbana shirt of Miss Minogue).
Miss Minogue: Don’t, don’t please no… ah, Milkaday, no …. Ah!—only five years old and already a rapist!
Milkaday: (murmuring underneath Miss Minogue’s shirt) I’m an enfant terrible, Ma’am.
Miss Minogue: I’m finding out too late. Milkaday! No, yes, ah, no, ah—
Wow, your hands are on your waist but you are still pointing at me!
I was milking the cow, contemplating its jugs as Galileo does the stars when, lo
and behold, in walked LJ in my spacious farm. Her hands were on her waist, but she was still pointing at me. I have never been pointed at with so much diliryo in my life. What huge, firm and frontal accusations! Concentrated like condensed milk. I love those, LJ. You know I am fond of milk. What shall we do in my spacious farm that's full of hay? This is where rock and roll was invented, said Robert Johnson. Wazakenrol, said Khavn, who is filming what's unfolding. You talk too much, complained LJ, with her angry-looking eyes making me point back at her, but not with my hands. Soon enough we uttered, nay, exclaimed, various syllables, while rolling back and forth on hectares of farmland. All this time, the cow just mooed.
I LIKE MILK, BUT I LIKE PUSSY, TOO
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