Mi-figue mi-raisin (with Mavi and Sia)
C'est dimanche, la ville est vide. Les voitures de police sont sagement garées devant le commissariat. Tous les volets sont baissés et dévoilent leurs graffitis. Même les oiseaux semblent se reposer. Les voitures sont clairsemées et pépères. On dirait que la ville s'est endormie pour la sieste. A moins qu'on l'ait évacuée ?... Sans me le dire... Personne aux fenêtres... Personne sur les trottoirs... Mais où ils sont passés ? Sont quand même pas tous devant la télé ?! Il y a même des moments où il n'y a plus aucune voiture qui passe, des deux côtés. Rien. Le néant. J'suis tombé en pleine apocalypse sans le son et les effets spéciaux... C'est ça qui est dur le dimanche, ce manque notoire de vie. Et tous les dimanches ça recommence, rien à faire, tout est fermé. A part les parcs avec les nains hurleurs et leurs parents qui les appelent à grands cris, à part la plage avec tous ses promeneurs curieux comme des pies, à part les jolies ballades à faire overbookées par les citadins gavés en manque d'oxygène... En fait, y a rien à faire pour un célibataire qui fuit le vacarme de ses congénères... I hate sunday.
Movie "I hate Sundays", made by [Mavi] from London, soundtrack "Sunday" by Sia
For you Mavi (sorry for the mistakes) :
It's sunday, the city is empty. The police cars are wisely parked in front of the police station. All the shutters are lowered and reveal their graffiti. Even the birds seem to rest. The cars are sparse and cool. It would be said that the city fell asleep for the nap. Unless than one evacuated it ?... Without me... Nobody at the windows... Nobody on the pavements... But where they passed ? Are nevertheless not all in front of their TV screen ?! There's even some moments when there is no more car which passes. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm fallen during the apocalypse without the sound and the special effects... It's that which is hard on sunday, this notorious lack of life. And every sunday that starts again, nothing to make, all is closed. Excepted the parks with the crying dwarves and their parents who call them every second, excepted the beaches with all the curious walkers like magpies, excepted the pretty ballades to be made overbooked by the porky townsmen in lack of oxygen... In fact, there is nothing to do on sunday for a single one who flees the din of his congeneric... I hate sundays.
Movie "I hate Sundays", made by [Mavi] from London, soundtrack "Sunday" by Sia
For you Mavi (sorry for the mistakes) :
It's sunday, the city is empty. The police cars are wisely parked in front of the police station. All the shutters are lowered and reveal their graffiti. Even the birds seem to rest. The cars are sparse and cool. It would be said that the city fell asleep for the nap. Unless than one evacuated it ?... Without me... Nobody at the windows... Nobody on the pavements... But where they passed ? Are nevertheless not all in front of their TV screen ?! There's even some moments when there is no more car which passes. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm fallen during the apocalypse without the sound and the special effects... It's that which is hard on sunday, this notorious lack of life. And every sunday that starts again, nothing to make, all is closed. Excepted the parks with the crying dwarves and their parents who call them every second, excepted the beaches with all the curious walkers like magpies, excepted the pretty ballades to be made overbooked by the porky townsmen in lack of oxygen... In fact, there is nothing to do on sunday for a single one who flees the din of his congeneric... I hate sundays.
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