Alberto's report from "Needs" March 29th

Spoken Word Paris, March 29, the theme is Needs / Les Besoins.
Many poems and songs in the house,
like:

TELL ME, HILLARY
by Jean-Philippe Lazare

Tell me, Hillary, do you really need me?

(Oui, Jean-Philippe, j’ai besoin de toi !)

Then why do you stay with Bill?

Let me invite you to dinner in Paris, try to seduce you then after the meal,

I will pay the bill

With my credit card; please send him a postcard

And learn him the truth about you and me, Hillary…

Can you feel this deep harmony between you and me?

It’s a kind of magic, it’s a kind of romantic,

It’s a kind of frantic, let me use my semantic

In order to show you how much I appreciate you…

Tell me, Hillary, do you really need me?

(Oui, Jean-Philippe, j’ai besoin de toi !) (……..)

A Composition about Finding the Words to Begin With
By Miss Peacock

I looked hard into the knuckle of the storm,
And tried to work out which side of the rain
I should steal my sentences from.

I tried to decipher the words that were cut up in winds

And which metaphors the clouds bulged lourdeur with.

I tried to see the signs that words were his,
And not just whistling through whispers
Caught up through the wind tunnels
Where crazy valleys hid nonsense
With the overwhelming track of their one stone path.

Shivering through the brick your voices came. (……..)

An Intergalactic Tale of Love and Loss
By Tom

First we were friends
Then we we’re lovers
And then we became……. pilots

But not just any pilots
We were space pilots
We’d steal way into the zorglesphere or Qwegtor 9 any chance we could
Such was our love and our travel lust (…….)

A wonderful blues which talks about everyone here:

I am the pensionaire etranger
By Jason

I am the pensionaire etranger
I got to Paris just other day
I’m gonna have a year of romance
While I’m in France
And all my friends on the East Coast
Will marvel at my Facebook posts

I am the pensionaire etranger
I cannot wait to sit in a cafè
I’ve got my notebook, coffee and my pencil
So existential
The ideas that I will deduce
While sitting there and reading Proust
I’ll read Proust, I’ll read Proust, oh how I’ll read Proust
I’ll read Proust, I’ll read Proust oh how, I’ll read Proust
I’ll read Beaumarchè
Sexy Geek
I’m so chic
Sexy Geek
I’m so chic

(whistle)

Three months later….
I am the pensionaire etranger
I haven’t seen the sun in 40 days
And every day when I have to get dressed
I get depressed
I think that their Melancholie
Is a bad case of SAD

Quand il pleut quand il pleut oh it makes me blue
Quand il pleut quand il pleut oh it makes me blue
I’d smoke cigarettes
But they’re soaking wet
Quand il pleut quand il pleut oh it makes me blue (…….)

If you want more come Monday 5th April.

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