There is a danger, I believe, being flooded with the inspiring movies on this site. In line with the rest of the book try being with one movie quietly.
When I first found this site I gorged myself on them all one after the other, which keeps them 'in your head' and does not let them be felt. Take your time.
John Admin
Where do you go to?
I have to include the song which is the title of this section.
You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy appartement Of the Boulevard of St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head
I've seen all your qualifications You got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pines With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz With the others of the jet-set And you sip your Napoleon Brandy But you never get your lips wet
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for chistmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha
They say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realize where you came from And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head
I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Then go and forget me forever 'Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed I know the thoughts that surround you 'Cause I can look inside your head ___________________________________________
John Admin
Curved air
This song has been my 'melancholy' song over 'what might have been' since 1973. What is your song? The imagery in it is fantastic.
'In the honeycomb confusion of my many, many lives I'm tumbling like Alice down the tunnels of my mind Fingers closing up my ears Fumble at my brain Screaming as I'm dreaming that I won't see you again You're many,many miles from me But I can see you still I look at you, beside myself, till I see you again.
