I mean Leonard Cohen didn't either, but at least he tried.

Oh, he's singing now.

He's actually trying to sing.

(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
Little beggar, shampooer of my dreams
(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
If you stumble I'll break your neck

(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
Hold on tight, life is short
(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
One false step, voilà, you’re in the hole

(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
You have my monogamous soul and my sap
(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
It's all for you and that's all there is

(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
I love your two breasts, your eyes and your ‘bean’
(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
Watch out - I'll shove you in the cabbage

Nightjar wrote:

(Oh my Lou oh my Lou) oh Marilou
I love your two breasts, your eyes and your ‘bean’

He always has to go too far doesn't he?

Something something like a bull at a gate.

Track 9 - Variations sur Marilou.

This one sounds like it might be a bit better.

In her absent look and her iris of absinthe
While Marilou amuses herself making smoke rings of menthol
Between two comic strip bubbles
All in playing with the zipper of her levis (jeans)
I read vice and think of Carroll Lewis

In her absent look and her iris of absinthe
While Marilou does everything she can to make smoke rings of menthol
Between two comic strip bubbles
All in playing with her zipper
Half opening her Levis

In her absent look and her iris of absinthe I say
I read the vice of a baby doll
And I think of Lewis Carroll

In her absent look and her iris of absinthe
When the stereo speakers spit, throwing out
A cry of cards and flushes

While Marilou abuses herself
Her health is worn out
Sending herself into the air (sex)

When in an absurd dream Marilou is reduced
When her coma absorbs her in obscure practices
Her pupil is absent and her iris is absinthe
Under her gestures are tinted underlying ecstasies

In her look, vice offers a salacious side
A bit of dishwater blue from her pair of levis
While she exhales a sigh of menthol
My mentally deficient lost in her physical and cerebral exile
Plays with the metal of her zipper and the jug of coral appears

She coca cola's (sticks on) a finger that, stopping at the edge of the coral
Is taken near the calyx of the vertigo of Alice by Lewis Caroll

When in obscure dreams Marilou is reduced
When her coma absorbs her in absurd reveries
Her pupil is absent and her iris is absinthe
Surreptitiously, pleasure without any wait are tinted

Lost in her physical and cerebral exile
One by one she exhales feverish sighs perfumed with menthol
My mentally deficient makes tinted the metal of her zipper
And narcissistic she pushes the vice
In the dishwater blue night of her pair of levis

Arrived at the pubis of her coral sex spreading the corolla
Taken to the edge of the calyx of Vertigo, Alice jumps into her bones
In the country of mischief of Lewis Carroll

Pupils absent, iris of absinthe, baby doll
Listens to her idols, Jimi Hendrix, Elvis Presley, T-Rex, Alice Cooper
Lou Reed, The Rolling Stones, she's crazy about them
Above, this narcissist plonges with delight
Into the blue petrol night of her pair of levis

She arrives at the pubis and very cool with menthol
She self controls her little orifice
Finally pushing the vice right up to the edge of the calyx
With a sex-symbol finger spreading the corolla
At the heart of rock & roll wanders my Alice
In the country of mischief of Lewis Carroll

Someone needs to put a song over this backing track.

The band are fantastic.

Alan Parker FTW.

Great 70s synth noise!

Funk-Moogtastic!

This is a fantastic album.

Nightjar wrote:The band are fantastic.

Alan Parker FTW.

I always thought The Commitments was over rated myself.

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

Nightjar wrote:The band are fantastic.

Alan Parker FTW.

I always thought The Commitments was over rated myself.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Parker_(musician)

That keyboard thing is fantastic,

Name-checklng famous people.