This doesn't really fit into the theme of SF Vistas, but I keep hoping "Subways Are for Sleeping" will come to 42nd Street Moon, as I think it was once going to. (Or am I thinking of "Skyscraper"?)
This morning, Samba and I used the first part of our French hour to write down the words, which I had trouble understanding:
Allons enfants, le jour de gloire est arrive. Bebe Suivez. Chaque jour n'arrive qu'une fois dans la vie
Sur le pony
Pont d'Aligon on y danse
Yet commence.
Chaque jour n'arrive qu'une fois dans la vie.
Maintenant, demain c'est un mot qui n'existe pas
Embrasse-moi, Mama
Et ne pensez plus on temps perdu
Allons enfants
Vous etes comme honkytonky et wow
Une fois on voit le soleil qui brille
Une fois on a la cle de la ville
Une fois on peut crier "A ba la Bastille!"
Amour, toujours right now!
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