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La belle et le bad boy

3/28/2018

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They met each other on the school benches
 
In between an hour of detention, of Maths, or a Spanish course
 
She was a fun girl, a fan of football
 
He wasn't scared of balls/bullets, they were the goal
 
He promised her rides in a Corvette
 
For now he's stealing mopeds in a tracksuit
 
But they were always accomplices
 
Standing on a pedestal, a dream defined
 
If he were triangular, she'd be rectangular
 
La belle et le bad boy, the rectangular triangle
 
It's like going from Joe Dassin to Jodeci
 
Real style, pure R & B
 
She's deep in love, the kind of love that's sown in playgrounds
 
Grows in towers, and rhymes forever and ever
 
But the ideal can't define reality
 
Her man is throwing himself into flames, and bathing himself in them
 
Refrain:
 
Sub-gatherings gather within gatherings
 
La belle et le bad boy
 
Sub-gatherings gather within gatherings
 
To make money together
 
They talk of making the rounds together, and they're not messing around
 
And if it turns out bloody, they'll plead before God together. Right.
 
He was convincing, she was convinced
 
Believing that stopping today was out of the question
 
They're forging notes with east European networks
 
They're in competition. In France that's a serious offence
 
They're risking their necks, the guys come from Baumettes
 
He can only think of the quest for his Corvette
 
Paranoid atmosphere. The opposition is behind them
 
Bullets fly as a BMW brakes
 
Tears are in his eyes as she falls
 
Two rounds of .22 twenty-two years old. Adieu.
 
The ideal can't define reality
 
Her man has thrown himself into the flames. It's time for him to bathe in them.
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    My name is Elizabeth, and I come bearing gifts.  I have a story to tell, you see.  Several stories, really.  I joke that writing is cheaper than therapy, and it is true that writing has been life-changing for me in so many ways. 

    I want you to feel free to click the YouTube arrow to play the music while you're indulging yourself here.  Go ahead, put it on loop for the time it takes you to read the entire passage.  I promise, you won't be sorry.  Why, I listen on loop as I write these memories, these scenarios, these monumental lessons of my life.  You know, so I can feel the music inside of me.  It is my belief that we, all of us, have memories linked to the things we love most:  Beauty, Food, Scent, Touch, and Sound. 


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