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the pirate girl
coeval happenings reading: Moab is my Washpot - Stephen Fry listening to:Napalm & Silly Putty - George Carlin travelling/staying in:SA, NSW & Vic - depending when you catch me
Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 15 May 2007'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Our Eurovision 07 Top Three
We had a Eurovision gathering at Emily's where, in Finnish tribute, we ate lots of fish and potato... and chips and lollies... whilst watching Eurovision 07. We went for the three gayest acts in the competition - tho there were some 'IM NOT GAY' acts as well, not to mention europe's answer to evanescence *shudder*. And yay that the lesbian group won, but I didn't find them as entertaining as Ukraine. Go silver drag queen! But my favourite was the cute singer from The Ark. He was so bouncy. I loved him.
From Sweden: The Ark - 'The Worrying Kind'
From Ukraine: Verka Serdyuchka - 'Dancing' Im so glad they came second.
And from France: Fatals Picards - 'L'amour à la française' I do like the mix of English/French. English translation of above:
I remember nice girl Last summer you were so pretty I remember us, the Eiffel Tower So beautiful with your Chanel bag
On the Seine bridge, let's do it again, again, again, again, Tell me the secret, what is it? What is it?
I am looking for you in the streets I didn't come because you weren't here anymore I am looking around, oh where are you? My heart is bleeding, oh I miss you
Love in the French way, let's do it again, again, again, again, I have lost the secret, what is it? What is it?
And I'm running, running, running, I've lost love, love, love, And I'm lost, here without you, I'm crazy, alone in Paris.
I miss you, without you I can't And under the rain, I feel sorry On the Champs Elyse'es, alone at night Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty
And the sun is hotter than birds And in the sky, I miss you so A souvenir, a rendez-vous Flowers, flowers, flowers for you
I miss you, without you I can't And under the rain, I feel sorry And I'm lost, here without you, I'm crazy, alone in Paris.
I remember nice girl Last summer you were so pretty I remember us, the Eiffel Tower So beautiful with your Chanel bag
Love in the French way, is that I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you But what do I have to do? What is it? What is it?
And I'm running, running, running, I've lost love, love, love, And I'm lost, here without you, I'm crazy, alone in Paris.
I miss you, without you I can't And under the rain, I feel sorry On the Champs Elyse'es, alone at night Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty.
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