Free electron, continued.
Free electron...
oscillates...
alone...
off the radar...
at the will...
of the rays
of sharp draughts,
of summer mornings.
Trebles...
in balance.
Free electron...
still vibrates.
Crestless wave...
wavering now...
in the world and its beauties.
Smokeless fire...
Burned-out electron...
Hanging upside down...
Still swinging
from the fourth string...
Free electron
I'm alone
Without a melody
Off the radar
At the will
Of the sharp draughts
In the world and its beauties
Smokeless fire
Burned-out electron
Hanging upside down
Still swinging...
Hi, Tralala.
Aleikoum, Babak.
We demolish your place soon.
I know.
Don't worry, I have a lead.
Tralala
My desert neighbour
He sings like I do
In exile without an audience
Free electron
No-hit wonder With only girls lured here
By the grace of the music
Like friends Carried off by the storm
Swept away in a swarm
Screwy electron
Can you recharge it?
Ok, Tralala.
Thanks, Babak.
Yesterday, it was delicious
Today it's still good
And tomorrow it'll be gone
Good luck.
I turn on a light
In the eyes of girls
Before everything goes
Off the rails
I burst into flame In the fire
My demo tape Is my life on the wire
Like an LP
In a techno world
Where are all my friends today?
They have gone away
On the wave I alone rave
On the wave
I alone rave
On the wave
I alone rave
A nightmare You journey to and fro
Free electron Where will you go?
I don't know
Dad, Mum Where did you go?
Dad, Mum I went away
Without telling you Aged seventeen
Probably drunk Sorry if I was mean
Free electron An orphan feeling down
Since a train Took me back
One day To my home town
And my parents and my home were gone...
I give myself a hug
Abandoned to my fate
My heart in stalemate
The curtain falls like a dead weight
Over summer's estate
The curtain falls like a dead weight
Over summer's estate
You smell very nice.
Sing some more.
Hand in hand
It wasn't planned
Yet it's grand
It's such a thrill
To surrender one's will
To a sweet ill
Night is a morning
In paradise
Reclining in a meadow so nice
Naked
Off the radar With the roaches now far
Who are you?
You're too beautiful to be real.
May I kiss you?
Above all...
do not be yourself.
Were you with the young lady?
Yes.
Your change.
- Has she left? - Yes.
She appeared as I sang At Montparnasse Station
As bright as a train
I recognized her Among the beggars there
As if she were walking on air
The Holy Virgin Reaching out to me
As blue as a Greek island
The Holy Virgin
She alone can save me
Welcome to Lourdes. All pilgrims disembark.
The girl in blue
Brunette or blonde, who knows?
She's our obsession She alone loves and understands us
The girl in blue
Our transparent heart
Is no longer torn
In the pale early morn
She shows us the way To our destiny if we stray
The girl in blue
That's not how it works.
There are rules, as you know.
We don't like you troubadours.
I just got here...
Get lost!
Good luck.
That was great, thanks.
I'm a strange bird Looking for a blue sky
Where are you, my blue angel?
My strange bird
Who gives me wings
Do not be yourself
Do you know her?
Just an impression.
I don't understand.
Just an impression. Her eyes.
What'll you have?
A beer.
Your madonna?
Yes.
Excuse me...
Did the Virgin appear several times to that girl...
Bernadette?
18 times.
Really?
Did she call her or did the Virgin...
Bernadette...
Prayed.
Thank you.
I've got it now.
She's like the girl from the Hotel de la Consolation.
Is it her?
Yes.
The girl from the Hotel de la Consolation.
Thank you very much.
- Hello, sir. - Hello.
I met this young lady in Paris yesterday.
I have something of hers. Do you know her?
No.
I met this young lady in Paris yesterday.
I have something to give back to her.
Forget her and get out, understood?
Understood.
Throw him out!
Go!
Hello.
It's me.
The singer from Montparnasse Station.
How are you?
We had a drink in Paris last night.
I crossed France to find you.
You forgot your lighter.
"Do not be yourself," remember?
Are you ok?
Virginie!
Where were you? In Paris?
- Hello, ma'am. - Sir.
Is she a damsel in distress?
Or am I fooled more or less?
Is she on drugs What's the prognosis?
ls she under hypnosis?
She who alone loved me
And also understood me
No longer knows me today
Is she just a mirage?
In blue
The Virgin is named Virginie Her castle Consolation
Tomorrow I shall carry her away
I the Knight of the Banjolele
But where to sleep?
Tomorrow I'll improvise
The Virgin has a panther's eyes
The troubadour! What're you after?
Revenge, with your banjo?
I don't blame you. Competition can be tough.
I just want a place to sleep.
I can pay.
Who are you?
I'm a singer.
With money problems.
- Where from? - Paris.
You could rake it in from the tourists in Montmartre.
Yes, but...
The truth.
Last night in Paris, I had a drink...
with a girl.
She lives here. I must see her.
Sentimental?
Very.
A lot.
What's your name?
They call me Tralala.
I'm Climby.
Upper floor burglar, as the courts say.
After 50, it gets tough.
Follow me!
Paradise?
You're there, man.
We don't linger here.
It's sacred.
No drinking or smoking.
The water's off. Shower at the public baths.
Hi, Pexu! Hi, Lolo!
- Hi, Climby. - Tralala.
Good evening.
Hi, Philou, enjoy your meal.
If you behave,
you'll meet Lilli tomorrow.
She'll fix your fate.
She puts us up.
That's kind.
Sentimental and polite.
Sleep in peace, Tralala.
Thank you.
My son
My child
Here you are
Back home
A beam of sunshine
In which the dust dances
In the room of a hotel
Our hotel
I see you as on your first day
You who left so long ago
You who left to travel around
For twenty years
For a thousand years
From what hells have you returned?
You, so silent for so long
Whom I waited for so long
When so many believed
You had drowned at sea
You carry the smell of the cities
Visited along the way
And the smell of the wasted years
I'd recognize it anywhere
Those years that I've spent
With a splint on my heart
By simply uttering your name
The pain would depart
You're here now Sweet and calm
Bringing me back to life
Patrick...
My Pat...
I've imagined this moment so often.
You're not dreaming.
It's me. In the flesh.
Like you.
I knew it. I always said so.
knew, if you came back,
you'd come to the Santa Lucia.
To your room.
Number 5.
Climby told me, "The new guy sings, he's sweet and his name's Tralala."
I knew it was you.
Your sweetheart?
Yes.
She isn't here?
No, but...
Will she be joining you?
Yes.
Probably.
A miracle.
Ok, Lilli?
Just fine.
It's Pat, my son. He's back. I knew it.
Pat?
I couldn't say. I was scared you wouldn't recognize me
or think I was mad.
Bath-time. You stink and that's not like you.
Bring your stuff.
- I have nothing. - At all?
My banjolele.
I got robbed.
The sun smiles on you.
Or the son!
Come on, I live nearby
Ok, fine.
Pat, Pat, Pat...
Quick a few clues If I must
Step into your shoes
Only you could put that song on.
You live alone?
Yes, and it suits me.
Dad?
No news. To hell with him!
I left the Santa Lucia 15 years ago.
I couldn't afford to renovate.
But I kept it all the same.
house the underprivileged there.
Pat...
You left too soon, too quickly, too far.
But I never believed you were dead.
I always sensed our hotel was like a final beacon in the night,
if you weren't totally lost and wanted to come back.
And you have come back.
You're a man now.
Mum...
But you?
Me... It would take
too long to tell.
It would take too long...
yet no time at all.
I dreamed a lot.
My dreams shattered.
I ended up on the street.
And I was ashamed to say so.
You fool!
Mothers are there for that.
You're home, that's what matters.
It's wonderful.
Your beard always disgusted me.
When you were 20, I couldn't do a thing, but now...
Your father left this ages ago.
I was right to keep it.
Shave away your past.
Are you sure?
You're not 20 now.
Three days later, you left for the USA.
Get rid of the one who left.
Just show me the one who came back.
You're right.
Give me a few days. I may not recognize myself.
I'll give you two days.
After your bath, we'll go to see Seb.
He works at the Pontoon.
Seb?
Do we call him or surprise him?
What do you think?
Let's not give him time to think.
We'll buy you a shirt.
Got no money?
No.
The bath!
Robin and Balthazar, your nephews. Born after you left.
Hi, Grandma.
Hi, Robin.
Hi, Balthazar.
Meet your Uncle Pat.
- No way. - Awesome!
Hi.
- I'm Balthazar. - Robin.
Crazy. Dad'll go wild.
Hi, Robin, hi, Balthazar. Glad to meet you.
Seb!
A visitor.
Someone back from far away.
Enjoy your walk, ladies.
Turn the music off, boys.
l found him this morning in his old room,
number 5, just like the others.
A real bum.
Back at the Santa Lucia?
Yeah.
I came from Paris. Things aren't great.
I got robbed on the train.
l always said he'd come back.
No one comes back from the dead
Who are you?
No one comes back from the dead
It's just not true
I've already died once
And it's left a scar
You're not my brother
So tell me who you are
Coming back here all innocent
So shamelessly
Coming back here all innocent
Tell me who you might be
When he vanished
I never got over it
No one comes back from something like that
Never again
No one comes back from the dead
Not anymore
If you're not my brother
Then tell me who you are
Coming back here
All innocent
So shamelessly
Coming back here all innocent
So shamelessly
What a pain.
It's never easy with him.
Give him time.
Coffee, Uncle?
Bring us two coffees.
We'll come back later. It's ok.
You kept it!
Changed the batteries?
Thank you.
Boys, I want you all at the Santa Lucia tonight. A surprise.
Seb...
Bring your brother back?
I'll go. You have lots to talk about.
Thanks for the coffee.
That was heavy!
Get me a Ricard, guys.
It's 11 AM.
You usually start at 12.
It's 11 on a special day.
At our gigs, you barely grunted in English.
Are you back
as a bum to avoid admitting you made it?
Made it?
As a singer.
If I had, you'd know.
I've given up on that.
You're good.
One thing I found on my crap trip.
Jeannie works here at midday.
She'll be here soon.
Yeah?
Great.
She was mad at you for ages.
With reason.
And you?
How are things?
One nurse doesn't make a summer
No way
Migrate or lose your feathers
Migrate
Dad!
The ice guy!
Thank you, Pat.
I think we have a few things in common.
A puddle is all he sees Hiding the lake's beauties
Trapped in a prison
Even confined by the horizon
Jeannie?
Jeannie!
Seb told me.
I just got here.
I nearly fainted.
It's crazy.
Eyes don't lie.
How are you?
I'm good.
Yes, I'm good.
And you?
Me...
A hello kiss?
Alright.
You're another man!
Yet still the same one.
Seb said you were homeless in Paris.
Yes.
Until today.
Want to go for a walk?
Here, you're like a customer.
I have half an hour.
Dad?
You're mad you didn't go too.
It's crazy what he's seen.
How he talks about it.
You understand English now?
It's a change from ice.
He burned out.
It inspires us.
It's time We have this to say
We leave for Australia on Monday
It's time We have this to say
We leave for Australia on Monday
We're gonna be a world away
We won't see your dead gaze every day
Faded away
Regretting every day He let that train get away
Stuck in this shack Nowhere for his jack
Gazing into space Knocking beers back
Son of the baron in the trees On his knees
At his ease In the Pyrenees
It's time We have this to say
We leave for Australia on Monday
Even on foot see To flee this legacy
If anyone asks We're on a pilgrimage for free
It's time And you know
Stuck in a rut You'll never go
Sipping pastis and mint like so On the patio
High on weed
Waking in need Work not done, never up to speed
It's time We have this to say
We leave for Australia on Monday
It's time We have this to say
We leave for Australia on Monday
It's time We have this to say
We leave for Australia on Monday
It's time Off you go guys
It's time Serve under other skies
It's time Piss in disguise
It's time
To our Australian allies
It's time We leave Monday
It's time To live our lives far away
Recognize it?
Yes.
I do. The trees have grown.
Shit, Pat...
You're alive.
It's crazy.
Swear you're not back for Barbara.
Barbara? I don't know a Barbara.
- You're sure? - Positive.
Shit...
- It feels good. - You bet.
It's crazy.
Time doesn't exist.
Your tongue just feels a bit thicker.
The last time we kissed, I was still growing.
Coming?
There's no harm in trying.
That's true.
As mad as ever...
Shit, I'm late!
Jeannie?
It wasn't good?
It was.
I'd never felt anything like it.
But it wasn't you.
It's not you.
You're not Pat.
What do you mean?
I know.
You're not Pat.
That kind of thing...
I can't be wrong.
What thing?
I don't know.
A way...
You've no mole on your left buttock.
Maybe it moved.
The mysteries of nature.
People change.
Do you dance like at 17?
I don't dance anymore.
Maybe I wouldn't know you if I saw you dancing now,
20 years later.
Stupid. I have to run.
Eating at the Pontoon? I'll look after you.
I'll have lunch with Mum in town.
I'll walk back.
Whoever you are, I won't let you go until I've pierced your mystery.
Where did you and I first make love?
I remember it was here.
You annoy me.
I'm off.
So long, Jeannie.
Hi, Jeff.
Hi, Seb.
Pastis and mint?
Give me a Ricard.
Trouble at the Pontoon?
Yes, I wanna see the boss.
She's with Virginie.
What is it?
I wanna see Barbara, she's the boss.
Explain, we're busy here.
- Are you deaf or stupid? - Sorry?
What?
If you want money, leave now.
And put your mask on.
Ok up there?
It'll be ok. I locked the door.
Sebastien wants a word. In private.
Hello, Sebastien.
A problem at the Pontoon?
It's over.
Sorry?
Us two, it's over.
What?
Come over here.
What's the matter, Seb?
You have to tell me that now?
Try asking why I'm saying it.
I don't know. I suppose you've met someone.
You have a reputation.
Besides, I can't give you more. And even you can't give me more.
The boss and the lackey.
Cut it out. We both have our own lives.
I don't understand what's going on. Explain.
Your great secret love is back.
The real one.
The original.
The copy is stepping down.
Wait.
Come here.
I don't understand.
My brother isn't dead. Pat is back in Lourdes.
He's alive?
He's alive.
Homeless and broke.
A gift from heaven for you.
Boss.
What did that jerk want?
Nothing, he was drunk.
Ok, we'll talk about it later.
The psychiatrist can see Virginie this afternoon.
The hospital can take her tonight.
Isn't committing her too hasty?
Barbara, yesterday, some tramp
some stinking maniac turned up at reception
asking to see her.
He said he'd spent a night with her in Paris.
It can't go on. It happens more and more often.
One day, she won't come back.
You want that?
A tramp?
Yes, a tramp.
I am a hotel
People enter me
People pray in me
People sleep in me
In me, people love each other
I, myself another
My own image I do not see
I await only thee
I am a hotel
Paul!
Watch the exit. Virginie isn't in her room.
Well?
No sign of her.
I'm at my wits' end.
We'll end up mad next. I'm calling the cops.
Pat?
Barbara?
What happened?
Who is he This stranger from the blue?
Can it be The one I knew
Is the man
Who made me climax three times?
Who is he This sweet oddball?
Could it be That all I can do is fall
Abandoned into his arms?
Who is he? How can I know?
Where is he from? Do I know his hands though
His ass, his back His caresses and his voice?
Who is he? I'm at a loss
Where is he from? Now our paths cross
Yet I already know him
Can it be That love
Is washing over me?
Making me take The unknown
For the known
Can it be That love
Is washing over me?
Making me take The known
For the unknown
Intractable
And nude
Impractical
To look at this dude
Without seeing in him My love of the past
And for him I have all my time
It's to him That I offer these forty years of mine
A woman's finest age I think
I miss yours.
I followed your call. Do you hear mine?
Send me a sign.
"Her voice still flows to the sound of the grotto's stream, as in paradise."
Hello
Excuse me, sir
I think I forgot a postcard at this table
This one no doubt.
Thank you very much
It was lying here.
"As in paradise."
Excellent.
Climby, it's working!
He
Was asking
"Have I finished with life?
Has the time come?
Have I overdone it
Have I exhausted
The splendour?"
Living that again
My poor heart
Is not keen
It would not last
More than an hour
Beneath the burden
Of the splendour
Pines over turquoise water
That vision
The miracle continues.
An island
Apart from you, I missed this the most.
The back of a hand on eyelids
Yet I feel
Deep down inside
That it's there
Holding me back
Holding me up
Hour by hour
The splendour
Tonight, I'll reopen Paradise for your return.
Your friends are on their way.
I'll just go and change. See you in a bit.
Pat, I'm gonna need a hand here.
"1999.
Personal compositions.
Pat Riviere."
Miami Dreams
I'll be cool in the morning
Cool in the morning
I'll be sexy in the afternoon
Sexy in the afternoon
Stressed
Sometimes stressed at night
Stressed at night
Above all...
do not be yourself.
My first night in Miami
I'm me
When I'm you
I'm cool
When you're cool
I'm
stressed
When you're stressed
I'm sexy
When you're sexy
I'm me
When you're you
I'm cool
When I'm cool
I'm stressed
When I feel stressed
I'm sexy
When I'm sexy
Aline?
Alain?
And Frederic?
Jeff?
Eric?
J-B... Is that you or you?
Olivier, Leo...
A journey
through the ages!
See, time doesn't exist.
As crazy as ever?
What's new?
I was homeless in Paris,
I came home to see Mum and things are better.
I hear you play as well as Pat did,
handsome stranger.
Shit, Pat,
I'm not what I seem to be.
Like everyone, Seb.
Starting from nothing Back from it all
You're my true hero
I had big ideas but without a doubt
My dreams soon fizzled out
I'm still at zero
I've stayed on the platform
Playing at Clint Eastwood
You were dead I was pensive
For 20 years, I've sulked all I could
Playing at Clint Eastwood
They told me I was a hunk
So I acted like a hunk
Get my name above the title
And keep it up there
Pat
You're alive
Alive And seeing you wipes me out
You were dead And I was pensive
For 20 years, I sulked all I could
Playing at Clint Eastwood
Decorative you can't deny
A toxic guy
Slowly burning out
But tonight
I'm checking out
Death as a finality
Seb, don't fuck up. We're brothers.
How'll I end up if you end it all?
I'm nothing without you.
- Hi, Unc - Hi, Dad
How's it going?
- This is wild - Glad I saw it
Before going away
- Tomorrow - By the way
- I need my pay - For June
To serve piss to Australians And say cuckoo to Uluru
Uluru...
Stop by tomorrow morning.
I'm burning
Between two fires
I'm burning
Say farewell
Or live with you
Live with you
Or say to you
Farewell
Go on.
Leave without you
I'm burning
Between two fires
I'm burning
Between two fires
I'm burning
Between two fires
Run away with you
The girl in blue
Or make my life
In Paradise
Virginie
Here we dance
Beneath the rooms
It'd be sweet with you
Sheltered by the Santa Lucia
Step out of the woods Come over here
Virgin of the stations
Forever fleeing
Carve a path between two fires
Led here station to station Virginie
I'm burning
Between two fires
Paradise or Tralala
Nights in the beyond are not for us With the curtain raised
Between two fires
Over summer's estate
Do as I do Do not be yourself anymore
As you said
Paradise
Is here with you
Wow, Dad! We had no idea.
No idea of what?
That you played like that.
I'd forgotten.
Is it you?
It's me.
You're no longer the one crying outside the station.
That's true.
But you still disappear and appear.
Why do you hide?
Room 617
This music is what I played at 20.
It's midnight
I'm on the Avenue du Paradis
I know you're waiting for me
We'll be in love
Spring is here
We'll be in love
Spring is here
Is that you singing?
Yes.
I'm on the Avenue du Paradis
My direction Hotel de la Consolation
And your arms
Barbara
And your arms
Barbara
How old were you when you sang this?
- I have to confess... - You know my mum?
You knew her when you were young.
Yes.
I follow the river
I'm 17
I'm not serious
It's sweet in Paradise
The wind from Spain Lifts the skirts of nurses
Of stretcher bearers
I head for the Hotel de la Consolation
Where you're waiting
Waiting for me
Barbara
It's ok if you knew my mum.
Really knew her.
Unless...
I don't know, Virginie.
Dad?
It's as if I had known
Always known
It's like an open window Always open
On an endless flight An endless flight
Down black hallways Filled with pale ghosts
The wind of adventure Was a simple draught
In a brief night The deserted morning light
Without armour
Come on Pat Tell us Pat
Tell us now
We want to know
Who is this girl?
We know her
Without knowing her
We want to know
C'mon, bro, let's go Tell us now
You've nothing to fear Wreck it all
I've got your back
Let's go to the Hotel de la Consolation
And ask Mum the answer to your question
You shitty tramp!
Away from my daughter!
Benjamin, I'm Pat Riviere. Remember?
Pat Riviere?
We were never close.
Your career was your focus, flirting with a hotel boss.
Virginie and I have a secret see, from which we want to be free.
Out, asshole.
This is where you went On summer evenings
To the very last door
To room 617
My mother waited for you
You approached stealthily No one knew
Secrecy was a necessity
You unlocked amour fou with this key
Mum?
Open up, asshole!
Come out or I'll call the cops!
Fucking gypsy!
Mum?
I found him.
He found me.
Mum, who is this Pat?
I was a real beauty
Heiress to this hotel and free
And everyone at school you see
Courted me
But he was the only one I wanted to any degree
Pat Riviere
Who looked down on heiresses
One whole spring, one whole summer
In secret
We loved each other
He, the crazy guy
And me, the hotel heiress
In this room
Number 617
And then he left to dream
His life, this dumb artist
All the way
Across the Atlantic
He vanished, end of story
Miami
Los Angeles
California
As a beauty, a stranger
Was beating in my heart
My veins, my blood
Knock, knock, knocking at the door
Of my womb and my flesh
And it was you
My Virginie
I could give you
No other name see
And I told
My consort
That our child
Was his
A singer dead
And lost
With whom I was madly
In love
And who comes back
"Hey, it's Pat, hi, how's it going?"
Yes, he is also
Your dad
That's a lot for one day.
And one man.
I'll go and rest.
See you tomorrow.
Night, Dad.
See you tomorrow.
My daughter.
Where will you sleep?
At the Santa Lucia.
We heard it all
Good old Pat
You have such a talent
That as a hotel manager, well...
Good old Pat
A saint...
For now, Pat is saying good night to his mum.
I'll go to kiss Paradise's child.
Good night, all.
Good old Pat
Sorry, Benjamin.
But the truth comes and goes.
Some days without, some with.
Over my bullshit I've reigned I reign and will reign
Alone, like a jerk A poor jerk, the king of jerks
It wasn't your fate Benjamin
Winning trophies On a field
That wasn't yours Poor Benjamin
Return to your pitch
You, the king The king of jerks
Poor Benjamin
Good evening.
Do you still do those big glasses of beer called...
A "formidable", sir.
Yes, we do.
That's it. I'd like a "formidable".
Brown ale or lager?
That's a good question.
You're torn.
Exactly.
We do pale ale too.
Pale ale is perfect. A "formidable".
Could I get it on credit until tomorrow?
It's on me.
- Are you sure? - Positive.
May I?
Please.
Slowly, but surely.
May I confess something?
Of course.
Could I...
Well...
In fact, I'm no longer sure who I am.
Have you found your "donna"?
My "donna"?
Yes.
The girl you drew.
Yes.
My "donna". I've found her.
And lost her.
I lied to find her and now I've lost her.
That lie could be the first step towards another truth.
Just be patient.
I'm at the end of my tether.
Does God improvise?
It's what He does best.
Me too.
Excuse me.
I was going to the Santa Lucia.
wanted one last drink.
I wanted to talk.
It's all so old now.
Yet so present too.
Two days ago, Virginie returned devastated
from who knows where.
She had been missing a week.
Like a final prayer, I locked her in my room,
our room,
number 617.
Our room that I've held onto,
just as I've held onto our love.
And now you're here. The miracle occurred.
Pat...
If you want,
the Hotel de la Consolation is your home.
Our home.
Benjamin will accept a divorce.
The hotel is mine, all the money too.
Let's make a life together.
The three of us, with Virginie.
Jesus Christ my love
I feel part of the world
These faces are so beautiful On motionless bodies
Jesus Christ my love
Women are so beautiful
They always leave in the air A scent of the eternal
Say yes, Pat.
Why not?
Jesus Christ my love
If only you knew how
The world keeps on living
How people keep on marrying
In the depths of cafes
Jesus Christ my love
For now, I need to sleep.
See you tomorrow.
If you marry the hotel boss, I'll be your mistress.
Tralala.
I may not be made to settle down.
And lying all the time is exhausting.
But where can I go?
Look at the sea
Near the ship
Beyond the palm tree
There on the lip
Where silver enlightens
The horizon
We were two lovers
Beneath the covers
Can you not see
The happy days coming?
They're truly there And to think we lived
Without them
Until now
Stare into my eyes
Look deep into my gaze
See if you recognize
Don't fall into a daze
It's just a promise
Awaiting you
No need to rush to bliss
For now anew
Can't you see
The happy days coming?
They're truly there And to think we lived without them
Until now
Were you so pretty at 17?
- Yes? - No, Jeannie!
Dad?
Yes, come in!
- Jeannie! - Come in, Virginie, it's open.
Oh, sorry.
No...
It's ok, Dad, there's coffee for three.
Thank you, Virginie.
I never had room service before.
You're Jeannie?
That's right.
I work at the Pontoon.
That's where I've seen you.
Did you sleep well?
Yes, very well.
Me too.
I'm seeing a doctor this afternoon
I want to travel without you worrying.
I've changed.
I want to remember so as to tell you.
Then I'll go away, in a few days.
To Sumatra, if that's ok.
Sumatra's really far away.
Pat?
- Everything ok? - Yes, Mum, fine.
Come in, Grandma.
- You're there, Virginie? - Yes.
Sorry, I'll come back later
No, come in, Lilli.
We need more cups.
Hello, Jeannie.
The warrior's rest...
The water service and the plumber
are coming today, so tomorrow you'll be able to shower
at the Santa Lucia.
The only one missing.
So I see.
Morning, everyone.
It's Saturday.
Concert night at the Pontoon. Get moving.
- Who's performing? - You.
I know three guys who can improvise on your old stuff.
They're free and up for it.
And I found this.
But...
What will I sing?
You'll know.
- Summer Morning - I'm Leaving
That's not bad.
We'll try it with Pat's voice.
You're still here?
To see Unc.
We'll go Tuesday. We're writing him a song.
Unc
You've got the funk
- The funk - Unc
- You've got the funk - Unc
Unc from the USA You're magic when you play
Rop those corks
- Unc's back - And we go, Unc
Unc, you've got the funk
Unc
I've got stage fright.
Let's drink.
- Seen Pat? - No.
Not for a couple of hours.
No kidding, ok.
He can't have done that?
No.
Jeannie, seen Pat?
Pat... No, I don't know where Pat is.
Jeannie, could he have left?
Whoever you are
For three days now
For me you're a real star
You have something That others don't have
Well, I don't really know
If it's something more Or something less
But it's not nothing
When I see you I smile
When I hear your voice Something tells me
"Hey, the world's doing well."
Virginie...
You're here?
Where else, Dad?
I love calling you that when I don't believe it.
Pat probably was my father, but you...
You're not Pat.
You're a busker who followed me
to hear my voice and get yours heard.
I've got stage fright.
What do we do, Seb?
Vodka shot?
Lilli...
I need you for the balance.
The balance. Why?
Please, Mum.
If you think that beyond the blue
If you think there's something better for you
Go
If you overload
On seeing
A road Without taking it
Go
We'll forget you
That we can do
But for now
For our happiness anyhow
Make your farewells good
Will you?
There's nothing for a party here
Just the noble gesture
Just the right word
Make your farewells good
Will you?
All we await
Dear friend
Is just the noble gesture
Just the right word
If you think that beyond the blue
The rain will not wet
People like you
Go
If you think that beyond the blue
Dogs
Do not bark At people like you
Go
We'll forget you
That we can do
But for now
For our happiness anyhow
Make your farewells good
Will you?
There's nothing for a party here
Just the noble gesture
Just the right word
Make your farewells good
Will you?
All we await
Dear friend
Is just the noble gesture
Just the right word
Farewell.
Lilli, more treble. The lake air deepens my voice.
Good evening. Call me Tralala.
I'll tell you a brief story.
A true story
that I wish I'd told my parents.
My parents are dead.
Dead in a small town.
A small town where I was born.
Far from here.
It's a story. He's making it up.
Is the sound ok? I carry on?
No one comes back from the dead.
As a boy in the town, they called me "trash can".
All the same, the words rhyme with "Superman"
My parents never heard this. They're gone now.
So I'll tell you.
One summer evening,
when I was eleven,
I decided to leave home to live elsewhere.
I can't remember where.
The journey was to take place on foot.
It was sunny. It was possible. Everything was possible.
The next morning, at 6:30,
I left a note on the kitchen table.
"Dad, Mum, I'm leaving to live my life far from here. Don't be angry with me."
I had tears in my eyes. I was trembling all over.
I left the sleeping house.
The sun was rising.
And, despite my tears,
I felt like I was walking on air.
The air was filled with melody.
The sound of my footsteps,
the birds' flight...
I told myself,
"So this is what it means to live your life."
I walked
in ecstasy
like that until the far end of the town.
I was already hungry, so I sat on a bench and ate an apple.
I felt good.
All of a sudden,
there in front of me, in the tall grass, I saw a body.
The prostrate body of a young man.
A motionless young man. Dead.
I had never seen a dead person before.
I dropped everything and I ran. I ran like never before.
Five minutes later, I was back home. It was 7:30.
Everyone was asleep. Everything was calm.
My note was still on the kitchen table.
I tore it up.
And I went back to bed as if nothing had happened.
My heart was pounding.
I had felt so scared
on seeing that young man's corpse in the wild grass.
But maybe
he wasn't dead, but just sleeping.
So I told myself I'd leave again.
I'd start again.
I had felt so good
for a few minutes,
walking towards a new life at sunrise.
I'll take my guitar.
And he'll wake up.
I'll take my guitar.
And he'll sing.
At the very end
In the fire
I was speechless
A wreck
Free electron
Vagabond
In the infinitely tiny
So I was a strange bird
Of fire
Crazy about a girl
In blue
To hell with the fear of heights
I climbed the towers above
As if in love As if bewitched
The strange baptism occurred
Above all do not be yourself
Be good
Be a passer-by
I carved our hearts A while ago now
Just the day before I crossed the wall somehow
To hell with the fear of heights
I climbed the towers above As if in love
The strange baptism occurred
Above all do not be yourself
All together
English Hardsubs transcript by Fxe