“Here comes the controversial part I shouldn’t say,” Uygur said, according to one of the videos. “I believe that if I were the benevolent dictator of the world, I would legalize bestiality where you are giving, you are pleasuring the animal.”
>https://twitter.com/inquirerdotnet/status/1204271989688393728
On possible meeting Pres. Rodrigo Duterte, Bono says he has “no plans”. He is “popular” and he “does not need me” on his side. He has deep convictions about journalism, and would have been a journalist himself if he were not a singer. He says they are needed in a democracy.
On why he does what he does, in terms of humanitarian work, Bono says he is an “overrewarded” rock star and he knows he is not “a hero.” But he knows the real heroes, including firefighters and Red Cross volunteers.
>https://mobile.twitter.com/TrumpWarRoom/status/1205576166708514816
sometimes I wish I could hold multiple images in the clipboard
>France Gall
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poup%C3%A9e_de_cire,_poup%C3%A9e_de_son
The central image of the song is that singer identifies herself as a wax doll (poupée de cire), a rag doll (poupée de son). Her heart is engraved in her songs; she sees life through the bright, rose-tinted glasses of her songs. Is she better or worse than a fashion doll (poupée de salon)?
Her recordings are like a mirror where anyone can see her. Through her recordings, it is as though she has been smashed into a thousand shards of voice and scattered so that she is everywhere at once.
This central image is extended, as she refers to her listeners as rag dolls (poupées de chiffon) who laugh, dance to the music, and allow themselves to be seduced for any reason or no reason at all.
But love is not just in songs, and the singer asks herself what good it is to sing about love when she herself knows nothing about boys.
The two concluding verses seem to refer to Gall herself. In them, she sings that she is nothing but a wax doll, his doll, under the sun of her blond hair. But someday she, the wax doll, will be able to actually live her songs without fearing the warmth of boys.
>Brigitte Bardot
Me I play ,
Me I play cheek-to-cheek
I want to play taking aim at you
But you , do you want it ?
From all my heart
I want to win at this heart-to-heart
You know my game by heart
So defend yourself
Without cheating , I swear it to you
I won , too bad , you were asking for it
Sir , you are my toy
Now , it's no longer " Sir " but just " you "
& You will do , you were asking for it
Anything for me
Without worrying , I will assure you
A hell made of claws & fangs
You will soon yell " Help "
So , picking your lot
In order to avoid some remorses
I will love you even more
Ow yes , even more
Ow yes yes yes , even more
Oh la la ..