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Listen Mr. Scruff - Music Takes Me Up (feat. Alice Russell)
Left for a tray-TV in At home we Devison merrily around a Chinon, cherry tomatoes and cubes of cheese snacks and basil, Film Pierre Etaix we are about to view, we turn to something else. My friend and I exchange about acting lessons she gives to her fervently primary or adults socially offset tenderly she calls her "very shy", music, film, paths or me borrow it. Pragmatism, lightness, our joys of our troubles. From glass Work hard and I always look half full. Optimism pegged to the body does not empathy or awareness of the distress. With my failures, my disappointments, my injuries, I pilfering here and there, day after day, a smile, a glance, a gesture, a smell, a feeling, an echo of laughter, and I draw the perfect antidote to the gloom of our time. Treat me Fool happy and my happiness you make. Etaix, yet it is these artists that come from far away, my joy. Upset yesterday by one of his drawings that I did not know: a portrait of a clown when the eye is a bird feather and tear. Asked by tilly to listen Marcel Zanini Tuesday at Petit Journal St. Michel, I secretly hoped to hear again the shrill voice of Etaix say hello, and listen putting her Odile Etaix soul jazz player on the company and Zanini. It's also music that transported us yesterday, my friend and me, about this other thing we had neither prepared nor considered. This song is incredibly energizing, above: Mr. Scruff and the voice of Alice Russell in a "Music Takes Me Up" (video ), delicious subject of crime:
- Oh, it's been so long that I did not go dancing, "said my friend.
- You and I have never been to a nightclub together!
- It's true! We will go one of these four, eh?
- Why not tonight?
And here we are arm in arm, wearing one of our steps to the dance halls which Paris has a secret. First seated, we looked boys, boys and girls rubbing to ballroom dancing. George has presented his Valerie. We booze, we guinche .
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