La La Land
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Moi j'pense que
'Faut dire les termes
'Faut mettre les pieds dans le plat, 'faut parler français
Quand j'entre personne relève, pas encore
J'suis le plus chaud de la ville mais ils le savent pas encore
Ouais ma gueule je suis là relève (ouais ouais)
On vient de la ville champagne
Donc t'es crémant j'suis le Moët
Quand j'arrive je les élève (ouais ouais)
Là j'parle juste du niveau global, mais bien sûr que je suis instit
Oui bien sûr que c'est mes élèves (ouais ouais)
Quand j'arrive brume dans ciel, hein
Quand j'arrive brouillard sur la ville
J'me sens kung-fu Kenny
Enlève la Trap, enlève leur la drill
Sur leurs vies ils méditent
Plus de son
CDD chez Quick
Sera la porte de sortie
Ils sont kermesse
J'suis le lac des cygnes
Sur eux j'passe le balai, hein
Dites au trill que la tempête arrive, ouais c'est mon moment
Dites aux grands que j'les passes sur l'grill et seulement comme condiments
J'ai respect pour tout le 5-1 mais là c'est mon avènement
La pièce de viande c'est le mainstream ou fanbase de combattants
Trap, trap, toujours la trap gros
Il fallait que je parte pour
Que je comprenne qu'il y avait autre chose à voir donc sur le tard j'ouvre les yeux (ouvre les)
J'ai un don j'en fais usage
Vrai que j'colle pas au paysage musical
Beaucoup d'travail j'ai fais mes gammes
À 15 piges j'faisais qu'la melo maintenant kickage est dans mon bag too
Les meilleurs sont dans mon camp, on vous arrose tous
On vous arrose tous


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Written by: Matthieu Grethen

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Yumeko Jabami

A short story i wrote along-
POV: you find your first love at the wrong time -

Our Winter

Christmas was around the corner when I was about to move to another country.
“Perhaps this Christmas holiday was worth it.” I said to myself as I was packing the books from my bookshelf. It’s a great thing that I have kept every single book I’ve ever owned since childhood. Every book had some nostalgic essence of memories in their pages. I smiled looking at the ‘Bed Time’ story book my mother used to read to me every single night till her last breath. I kissed the book as I kept it safely in the carton.
“Oh, I missed one”
It was the only book at the top shelf I wonder what it could be. I went back to the other room to fetch a stool to stand on.
I climbed up the stool and carefully took it off the self and a necklace fell down along with it. I picked it up from the floor along with my feelings that were attached with the necklace.
I remember it was a book that Victor gifted me on my 19th birthday along with this necklace and right after a week we broke up.
He was selected at his dream musical university and had to move away. I was happy for him, sad at the same time maybe. I wept over him for a month and eventually moved on and here I am, getting married to someone else the next year, but something about him was strange, magical at the same time. I don’t know what was, but his presence felt like an enchanted daydream. Maybe that is what first love always feels like,
“Special” I smiled at the book and kept it on the table.
I never actually completed the book. After we broke up I wanted to move on, and hence I pulled myself to reach the top most shelves so as to hide it away from me. But oh did it work. Perhaps it did after some time. I started living on myself and eventually grew up without his presence. Whenever I thought about him I always felt a feeling of warmth that he must be happy wherever he was. With me or without me, didn’t really matter as long as he was happy. I guess that is what we call love.

It was almost twilight when I finally finished packing. I left the book on the table and had whole night in my hand so I decided to get some coffee. I lit up the stove and heated up some water, poured it into my mug and the fresh smell of roasted coffee filled my kitchen. I walked into my room with the coffee in my hand when it started to pour outside. The little cold droplets of rain leaped the window sill to kiss my feet, the smell of wet earth, the warmth of the coffee that I held in my hand, the welcoming light of the table lamp and everything in that room held me captive for a moment. It made me realize how detached I was with the world around me for years to not appreciate these moments.
All of a sudden my mind struck as I heard a very nostalgic tune. It was coming from the window from the apartment right beside mine.
“This can’t be” I spoke to myself.
I immediately recognized the melody; it was exactly similar to the one I heard almost six years ago.

memory

“Alice, look, it’s raining” Victor exclaimed and looked at me.
“Guess we are stuck now” I looked at him.
We were at a park shade near the bus stop waiting for our bus as it started to pour.
“Let’s go!” he held my wrist and ran towards the fountain.
“Victor, we will catch cold” I yelled while smiling.
“Oh this is a shower of love my darling” he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.
“Look” he said pointing at the people feeling disappointed at the shower.
“These are the people who lack warmth in their life and are totally detached from the world. Only the dreamers perceive the nature the way it should be perceived. You know your lover is one of them?”
“I can clearly see it in your eyes” I smiled.

“May I?” he asked me out for a dance.
I offered him my hand and he sang a melody of the composition he was working on.
He said it was a song he was composing for me. Nevertheless it was our song. Everytime I went over to his place his would serenade me with this song and I eventually learned the lyrics while singing along with him.
*“lyrics”*
“I want to live this moment forever” I whispered as I embraced him tight as we rocked back and forth until the bus arrived.
“I love you” he whispered into my ears kissing my neck with a soft affectionate smile.
“I love you more” I said as I held his hand and got on my bus.

present

I recalled that moment closing my eyes. And how good were those days where I didn’t had to think so much about my life and live free. I leaned closer to my window to hear the faded tune better. To make sure if it was the same tune I was thinking of. Although their window was closed but who could ever imprison music?
She had her freedom so she broke the boundaries and spoke out.
I closed my eyes and tried to follow up the muffled sound.
I was stunned at myself for remembering each and every single word in the lyrics as I sang along the frail melody. I didn’t even notice the music stop.
Someone waved at me through the window. It was hard to see as it was raining. I clenched my eyes and unexpectedly the rain paused.
It was him. “Victor?” I whispered to myself.



All comments from YouTube:

Diamondnite

Their theme always makes the hopeless romantic in me want to find someone, and dance with them to this song. Just getting lost in the moment, like nothing else exists but us and the music.

Also I want more musical movies like la la land, or another movie thats modern day but mixed with the bright colors of the 50s. That kind of setting fascinates me.

Mekan Piriyev

Same:( Maybe my soulmate is here

Simon Hoarau - Piano

Hi, I recently watched a really good movie which is quite poetic, a bit slow and stays with you a long time after you watched it. It's called "Annette" by Leos Carax ! I adored it. It might not be the style you're searching for haha but I think it's really nice !

ohmygollywow

Same. 🥺

Blvamp

Same 🥺

Mitali

Same🥺

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Manny Lopez

It's even better at a lower pitch and tempo. Just gonna imagine my life with someone for about 7 minutes now thanks

Safwan Akram

@a. ikmal I don't even understand why 7 minutes???

a. ikmal

why not 8 minutes? I dont get it

Prabhansh Manchanda

i have yet to find that someone

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