Brigitte Bardot, Come Dance With Me, 1959
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In the grayness of whisky-pitched hip swing
I’ll no longer lull about; a tetrahedron widened
From forever and a day I’m still singing lord
For only the soles of my feet know geography
Sacred geometry inside of some 2014 hope
And I’ve had ample time to pray all temples
Crest the river banks and chorus of frogs
I’ve idolized my illiteracy and sank in dope
Junkies and thieves knew how to do the twist
The nostalgia of damp farmhouse air
Stings my nostrils as much as the poppy fields
We’d lay around in, hand in hand
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Brigitte Bardot, Come Dance With Me!, 1960.
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Aren’t you a murder? Why are people simping over you?
exCUSE me! I also dance!
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Brigitte Bardot in 'Come Dance with Me'/ 'Voulez-vous danser avec moi?', 1959.
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WHEN 👏
WHEN 👏
WHEN I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE, THIS ISN'T QUITE WHAT I MEANT, I GOT THE QUARANTINE BLUES, BAD NEWS, WHAT'S LEFT?
SOOOO IT SEEMS THE VULTURE'S GETTING TOO FULL TO FLY
OHHHHHH
WHAT A TIME TO BE
🎇ALIIIIIVE 🎇
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“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ―Friedrich Nietzsche
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Brigitte Bardot, Come Dance With Me, 1959
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Come Dancing with Me
Dance with me through the night,
from moonbeam to moonbeam –
while stars wink up above.
The magic of the night,
will take us on a magical flight –
that will only end,
when the dawn breaks through.
Let the music guide us,
in the love we share.
Come dance with me,
my love and we’ll be –
taken away by fantasy.
Let the music guide us,
as we dance on and on.
Come dance with me,
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