Jules et Jim-- Francois Truffaut ( the singing scene)

Life's whirlpool of days

She had rings on every finger
More bracelets that I can tell;
She was the kind of singer
To put me under a spell.


She had eyes, eyes of opal
That fascinated me
Her pale face was an oval
What a fatal femme fatale!

We met with a kiss
A hit -- then a miss
It wasn't all a bliss
We parted in the night


We went our own ways
In Life's whirlpool of days
One night I saw her
. Again, an enchanted sight


I knew her after a while
By her mysterious smile
Her face -- a pale oval
Moved me more than ever


I drank as I heard her sing
Alcohol removes time's sting
t I awoke somehow
With her kiss on my brow

We met with a kiss
A hit -- then a miss
It wasn't all bliss
We held each other tight


We went our own ways
In Life's whirlpool of days
Again I saw her one night
Again her smile was alight


When you kiss
Why miss?
When you return
Why be stern?


Together we make our ways
In Life's whirlpool of days
We go round and round
Both together bound.



--i kept my promise to somebody and posted this.
this might be the only Truffaut work i had watched, i liked it. i absolutely adore Jeanne Moreau. why french women are so attractive?? i believe this was one of the earlier pieces from the "new wave" of french movies in the 1960's.
love how french movies are always trying to show the true beauty of life, not like the "decorated" ones from Hollywood.
and, you know what, i have no idea what they are talking and singing about.
Basicly, the girl was in love with the guy playing guitar. but she was living with another guy. at the end she drove a jeep with the guy she loved and went straight into the river!! crazy woman( when women are in love they could be crazy)!!