The revolutionary power of women's laughter?
Capitalist realism?
The production line of happiness?
Yeah, that sounds good. Let's go with the production line of happiness.
Why don't we show it to Richard?
Where is Richard? I haven't seen him for a while.
I don't know, but at this time of day you can probably find him at the bar.
People, it's best to know only the ones who are available
At certain pale hours of the night
Near a slot machine, with male problems
Problems of melancholy
So we have a drink, looking off in to the distance
Beyond the bar mirror
And we say to ourselves: it's very late
Richard? Everything okay?
We have had our nights like this, me and myself
Elbows on the bar in front of a German beer
When I see us here again I sometimes wonder
If the gang of the old days were still alive now and then
Richard? Everything okay?
If the gang squeezed their soul
With the lemon of the night
Into the mists of their Pernods
If the girls took the time to say a word
To this night that held and cradled them
Richard? Are you alright?
This night, like a nun
Long robes trailing over their defiant steps
Caressing with its hem my pale comrades
Who came to speak about nothing or about friendship
We have had our nights
Richard! Hey! Richard!
People, it's best to know only the ones who are available
At certain pale hours of the night
Near a slot machine, with male problems
Problems of melancholy
So we have a drink, looking off in to the distance
Beyond the bar mirror
And we say to ourselves: it's very late
Richard? Shall we have one for the road?
Richard! Just a quick one?
Hey! Mister Richard! One last drink!
Just a quick one!