Thank you for being here.
It has been a long time coming back here.
You know, even now
we are adults,
It's scary to play Sheffield. Thank you for your welcome.
Several songs were written when we were still living here.
Others not, like this song...
The story takes place in London,
but she could not have written,
if we were not from Sheffield.
It's important to say it.
Do you think we can lift the roof of Motorpoint?
If we give ourselves thoroughly,
if you give yourself thoroughly,
for this song called...
Normal people.
A FILM ON LOVE, DEATH AND SUPERMARKETS
She was from Greece And thirsty for learning
She was studying sculpture At St. Martin's College
I caught his eye
She told me That her father had some money
I ordered a rum-coke She told me OK
Then, in the space of 30 seconds She rocks
I want to live like normal people
I want to do like normal people
I want to sleep with normal people
Like you
What do I say to that?
I said, have to see
I took her to the supermarket
Funny idea But had to start well
So, we started
There...
I said, pretend That you have no money
She found me funny I said, why?
I see no one else smiling
You're sure
What do you want to do Like normal people?
What do you want to see what you see Normal people?
You want to sleep with normal people
With normal people, like me
But she did not understand
She smiled and took my hand
Rent a room over a shop
Cut your hair, find a job
Smokes firecrackers, plays billiards
Make believe That you've never been to school
It's been lost, you have not understood
In your bed, in the middle of the night
When roaches climb the walls
Just call your father So that it stops
You'll never be like normal people
You'll never do like normal people
You will not plant yourself Like normal people
You'll never see your life decaying
Just to dance To tinkle and to kick
Because there's nothing else to fuck
Have you dreamed of what, tonight?
That I changed a tire, or something like that.
You tell yourself, damn it,
if your brain
is not hindered, he can take you wherever he wants.
And me, I dream to change a tire,
or even a guitar string.
This is disturbing. You tell yourself that your brain becomes HS.
Smokes firecrackers, plays billiards
Make believe That you've never been to school
It's lost, you did not understand
In your bed, in the middle of the night
When roaches climb the walls
Just call your father So that it stops
You'll never be like normal people
You'll never do like normal people
You will not plant yourself Like normal people
You'll never see your life decaying
Just to dance To tease and shoot!
Because there's nothing else to fuck
Why do not you sing
with normal people?
Sing with normal people It'll be better, you'll see
Rigole with normal people
Rig with them Even if they laugh at you
And your nonsense ideas
Because you think That it's so cool to be poor
I want to live with normal people
Like you
December 8, 2012, Sheffield
Day of the last Pulp concert in the UK
Well done, Louise.
It took us, this point.
My daughter
play football.
Teams have sponsors,
I asked the guys if they wanted to invest
to write "Pulp" on the shirts.
They accepted, it's nice.
The first time girls donned the jersey,
they looked at each other asking, what is "Pulp"?
Jeannie just said:
"This is my father's group."
What does it make you play tonight?
It's weird
and it's scary.
Do not know the audience too well.
It's clear.
Here, I know lots of people.
It puts pressure.
Pulp is back tonight.
Breakfast giant.
We'll be running Pulp, all morning.
Hallam FM. More than 16 days before Christmas.
Today, bright spells, chance of snowfall in the evening.
Weather info,
traffic info, every 20 minutes on Hallam FM.
Tonight, the rush is expected, especially around the hall. We keep you informed, on Hallam FM.
... heavy showers to predict.
Starting Wednesday, the mercury climbs,
thanks to a southwesterly wind.
I check my hairstyle.
I had a shampoo this morning.
I love my tone of voice.
Sound recording. Why did the chicken cross the road?
No idea. Besides, I do not like chickens.
So, I do not care
she gets crushed.
We stopped playing in 2001, or 2002, I do not know anymore.
The way it ended
had left me a funny impression.
The cut was not clear.
Even though sharpness is not a major concern of rock,
I wanted to conclude the story in beauty.
Basically, I always thought we would replay.
I know he was from Sheffield
and he lived in France
for a few years.
Now, Pulp has reformed
and they are doing a national tour.
In their early days, I also listened to Blur.
But I prefer Pulp.
Why?
More melodic.
Best texts, actually.
It speaks to me.
Their songs make you think.
I like music that makes you think.
I just want to make contact with you
That's all I want
I just want to make contact with you
That's all I want
Jarvis Cocker? He still works here?
No, he does not work anymore here.
He has already worked here.
He said he was still working here?
What, did you see it? I did not see him.
He's at the university?
Ask Ian. They were friends, both of them.
- He was a butcher boy? - I dunno.
Fishmonger. Ask Ian. He is a fishmonger now.
Before, he was a market gardener, but here he is bitten by fish.
Not true, Ian?
In fact, I never had
real job, other than that.
And again, it was the Saturday market.
A little student job.
I was not the big guy of the fish!
It was not ideal as a job, for a teenager.
When there were tufts, Saturday night,
I came directly from the market and I stuffed the fish.
Arrive in a teuf when you smell the fish,
it's not ideal for flirting.
I was dipping my hands in the bleach
for 10 minutes.
It gave a fish-bleach mixture.
It was even worse.
Let's say it did not help me.
Funny place, Sheffield. It's intimidating to play here.
My friends from Sheffield
will say that the concert was good, without more.
When you say something is good,
it's not bad.
If we expect more,
we risk being disappointed.
That's why we're a bit freaked out playing Sheffield.
How is Sheffield?
We do with.
I do not want to move, so it's okay.
I'm not unhappy, say.
Are you going to the Pulp concert tonight?
Yes, I'm going there.
I'm going to have fun.
- Do you like Jarvis? - Yes it's not bad.
The way he moves on stage, his thing with the microphone.
What's going on here?
We are here to see Pulp.
Fucking Jarvis Cocker!
- Jarvis Cocker. - She likes.
I love you.
- Where are you from? - From Georgia, United States.
For the concert?
Are you here for the concert?
First time in England to see Pulp in their city.
I love them since I was 16 years old.
It's nice that they play together. At the time,
I was not traveling.
They did not come to Atlanta where I live.
Except in 94, but I did not go there.
I did not know them yet.
What are you doing in Atlanta?
Nurse and single mother.
Jarvis sings about single mothers.
It's a bit strange to share
such intimate words with strangers.
Especially that
in a real romantic relationship,
I sometimes have trouble dealing with intimate topics.
All I can say to justify myself,
it is much easier
to address a multitude,
while trying to communicate
on a personal and friendly tone,
only to tell one person.
We address this entity, a little abstract,
composed of thousands of people.
Psychologically, it's a bit limited.
That would tell you
to play in a movie?
- Serious! - What?
Want to play in a movie?
What is it about?
From Sheffield and Pulp Group.
I know. Awesome !
The best band in the world!
I make you listen to one of their songs
and you give me your impressions.
They told us When we were grown up
We'll get married We'll never leave
It did not happen
But still, I thought about it
What do you think?
It's nice.
This is "Different Class", the title, right?
It's called "Disco 2000".
- That's it, the title? - Yes.
This is a different title, then?
The song is very exciting.
It makes you want to dance.
Is everyone ready?
Sorry? Yes.
Are you going to dance? Because I will not dance alone.
It's Saturday night?
So,
Mark, balance the music, please.
We are born at an hour apart
Mom said we were brother and sister
Your name is Deborah
The name does not suit you
They told us When we were big
We'll get married We'll never leave
It did not happen
School, I did not like, so I dropped out.
I do not regret.
At age 16, I started doing arthritis.
One month after my 16 years, actually.
I started having pain.
The diagnosis fell 18 months later.
At the time, I was thoroughly in punk music.
I was knitting my own sweaters, drilled with big holes.
I was going to Hallamshire Hospital, to see the rheumatologist,
I was waiting among the old, with my pink hair
and my big punk jumpers.
It was hard.
Learning about arthritis at 16,
it's like...
a death sentence.
You get hooked or you die. This is where I thought:
"Either I collapse or I fight."
I decided to refuse to admit that I was sick
and I lived my life as I wanted.
Playing with Pulp and above all, our celebrity,
have only accentuated my denial of the disease.
Nobody wants to adulate an arthritic pop star!
The stars do not have diseases.
At the limit, they can have an addiction,
but especially not a disease of old.
It strengthened me in my denial.
Do you make snapshots of Sheffield for a documentary?
"The hope and dreams of the average man"?
I moved to London
for about 6 months.
It was a little stiff.
I was assaulted 2 times, the same night.
In a night bus.
I bought beers to comfort me,
I got them chipped by a guy.
Like many people, I found myself on the floor,
screaming that I hated London.
I took the first because and I went back to Sheffield.
It was a bad time to pass.
I met a former friend who found me as a rag.
What he did,
he took me to a pub
and he said to the bartender:
"This guy is completely broken. He's coming out of London."
The bartender said, "I have what it takes."
He put a Pulp CD. I listened to it all day.
Little by little, I found fishing.
I was safe.
Instead of attacking me, they take me to the pub.
I felt good. I have always been more comfortable in Sheffield.
I do not want to say that we are not being attacked,
but generally, it's cool.
If someone attacks you, you know him,
you can take revenge on him later.
In "Common People" and "Different Class", in general,
the notion of class does not have the same meaning
than in the rest of England.
It's more of a notion
which refers to accent or origins.
Julie Burchill, Alan Sugar or Jordan are working class,
even though they have become fabulously rich.
The middle class perceives in the accent, the origin,
affinities.
The most fascinating in "Common People",
it is the futility with which
we treat the notion of class.
You can pretend to have the accent,
smoking firecrackers, playing billiards, all that.
But the fact is
that you will never live poverty,
you will never experience despair or social incarceration.
Are you "normal"?
It's clear.
I am a normal guy.
I take the bus every day.
It's convenient, transportation.
I go to the shops.
Fortunately, I'm not the star of the band.
Is Jarvis normal?
He has what it takes to be!
It's not easy.
When you are with him in the street, people do not have the same behavior.
It must be hell
for him.
I know some guitarists.
Richard Hall. He plays folk.
It's not bad. I met him at the pub.
He ordered me two knives.
I like all styles of music.
I made knives for Elvis Presley's band.
I made knives for the pianist and the guitarist.
We went to Nashville, with my wife, to see...
After Elvis's death, of course.
Sonny Curtis, Crickets solo guitar.
I met lots of people, to do this job.
If you could take a souvenir to another life?
Be happy with my family and make knives.
It's my passion, the knives.
If I had to start again, I would make knives.
I like to sing,
sing old tubes.
There, my doe.
Thank you.
Which song do you prefer to sing?
"We Are The Champions".
It's not young, that, "We Are The Champions".
And you, your favorite Pulp song?
"Babies", I think.
There is a D major chord 7
which gives an impression
of malaise.
A kind of...
almost happiness.
I identify well with that.
I feel comfortable in this mess.
Want to know something else on the group
or on Jarvis?
It would be nice to know a little about his past.
Know what motivated him.
Without motivation, we come to nothing.
He was successful, though.
It's essential to be motivated.
What made me want to play in a group,
when I started, at school,
I was shy and thought it would help me
to seduce girls.
That they would come to me to talk to me.
Rather than overcoming my shyness to go to them.
Let them take the first steps.
And it worked.
For me, this is reason enough to form a group.
"Different Class",
it really was the megatube.
This is my favorite cover.
The pictures of the musicians were interchangeable.
That was the good idea.
Me, I was kidding Candida.
It's always she I put on my wall.
She is still there, by the way.
I bought the first album they released:
"It".
"Got Like That", in 1993 and that one, from 95.
It's huge, 12 years apart.
To have succeeded to hold the group so long...
Marriages and governments are shorter in duration.
See you?
And then, "Hardcore", which created the controversy.
In what way?
Feminists denounced the cover.
For obvious reasons, must say.
The title track is really phenomenal.
I love singing it at concerts.
I also love "Dishes".
"I'm not Jesus, but I have the same initials.
" I have to stay home and do the dishes. "
I can almost say that I lived
with Jarvis, Joel, Martin and the others,
even though I've never seen Jarvis with a dishcloth.
It may have happened, but I have not seen it.
He flat-styled them like that, very 90s,
it covered his ears a bit.
He was doing things like that...
Poses like that.
And of course, the famous...
My husband thinks I'm crazy. Pulp is not his thing,
but he accepts that Jarvis is the 3rd person in our relationship.
Of course, Jarvis ignores him.
It turns a little to obsession.
I have a Pulp panties, you know.
Everyone should wear it.
It should be on sale everywhere.
What was written on the panties?
Mine, I made it myself.
Y wrote "Pulp" in front of and "Jarvis" behind.
I like to have Jarvis on my ass.
All my life
To see you
Just you
In front of me
Just with your pants
If you could close your eyes
And just remember you
What did you want last night
Why it's so hard for you
To caress him?
For you to go
Give you to him
I can not hold myself anymore
There is no way out
It's so close to you
How did you get there?
Half-naked, in another's room
I would give everything to see that
To see you
In front of me
Just with your pants
I want to see this now
The essential in the human condition,
it's the imagination.
The place does not matter.
The important thing is in the head.
Sheffield is not a beautiful city,
but there are things,
sometimes in unlikely places.
That's why "Sheffield Sex City" was written.
When people get off the train,
in Sheffield station,
I guess they do not say:
"Wow, the city of sex."
For me, it was. I lived there my first experiences.
Many songs from Pulp address sex.
That's what I like.
And you? Sex obsesses you?
No, we are not obsessed.
Jarvis, he is a lit of sex.
No doubt he does not fuck enough.
Not easy to write about sex.
99.9% of records on sex
talk about fucking all night.
It can happen, but hey, not all the time.
There are few singers who have written well on sex.
Prince, Bill Callahan... Otherwise, it's still a bit of daube.
Strange that a type of Sheffield, a little gringalet, gets there so well.
Probably because...
It does not really talk about fucking,
but what is around or above:
discomfort, fluids, clothing...
What makes Pulp songs so interesting,
it is that these are moments of reality,
beautifully expressed.
That's why it works. Everyone recognizes themselves.
What do you do in life?
I went to a business school and there,
I am a buyer for a discount supermarket.
The hours before the concert,
It's like the circus, when the lion is in a cage.
Especially since he remains in his fucking cage.
Do not have it come out
and let him go for a walk in the audience.
See what I mean?
That he stays in the cage. You do not feed him.
When it's time, you open the crate and he makes his number.
He is ready.
That's it, my role, actually.
I'll show you lions,
but not right now. Later.
In the meantime, I make sure
the lion remains affable mood.
The roars will come after.
One day, we did a concert
to Sheffield, before leaving for London.
I had sketched a kind of swan song.
It was called: "The day that never happened". The mega trick.
The video projector had dropped us.
Instead of having a super projection in the background,
we ended up with rotten TV pictures,
lined with aluminum paper.
We made dry ice
in a saucepan,
for lack of means.
The pan was barely overflowing. It was pitiful.
And then, there was this number where he had to
there is snow.
We made confetti,
blown by industrial fans
that looked like hair dryers.
Me and my friend Michael, we ran on the stage with our fans,
to recreate a snowstorm.
Mark and his friends were on stage,
with their wind machines totally ineffective.
It looked like they were passing the aspi.
It did not look like anything.
The total lose.
I tell myself that this concert in Sheffield,
this is a way to catch up,
to revive this moment
on a larger scale.
When Jarvis proposed to reform the group,
right now, I thought I would not be able to play again.
That I would be physically incapable. It was very hard.
When he proposed that we replay, I almost burst into tears.
I was not at all prepared for that.
After reforming the group,
we repeated to perfection
46 songs.
When I saw that I could play them,
it was a huge relief.
There were times where I hated playing.
During the concerts, I turned my back on the audience,
then, turning around,
once in particular,
I had to have a pitiful mouth,
I saw people from the public who looked happy.
I felt so bad, like a total sham.
It was in the late 90s, not this tour.
After, when you come back to normal life,
you say that finally, it's not bad
to play in concert in front of thousands of people.
Brixton Academy, London, 1995
Yeah, a few years
When you lived on Stanhope Road
We were watching your sister
When she came home from high school
She was two years older than you
There were boys in his room
Through the door, I heard her
That was enough for a moment
Then, I wanted more
I wanted to see it Not just hear it
I stuck in his closet
She came home around quarter past four
With a guy named David
A garage mechanic next door
I want to take you home
I want to make you kids
You could be my fiancée
Are you going to the Pulp concert tonight?
No, we never go to concerts.
We are too old for that.
- Joe Cocker? - Jarvis.
No, Jarvis. Joe, it's his dad, right?
His father or uncle?
I do not think they are parents.
I thought it was his uncle.
Do you know Jarvis Cocker?
I knew him before he became famous.
- Do you like to dance? - I dance on everything.
Any music, I go on the track.
She, she can not do it.
- My legs do not follow. - His legs are nazes.
- How did you meet? - To the psychiatric asylum!
He asked me what was wrong.
I was obsessive compulsive and I suffered from dysmorphism.
I said, "Do you think you're ugly?"
Yeah, finally...
Me, I'll fuck you well.
- The beginning of a beautiful story. - Romantic !
I told you I liked the serial killers.
So, I was the girl of your dreams.
You've released a review of serial killers.
It was destiny!
I had a murderer magazine.
It happened like that.
They said to my mother: "A human is like a computer."
Just restart and change the hard drive.
So, they took away my name.
They prevented me from doing zeal or listening.
Forbidden to cuddle,
it made me crazy.
I finally escaped.
I came to Sheffield, I met a girl.
We developed affection, we listened to the zic.
It was great.
Then, the eggs knocked on the door. They brought me back.
Afterwards, I was better.
I had love and zeal.
I wanted to listen to Jarvis Cocker, they forbade me.
Imagine that when you wake up tomorrow, the music has disappeared
Where did you meet?
Strangely, at a Jarvis concert.
In 2008, at the Manchester Academy.
Since then, she sticks to my ass.
When I said I was going to see Pulp,
my friends laughed: "They come how?
" Wheelchair? "
Too nice.
Jarvis Cocker, he's 50, no?
An icon.
He'll be playing better than musicians who are half his age.
That's clear.
That'll be...
You can not imagine.
He's going to be completely unleashed,
= = it will dance.
The ritual begins with a cup of tea Excellent for the throat.
Next,
for little sores,
we have this emergency kit very convenient.
We never know what can happen.
A migraine... We have what it takes.
Nasal congestion, there is enough.
Vitamins? No problem.
A bruise? A little Arnica.
A comb to revitalize? There is enough.
An illegal drug? What is that thing ?
Problems with constipation? A gastro?
There is enough.
The stage costumes, it's crucial.
It's like putting on your armor, before going to battle.
You have to be inside.
One might believe that wearing high heels like that
keeps me from jumping or climbing walls.
But I like the idea to impose challenges.
The most awesome when I perform,
it is to be able to let go,
manage to overcome my shyness,
do not think anymore.
Sometimes I get asked what am I thinking on stage?
Actually, I do not think of anything at all.
Often, in the books of popular psychology,
we read that we must live in the moment.
On stage, we really live the moment.
He has always been an exhibitionist.
It does not bother him, he assumes.
All singers are getting older,
but he is a case apart.
He adds a layer in exhibitionism.
Frankly, I'm admiring.
It gives another dimension to the concerts.
Do you have any favorite songs?
I love "Hardcore".
I like his interpretation.
It is in, what.
Sometimes I would like to be in his skin
to see what he sees.
In fact, he must not see much,
through this fog
and her fogged glasses.
Beyond the setting of his glasses,
he probably has no idea of what is happening.
But I really want to be in his skin,
to see what he sees.
When we play live,
we always hope to revive the songs.
They are seen again, in a way.
All these gesticulations on stage,
of course, it's not great choreography.
During our first concerts, I remained totally motionless,
so much I was nervous.
Then, once,
during a concert, there is an amp that jumped.
I totally farted a cable.
I was convulsed on stage.
A kind of...
A big whim, what.
The public loved it.
You are more in representation, on stage,
or right now, when are you talking to me?
Do you happen to not to be in representation?
Not to be?
At this moment, for example?
I know you're filming me, so...
Yes, I'm a bit of representation.
I feel that you are there.
I am aware of it.
I do not know. When I sleep.
I am not in representation.
What's happening to me?
I have a knot in my stomach
Like a dizziness From the top of a building
Scenes like in movies
But there, it does not feel the rose water
Rather the stupor
Like a beast coming out that night
I have flashes:
The curve of your breasts The curvature of your belly
I have to lie down catch my breath
It's so cold
So cold
What is
this
Sensation named love
Why me?
Why you?
Why here?
Why now?
It does not make sense
This is not appropriate
It's not in my plans
I have that taste in the mouth
S.E.N.S.A.T.I.O.N
N.O.M.M.E.E
A.M.O.U.R
What is this feeling?
Imagine a movie theater filled with people.
- In there? - Yes, they are not here yet.
They are watching you. Would you like to tell them what?
About what?
What you want. Even in Australia, they'll hear you.
In America, they will hear you.
In New Zealand.
I would say...
to all parents in the world:
be proud of your life.
If you have children, spoil them.
Finally, not too much,
but if they have dreams,
help them to realize them,
before it's too late.
I like to be young.
Others would like to grow faster. It's ridiculous.
Me, I want to be young as long as possible.
After, I will be able to more.
When one becomes an adult, one gets older, then one dies,
so I prefer to be young.
Even when I'm a teenager, I'll say I'm a little girl.
Would you like to be famous? Do you think about it?
What's for you, celebrity?
Everyone dreams of becoming rich and famous one day.
- Make money, why? - Must be self.
I do not want to be recognized in the street.
The happiest people are poor.
They all started like us.
No need for money to be happy.
Normal people become famous when they die.
At the beginning, famous people were normal children like us.
Steve Mackey? It is awesome !
We saw it in Brisbane, Australia.
It was accidentally thrown something in the face.
- He felt it. - That, he felt it.
- It has not even deconcentrated. - As if nothing was wrong.
At one point, we wanted to become a pop band,
like to prove to people
that even if we came
the confines of the musical stratosphere,
we could succeed in the pop.
It gave "Different Class" and the songs of this period.
It was fueled thoroughly in there.
Then, once in the world of pop,
we started to hate that.
People do not have the same values.
That's probably why we wrote "Hardcore".
We said to ourselves: "Fuck, get out of here!"
We made a well frosted album
to escape from the middle.
It's not just good memories.
There have been dark periods. The "Hardcore" era...
I asked myself
if I wanted to relive that.
Dark, in what way?
Actually, I started doing big anxiety attacks
during a tour in Germany.
It was horrible. I just wanted to scream.
I thought: "If I start, it will not stop anymore."
That's
Hardcore
You can not scroll anymore
It's hardcore
My body clad on yours
I can not believe That I have been so long
That I have put so much time
Once, I had this interesting definition of fame:
It's like someone kidnaps you in the middle of the night
and fooled you in a car
to go dump you
in Portugal
or elsewhere.
Suddenly, you are in another world,
cut off from reality and normal life.
I did not appreciate enough to have a normal life
until I am deprived of it.
I was not made for that, actually.
I will not complain too much,
but it did not suit me.
As an allergy to nuts. It was not happening.
"Help the old ones One day you'll be too.
" You'll need someone. "
" Look well behind these wrinkles,
"It's you, later. Loneliness.
" In the meantime, forget that nothing lasts forever.
"Do not make a dish, but it's sad to wither.
" Do you realize that you have to find an older guy?
"He will teach you things, even if he smells more pink.
" You can dye yourself in chestnut, but you will not flee your destiny.
"In the meantime, help the old ones."
I like this text.
It expresses how I feel.
Aging is living. To accept it is wisdom.
Chestnut, if you like it. Not me.
Help the old ones
Before, they did like you
They drank, smoked Sniffed glue
Help the old ones
Fool them in a house of old
They do not have fun when they are alone
File them a hand
Give them a good time
Hope, comfort
They do not have any life in front of them
In the meantime, we try
To forget that nothing lasts forever
Do not make a dish But it's sad to wither
Strange as everything falls apart
You realize that it takes
Find an older guy?
He'll teach you things Even if he smells more pink
Strange as everything falls apart
Help the old ones
When I wrote the lyrics of this song,
I was trying to imagine
my generation, at the age of retirement.
You know...
We still see retirees
as relics of the past
to whom we will never look.
When I was a kid, I heard songs like:
"The Lambeth Walk".
Tricks totally obsolete.
My old friend told me to follow the van
Without dwelling on the side of the road
That kind of thing, see.
My generation, it would be rather:
To have fun, to have fun, to have fun!
Even if we have more fun.
I would have fun if I could, but I have more strength.
It seemed inappropriate.
In retirement homes of the future...
Do you like to grow old?
It's a one-way,
There is only one possible route.
So, we try
not to focus too much on the final destination.
No, it does not make me particularly fond of aging.
But I accept it, it's inevitable.
You can not flee your destiny
There is not for a long time, so much to enjoy.
That's it.
I had 7 children.
I have been a widow for 25 years, I raised 5 all alone.
We take the worst and the best and we do with it.
Do not complain.
What gives to complain?
I love life.
I like beautiful blue skies.
I like the rain, when it's hot.
I repeat, there is not for a long time, so much to enjoy.
I'm with her because she looks like you
Just call your father to stop it
I want to do like normal people
Why live in the world? We are better in his head
I'm a normal person, so fuck...
I am the engineer of P.Q.
Sheffield people,
are you ready
to burst?
You break out healthy,
of course.
Do not worry, I'm not going to fuck.
Do you believe in life after death?
Why?
- This one is so good. - It's clear.
Too good.
You're hardcore
You excite me
Tell me the title of the play
I will play the first role
I've dared you in an erotic dream
I like your quickdraw If you know what I mean
I want to be serious
I want now
Do not you see
That I can not hold anymore
I saw all the movies
I know them by heart
I want to make a movie
And we play in both of them
Move not a hair
As long as I did not say "Action"
I see coming Hardcore
Take out your tongue, not the wood
Keep your immortal
Leave lit
Lean close to the microphone
Here, I hear you, there
Do not be passive
Take me in hand, make me dream
It's Hardcore
You can not scroll anymore
It's Hardcore
Feel my body pressed on yours
I do not understand That I have been so long
On stage, sometimes, we think we are the center of the universe,
but there are people who do lots of other things.
There are some who are bored in front of the TV
or who are looking for drugs to get high.
Elsewhere, someone gives birth. Another dying.
I find it fascinating, all these parallel stories
that take place at the same time.
And that's just Sheffield,
average city in the north of England.
We did it.
Bravo.
We swing?
It's nice, at this point in the evening.
You are sublime.
We walk, in the early morning light
and we are good.
We are too good.
A little coffee and it's perfect.
If you can get up
I would just like
Take you by the hand
And go for a walk
As people leave to work
Let's leave this place...
I have been to see them in Hyde Park.
There must have been 50,000 people.
Another time, they were 75 000.
Much more than tonight, but here is his audience.
It stresses him even more.
The musicians are always more nervous in front of their audience.
And the fact that you are there?
It stresses him even more.
In time, he said: "Have to ensure, there is my mother in the room!"
Thank you all for being here tonight.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Before leaving,
I would like to introduce the musicians.
To the violin, Jean Cook.
To the 6-string electric guitar, Mark Webber.
On keyboards, Candida Doyle.
On the drums, Nick Banks.
In support, on the guitar, Richard Hawley.
On the bass guitar, Steve Mackey.
There on the electric guitar, Leo Abrahams.
You are Sheffield.
My name is Jarvis.
Thanks!
To you,
to you,
especially to you.
I want...
I want to live with normal people As you
Thank you very much.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
Are you flying again tomorrow?
= 9:55 am, tomorrow morning.
Where to go?
In Chicago, in transit, then in Atlanta.
I should be in Atlanta around 5:30 pm
I do not think I'll get to sleep.
Back in your life as a nurse.
And mother.
The dream is over.
It was nice. A nice dream.
The concert went well. It was important to do it.
It's nice that we kept Sheffield for the end.
Life is a random process,
but we can add his scenario.
It seemed logical like course,
to finish where we started.
We took risks doing this.
It could have gone wrong.
When you put too much pressure,
it can all fuck in the air.
I think we knew how to avoid that.
It leaves the impression
a happy ending.
Life begins again and we must already think about what we will do next.
Do you believe
That there is someone up there?
Does he have a plan to manage
All acts of love?
Why did I write this song That day?
Why did you graze my hand Slowly whispering?
Stop asking questions That do not matter
Just a kiss To celebrate this day
Something has changed
Let's hope that this movie has you more,
highs, lows, laughs and tears.
Now, back to real life.
Thank you for your attention
and precious moments that you have dedicated
to these few thoughts.
It was a pleasure to spend this moment in your company.
I love you.
Great! We do it again in real life? I laugh.
Adaptation: Martin Fournier
Subtitling TITRA FILM Paris