Attila Marcel Page #2

Poor Buddha. They got you.

Sh*t!

Attila Marcel vs.

The Villette Butcher

What on earth's that?

That's not a tango.

You said one step forward,

two back.

If you don't listen, you go backwards!

All right, start again.

Take your partners.

I know where your mother is...

Madame Proust - 4th floor

Your mother's right here.

In the murky waters of your memory.

Memories are like fishies.

They hide in the depths.

Look at a pond.

You think, "It's dark and flat.

Nothing lives in there."

If you're an angler,

you toss in something they like

and you start to see stuff

moving down there.

You cast your line.

You reel in one that big.

Not a pike, a memory.

And what's the bait you use

to catch memories?

This.

Memories like music, see.

Feeding the fishies is fine

but you need to reel them in.

And doing that requires a hook.

They're plain madeleines.

Some add orange-flower water

but that's a bit gay.

The hook is in this.

Metaphorically speaking.

There are some side effects

but they're worth it.

I nearly forgot...

It's not free.

50 euros a session.

Life isn't cheap.

And my ingredients don't come

from the corner store.

Well?

If you don't want to fish

for memories,

there's still some asparagus tea.

Incredible, look at those digits

We'll make you the king of pianists

You're the child

we've waited for Paul

In our hands, you'll learn it all

Come on, sisters,

give it a rest

Look at those shoulders,

he'll be the accordion's best

Nonsense, ignore what they say

A lord you are and a lord you'll stay

The time hasn't yet come

to buy loafers for Attila's son

This sweet angel so fine

On the piano will be divine

Divine

Brilliant, you've done it now

You've made him cry, and how

The little accordionist

Doesn't want to be a pianist

What do you say, Anita?

Neither one nor the other

My boy will do as he wants

The holy family won't decide

What tune he dances to

Neither one nor the other

My boy will do as he wants

Society won't explain to me

How to make a man of him

A little love, a little honey

A little sunshine for his rainbows

A little sand for his castles

And all the crayons he needs to draw

That's all it takes,

that's all it takes

A little love, a little honey

A little sunshine for his rainbows

A little sand for his castles

And all the crayons he needs to draw

That's all it takes,

that's all it takes

Well, sonny, you took your time.

Did you see your mum?

All right...

I've put together a selection.

If your aunts question you

at Gestapo HQ upstairs,

they'll think you were at the market.

Today's Thursday.

Next Thursday, same time?

Let's go, Madame Herrol.

Really?

Paul?

Solange, your hands.

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