#or maybe yes in a“noel's lament”if we mean the“surprise i end up with his bloody kid” because some got added just like children in the worl

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"NOEL'S LAMENT" (2015 SONG CYCLE VERSION!) THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)

I really wanted to do this lol

Don't really know what changes from this version to the official recording one other than the added verse and maybe one word in the beginning introduction to Monique Gibeau we have, so

14/08/24 UPDATE: it just occured to me that I forgot to say the og lyrics are from @jup1ter-moon's rtc archive and the only thing I added was that Jane Doe was the one to say "Mama"

ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)

(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)

NOEL Ok! Nella mia vita ero Noel Gruber che lavorava a Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan; ma nel mio cuore, recitavo un ruolo diverso. Ero Monique Gibeau nella Francia del dopoguerra.

UNA BATTONA COL CUORE DI CARBONE SCRIVO POEMI DA BUTTARE NEL CAMINO BEVO CHAMPAGNE E TRACANNO VINO BRAVE RAGAZZE MI CHIAMANO TROMBONE NON GIUDICARE PRIMA D'ESSER ME IN QUESTO CASINO OH CLAUDE MIO MAGNACCIA SA DI MAI FARMI INCAZZARE L'ULTIMO STRONZO A FARLO è USCITO DI SCENA NON SO DOVE TROVARLO AGENTI MA SE VOI Sì PER FAVORE DITE CHE APPREZZEREI RIAVERE IL BEL COLTELLO CHE HO PIANTATO 10 VOLTE NELLA SUA SCHIENA PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà (UN MONDO DI ALCOL, DONNACCE, LUCI E BOTTE) IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA M'HA DETTO “PENSO D'ESSER INNAMORATO DI TE” (OO-OO-OOO-OO) HO SENTITO QUELLA MENZOGNA MILLE VOLTE GIà (OO-OO-OOO-OO) OH, STASERA MI PERDO IN QUESTA BUGIA (OO-OO-OOO-OO) PRENDI AMORE QUANDO PUOI QUANDO SEI UNA TROIA SORPRESA FINISCO CON LA SUA CAZZO DI BAMBINA (AH-AH-AAH-AH) LEI PIANGE E PIANGE E PIANGE E MI LASCIA VUOTA (AH-AH-AAH-AH) LE ZINGARE M'OFFRONO UN BUON PREZZO (AH-AH-AAH-AH) SENZA DUBBIO ORA ANCHE LEI è UNA MIGNOTTA

JANE DOE (come la bambina) Mamma

NOEL PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà (UN MONDO DI ALCOL, DONNACCE, LUCI E BOTTE) IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA QUINDI ORA VENDO IL MIO AMORE PER OPPIO (OO-OO-OOO-OO) IN UNA BETTOLA CINESE INFESTATA DA RATTI (OO-OO-OOO-OO) DI NOTTE MI BRUCIO CON SIGARETTE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) COSICCHé D'ESSER ANCORA VIVA NE HO I FATTI (OO-OO-OOOO) 8 MESI DOPO, MI PRENDO LA FEBBRE TIFODEA (AH-AH-AAH-AH) BUTTATA FUORI VEDO LA BRUTTA LUCE DEL GIORNO (AH-AH-AAH-AH) MORENDO IN UN VIALE, UN PRETE S'INCHINA VICINO A ME (AH-AH-AAH-AH)

RICKY (come il prete) Mia bambina, hai delle ultime parole per il Signore che vorresti dire?

NOEL Oui, digli che come lui scelgo di consumarmi invece che svanire

PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà UN MONDO DI ALCOL, DONNACCE, LUCI E BOTTE IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA

NOEL DONNA DONNA DONNA DONNA DONNA DONNA

CHOIR CUORE SPEZZATO, FIASCA DI VIN TATUATA CON AGHI NON STERILI DENTI MACCHIATI DI NICOTIN SUTURA CONTINUA, INFRANTI SOGNI SUPER BRUSCO SACRO TERROR OCCHI PAZZI E BRUTTO MASCARA CUORE SPEZZATO, FIASCA DI VIN TATUATA CON AGHI NON STERILI DENTI MACCHIATI DI NICOTIN SUTURA CONTINUA, INFRANTI SOGNI SUPER BRUSCO SACRO TERROR OCCHI PAZZI E BRUTTO MASCARA-AAH

NOEL SE POTESSI AVERE SOLO UN SOGNO (SE POTESSE AVERE SOLO UN SOGNO) SAREI QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA

MISCHA HEY!

So, direct translation! (used in this [and in this sometimes!] to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)

NOEL Ok! In my life I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan; but in my heart, I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war France.

A HOOKER WITH A HEART OF CHARCOAL I WRITE POEMS TO THROW IN THE CHIMNEY DRINK CHAMPAGNE AND GUZZLE WINE GOOD GIRLS CALL ME TROMBONE (in Italian there's a verb, trombare, which is vulgarly having sex. Writing trumpet wouldn't have rhymed, so, trombone) DON’T JUDGE BEFORE BEING ME IN THIS WHOREHOUSE OH CLAUDE MY PIMP KNOWS TO NEVER ANGER (vulgarly tho, a cuss word) ME LAST ASSHOLE DID THAT WENT OUT OF SCENE (got out of the scene) I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FIND HIM OFFICERS BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE SAY THAT I’D LIKE TO HAVE RETURNED THE PRETTY KNIFE THAT I STUCK(/PLANTED) TEN TIMES IN HIS BACK FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END (A WORLD OF ALCOHOL, HOOKERS, LIGHTS AND HITS [fights would sound better here in English but who cares we're here for the literal translation, aren't we?]) I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP (there was no good, vulgar version of fucked-up in Italian I could find that would fit, forgive me) WOMAN (fit better syllable-wise at the end) HE SAID “I THINK I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU” (OO-OO-OOO-OO) I’VE HEARD THAT LIE A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY (OO-OO-OOO-OO) OH, TONIGHT I LOSE MYSELF INTO THIS LIE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) TAKE LOVE WHEN YOU CAN WHEN YOU’RE A WHORE (wow there are many ways to say whore in Italian [poco di buono, troia, puttana, battona, mignotta and probably others I can't remember or don't know]) SURPRISE I END UP WITH HIS FUCKING (but it's the version of fuck that is more literally with "Cock"/"Dick") KID (AH-AH-AAH-AH) SHE CRIES AND CRIES AND CRIES AND LEAVES ME EMPTY (for the rhyme + insensible was just too long of a word to put) (AH-AH-AAH-AH) THE G******* OFFER ME A GOOD PRICE (AH-AH-AAH-AH) NO DOUBT NOW SHE’S A WHORE TOO

JANE DOE (as the baby) Mama

NOEL FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END (A WORLD OF ALCOHOL, HOOKERS, LIGHTS AND HITS) I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP WOMAN SO NOW I SELL MY LOVE FOR OPIUM (OO-OO-OOO-OO) IN A CHINESE DIVE INFESTED BY RATS(OO-OO-OOO-OO) AT NIGHT I BURN MYSELF WITH CIGARETTES (OO-OO-OOO-OO) JUST SO I HAVE FACTS TO PROVE IM STILL ALIVE (OO-OO-OOOO) EIGHT MONTHS LATER, I CATCH TYPHOID FEVER (AH-AH-AAH-AH) KICKED OUT I SEE THE UGLY LIGHT OF DAY (AH-AH-AAH-AH) DYING IN A BOULEVARD, A PRIEST KNEELS DOWN CLOSE TO ME (AH-AH-AAH-AH)

RICKY (as the priest) My child, do you have any final words for the Lord that you’d like to say?

NOEL Oui, tell him that like him I choose to burn out rather than fade away.

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END A WORLD OF ALCOHOL, HOOKERS, LIGHTS AND HITS I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP WOMAN I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP

NOEL WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN

CHOIR SHATTERED HEART, FLASK OF WINE TATTOO’D WITH NON-STERILE NEEDLES TEETH STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON(/SUTURE [searched up what running nylon was, the only relevant thing was a medicine thing apparently, searched further it was running suture or something, so here we are]), SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR CRAZY EYES AND UGLY MASCARA SHATTERED HEART, FLASK OF WINE TATTOO’D WITH NON-STERILE NEEDLES TEETH STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON(/SUTURE), SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR CRAZY EYES AND UGLY MASCARA-AAH

NOEL IF I COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM (IF HE COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM) I’D BE THAT MESSED UP WOMAN

MISCHA HEY!

OG LYRICS (if you’re seeing this I doubt you don’t know them, but here they are anyway):

NOEL Fine! In my life I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan; but in my heart, I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war France.

A HOOKER WITH A HEART OF BLACK CHARCOAL I WRITE POEMS TO BURN BY FIRELIGHT DRINK CHAMPAGNE AND GUZZLE GIN GOOD GIRLS CALL ME THE TOWN BICYCLE DON’T KNOCK IT ‘TILL YOU’VE TRIED MY LIFE OF SIN OH CLAUDE MY PIMP KNOWS NEVER MESS WITH ME LAST PRICK DID THAT FADED QUICK TO BLACK I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO FIND HIM OFFICERS BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE MENTION THAT I’D LIKE TO HAVE RETURNED THE PRETTY KNIFE THAT I STUCK TEN TIMES IN HIS BACK FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL (A WORLD OF BOOZY-FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT) I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL HE SAID “I THINK I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU” (OO-OO-OOO-OO) I’VE HEARD THAT LIE A MILLION TIMES BEFORE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) OH, TONIGHT I GIVE INTO THE FANTASY (OO-OO-OOO-OO) TAKE LOVE WHEN YOU CAN WHEN YOU’RE A WHORE SURPRISE I END UP WITH HIS BLOODY KID (AH-AH-AAH-AH) SHE CRIES AND CRIES AND CRIES AND LEAVES ME NUMB (AH-AH-AAH-AH) THE G******* OFFER ME A PRETTY PRICE (AH-AH-AAH-AH) NO DOUBT NOW SHE’S A WHORE JUST LIKE HER MUM

JANE DOE (as the baby) Mama

NOEL FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL (A WORLD OF BOOZY-FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT) I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL SO NOW I SELL MY LOVE FOR OPIUM (OO-OO-OOO-OO) IN SOME RAT INFESTED CHINESE DIVE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) AT NIGHT I BURN MYSELF WITH CIGARETTES (OO-OO-OOO-OO) JUST TO SOMEHOW PROVE IM STILL ALIVE (OO-OO-OOOO) EIGHT MONTHS LATER, I CATCH TYPHOID FLU (AH-AH-AAH-AH) KICKED OUT I SEE THE UGLY LIGHT OF DAY (AH-AH-AAH-AH) DYING IN AN ALLEY, A PRIEST KNEELS DOWN TO ME (AH-AH-AAH-AH)

RICKY (as the priest) My child, do you have any final words for the Lord you’d like to say?

NOEL Oui, tell him that like him I choose to burn out rather than fade away.

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL A WORLD OF BOOZY-FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP

NOEL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL

CHOIR BROKEN HEART, A FLASK OF GIN TATTOO’D WITH A SAFETY PIN TEETH ALL STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON, SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR WILD EYES AND BAD MASCARA BROKEN HEART, A FLASK OF GIN TATTOO’D WITH A SAFETY PIN TEETH ALL STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON, SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR WILD EYES AND BAD MASCARA-AAH

NOEL IF I COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM (IF HE COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM) I’D BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL

MISCHA HEY!