Snow White Page #2

These dead...

Look how they are hip, they go oooh!

Dancing to Eminem,

their sluts give them a show.

Who cares that they look like idiots.

Everything is fine

when champagne flows.

Their paradise with all-access

Sex, Excess and American Express

These dead, pretty as in ads,

they sleep with evil,

as for them life is a whore.

These dead, pretty as in ads,

they sleep with evil,

as for them life is a whore.

OK. OK...

He, man, play "Esa Cosa".

Ok! OK...

Vince, start "Esa Cosa".

I have another question.

Zurich, do you live to party?

We make a party for you tonight,

I promise.

For years graffiti

has grown like flowers

Kids on the streets speak of

their idols, of Rap, a sure thing,

we don't count for more than five.

Good breakdancers, pure sport,

a healthy thing.

Animalistic, the strength in us.

Look at all the violence hidden

in this dance, this freestyle.

Our aim is to pass the message to kids

that have been left alone, like freaks.

One has to work,

there are many pitfalls.

Anger puts weapons in our eyes,

it puts weapons in our kids' hands.

Since when does my art make blood flow?

Look at the idiots on TV,

how they treat women like dogs,

behave like gangsters.

Look at their cars,

their furs, diamonds.

Want to be like them when you grow up?

Smoke like them, dance

and rap like them,

with strength left,

behave badly, like them

Positive hip hop,

that's what I've learnt,

grow up in the light and for your

fellows far from misery and contempt.

OK, I want you guys to sing,

louder!

What do you get

when you party like this?

Thirst?

How do you say "thirst" in German?

"Durst". We all have "durst"!

Boris is giving us a round

on the house! Everything is free!

Hello everybody.

There's a problem with the power supply

We have to break up the party.

For safety reasons I have to ask you

all to go wait outside in the foyer.

Order another drink and enjoy it.

As soon as we've restored things

DJ Wiseguy will be back on the decks.

Hey, Boris, are you nuts or what?

You can't just...

Paco!

You are completely mad.

Good show. Fantastic!

Really! The damages

will be covered by your wages

What?

Eclatez-vous bien, les gars!

Go ahead, we don't care!

We want our money!

Ease up, guys, we're not officers,

we don't give a damn...

Paco!

That's something else.

I don't work for nothing.

I want my work to be paid.

So get our wages and

apologize to the guy.

You want me to apologize, Vince?!

To this dick? Because of money?

You're crazy, man!

Piss off, all of you!

It's just a shame that you

haven't gone to the right people.

What are you talking about?

About this...

Gucci...

Miu Miu, Prada, Versace...

You stuck up a**hole!

From this angle, the world is blind

Dark city, making shadows

on buildings so sullen

The scenery ravaged by misery

rage and rancour advances like cancer

Piss and toxic smell,

the drool of pitbulls and rotweilers.

Greg

Hey, Paco, how are you?

I've said it 1000 times:

This song is about the "hood".

Does this look like the "hood" to you?

Relax, man. The chicks are hot.

Great. They are really great.

Vince, please.

Where's the director?

He's preparing...

What are you doing?

Somebody asked me to play a desperate

ghetto kid in your video.

There you have it!

Even this chick is laughing about us.

You want the "hood"?

I can give you the hood.

So, the director is preparing.

Hey, there's enough for everyone.

Yeah. I'm sure.

Piss off! I don't want

to see you anymore!

F***, what did we say, Greg?

No more drugs on set!

So who's gonna do it then?

I don't need a director.

I'll make it on my own.

You told me you know the hood?

Yes.

Let's go.

I'm not for free.

How much do you want?

Give over!

I'm too expensive for you anyway.

Come on!

From this angle, the world is blind.

Dark city, making shadows

on buildings so sullen.

The scenery ravaged by misery

rage and rancour advances like cancer.

Piss, toxic smell.

The drool of pitbulls.

The stare from under their caps,

we think about the future.

Tomorrow? What the f*** tomorrow?

Here the future has a hidden face.

A mixed society

at the dawn of an era in cities,

built after war.

The harmony changed

into a world of agony

we forget how we discard it,

those that are trained to nought,

the unwanted, the different.

I liked this girl right from the start.

Not just because

she was incredibly beautiful,

no there was more to it.

She was so "refreshing".

Walking through the outskirts

of Zurich

which reminded me

of a workers' village,

Nico told me amazing new things

about this city,

things I hadn't heard before.

Beautiful... fresh...

and not stupid either.

There's something I don't understand.

I mean, you made it, you're famous,

how come you're not happy?

Success. It's like pedalling

in a hollow void.

The more famous you are the

less people listen to you.

You're just a product.

What you have to say,

is it so important?

Isn't it enough if people just

listen to your music and have fun?

Sure it's important.

It's important to me.

If you have nothing to say,

you might as well keep your mouth shut.

I have to show you something.

I'm taking you up there, come on!

Everything alright?

Come on!

Are your parents still living here?

Yeah... down there.

Just like mine! Heaven on earth.

Do they still work?

What do your parents do?

You have to answer me first.

My father makes metal parts

for machines.

A steelworker.

Mother is a cashier at the supermarket.

Very normal, they both work.

In any case,

they made a real gem-stone.

Let's go visit them.

No, they have to work.

It's six o'clock. Let's go see.

A good idea, isn't it?

OK.

Let's go.

Nico, what a surprise.

Where is Wanda?

She's at work.

Hello.

Good evening.

Have you two eaten already?

Good evening.

Good evening.

What did she say?

She asked me if you're hungry.

Yes

Come in.

And who is the handsome young man?

A friend from Geneva.

Take some more. It's fine.

Sometimes you just have to get lucky.

That parents from Schwamendingen can't

speak French and that a French-Swiss

popstar doesn't speak Swiss-German.

Sh*t! I completely forgot!

I have to leave, now!

Paco, we have to go.

Shame.

Thanks for everything.

Goodbye.

Thanks. Bye-bye!

And now friends, to battle we go!

Gods, you must concede me the lust

to throw this one longed for youngling

in the dust at my feet.

Speak louder. We'll play loud music.

And say everthing a little... cooler.

OK, go ahead.

OK. This is the 16.

I'm going to join you on tour.

It would be a shame if a future

theatre star

just disappeared like that.

I miss you already.

I miss you too. But we'll see

each other soon. I promise.

Really, Nico. My parents belong to me!

Hold on. What was I supposed to do?

They don't know

how you earn money either

Wanda

Listen to me,

Paco would have stood me up

if he knew I was a "Goldcoast" chick.

Imagine,

he doesn't need drugs,

doesn't do coke, doesn't even smoke.

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