Fabuleaux
In case you've never tried it, and you have a non-driving commute to work (walking and/or riding a bus or train), I heartily recommend this little experiment: take along the music listening device of your choice, load it with the Amelie soundtrack, and observe how your daily routine suddenly becomes magical:
The people leaping into the street when the Walk sign lights up become like kids having a footrace.
The people stepping around each other into and out of the coffee shops are dancing.
When you stare upward, the silver raindrops falling from the gray sky into your eyes look so beautiful.
The steps into the underground train station lead to deep dark secrets.
The train becomes a roller coaster as it whips around the big banked curve near Science World.
And also as if by magic, you now notice the sad girl in the white coat you pass every morning, and you smile to her to see if she'll smile back. You see the old Asian woman who, instead of battling her graying hair, highlights the rest of it pink and purple to make a miniature fireworks display. The man in a black business suit and green sneakers. The midget practically skipping up the bike path.
I don't know what Yann Tierson put into that music, but it's better than any drugs out there.
The people leaping into the street when the Walk sign lights up become like kids having a footrace.
The people stepping around each other into and out of the coffee shops are dancing.
When you stare upward, the silver raindrops falling from the gray sky into your eyes look so beautiful.
The steps into the underground train station lead to deep dark secrets.
The train becomes a roller coaster as it whips around the big banked curve near Science World.
And also as if by magic, you now notice the sad girl in the white coat you pass every morning, and you smile to her to see if she'll smile back. You see the old Asian woman who, instead of battling her graying hair, highlights the rest of it pink and purple to make a miniature fireworks display. The man in a black business suit and green sneakers. The midget practically skipping up the bike path.
I don't know what Yann Tierson put into that music, but it's better than any drugs out there.