Plot
In 1977, Caroline Séguier, Matt Ribero, Abel Karnonski, Laure De Cigy and her brother Louis pass their oral entry exam to the ENA (Ecole Nationale d'Administration) and proudly find themselves studying in France's most prestigious school. Caroline, beautiful, hard-working, annoying and seductive, is a staunch supporter of François Mitterrand and is determined to succeed. Matt, a supporter of Michel Rocard comes from a family of steel workers in Lorraine and is proud to be the first in his family to escape his social status. Abel, a righteous young idealistic altruist, is the only one of the group already working (as a lawyer) and to have a wife and child (a little girl), whereas Laure and Louis come from a long line of aristocrats used to serving the State. The president and the government of France have been part of the right-wing party for more than twenty years and the students of the "Voltaire promotion" swear to themselves that they'll internally change a system they deem unfair and obsolete, starting with the man running their school... Determined to change the world, their arrival at the ENA marks the beginning of their political hopes and dreams. Abel wants to influence the way things go at the highest level of French administration. Caroline can't stand the system's unfair nature. Laure thinks that François Mitterand's election will restore the social balance. But their years spent at the ENA, during which victories and disillusions follow each other, confront them to the spirit of competition, to their personal ambition, to the system's injustice, and are just a rehearsal for what awaits them once they've graduated in 1980: the first round in a savage struggle for power. Hardened by their first experiences in the field, in embassies and police headquarters in Corsica and Africa, some learn how to use every weapon at their disposal. Others, constantly torn between their childhood dreams and their new responsibilities, struggle to embark on the path of compromise. For History does not wait. Called to the front lines a year later and propelled, thanks to François Mitterrand's victory, into the arcane mysteries of the State, these young "énarques" will be asked to make choices on which their careers, and France's future, will equally depend.
Keywords: 1970s, 1980s, ambition, apprenticeship, career, coitus, connection, conservatism, disappointment, election-campaign
1980 (MCMLXXX) was a leap year that started on a Tuesday (link will display the 1980 Gregorian calendar). It is the 1980th year of the Common Era, or A.D.; the 980th year of the 2nd millennium; the 80th year of the 20th century; and the 1st year of the 1980s decade.
Ernst Ingmar Bergman (Swedish pronunciation: [ˈɪŋmar ˈbærjman] ( listen); 14 July 1918 – 30 July 2007) was a Swedish director, writer and producer for film, stage and television. Described by Woody Allen as "probably the greatest film artist, all things considered, since the invention of the motion picture camera," he is recognized as one of the most accomplished and influential film directors of all time.
He directed over sixty films and documentaries for cinematic release and for television, most of which he also wrote. He also directed over one hundred and seventy plays. Among his company of actors were Harriet Andersson, Liv Ullmann, Gunnar Björnstrand, Bibi Andersson, Erland Josephson, Ingrid Thulin and Max von Sydow. Most of his films were set in the landscape of Sweden. His major subjects were death, illness, faith, betrayal, and insanity.
Bergman was active for more than six decades. In 1976 his career was seriously threatened as the result of a botched criminal investigation for alleged income tax evasion. Outraged, Bergman suspended a number of pending productions, closed his studios, and went into self-imposed exile in Germany for eight years.
Long drives
Over the veldt
Head full of songs
Boxcars
Old European
Occupied zones
Grey day
Welfare hotel
Lost in the stars
With her
All of my fears
Melt in the dawn
Milk tea
Under the midnight sun
Not sure
Why we were ever born
Storm clouds
In the afternoon
Lonely
In my hotel room
Late June
Lost latitudes
The transistor hums
Street cars
Indigo blue
Roll through the slums
Milk tea… etc.
And it's your only day, do you got all the truth?
oh you never feel the way you were...
I must have seen it, it's so familiar
oh she looks so familiar
must have seen it, oh you look so familiar
I must have seen her face before, I fell in love when I was born
now they hide her with a whisper, it's over
So it goes, never been a better time might as well make it now?
Oh it's your only day & you got all the truth
oh you'll never feel the way you were
now it's your only day is it all the truth?
Oh you never feel the way you were
The dead hand of the past only wishes to control your future
I must have seen it, it's so familiar
oh it looks so familiar
Thank you very much, thank you
Thank you, thanks, thanks everybody, yes thank you
Robot dignitaries better welcome you
Aliens part as you pass on through(?)
Nourishment and encouragement for the captain and his
crew
Includes a ticker tape parade down the Main Avenue(?)
And you're captured by the dream machine
you wake up and you wonder what it means
It's 1980
And there ain't even no way back to '75 or 1969
It's 1980
And ain't nobody ask me no time lately "how we gonna
open the door for 1984?"
God will continue to look out for the children
But the fools will have to look out for themselves
Space is the place but you stuck on the ground
If powers continue but without the sound
A universal dress rehearsal paints the town
But boogie-woogie somewhere in the lost and found
I don't mean to say that you're behind the times
But only that the times got away from you
And it's 1980
And there ain't even no way back to '75, much less 1969
It's 1980
And ain't nobody ask me no time lately "Brother help me
open the door for 1984"
God will continue to look out for the children
But the fools will have to look out, look out, look out
The robot mayor is there to shake your hand
But he ain't never seen himself no earth man
Heard a funny word he just don't understand
But he hope that it don't mean you need a piece of land
Does it seem like such a long long way to come
To end up right back where you coming from?
It's 1980
And there ain't even no way back to '75, or much less
1969
It's 1980
And ain't nobody ask me no time lately "how we gonna
open the door for 1984?"
God will continue to look out for the children
But the fools are gonna have to learn to fend for
themselves
God will continue to watch over the babies
But the fools who never learn, never learn
God will continue to watch over the babies
But the fools are gonna have to watch out, watch out,
watch out
Watch out
Watch out
Hey, there, pretty little girl (hey, man),
With your long brown sexy curls (uh, uh).
You're a hottie, body tight,
Good, god almighty.
Alright, son, hold up,
You need to slow your roll.
We've been talking for a while
Now she ain't no hoe.
She got class, style, pizzazz, and jazz,
Each smile as a matter of fact.
She has me twisted just like she did back then,
When the game of gab could be played among friends.
That's all it was about,
And now to represent.
We talked last night around 10.
And I told her.
Listen up, cause I love you, lady.
We go back, like, 1980.
Lord knows you're the one to change me,
You love me cause I'm so crazy.
You'll see, it'll be, you and me,
Always, always.
I told her look,
I know a lot of folks around town,
Probably been telling you that,
"Danny just a crook."
I definitely done some things that I shouldn't be proud of,
But we can do it by the book.
We've known each other for a long time,
I know you the strong kind of woman with the strong mind,
And that's what got me hooked.
I got some crazy homies,
Whatchu you talking about?
You got some crazy homies.
Yo, quit fronting and lolly gagging,
We can have a baby daughter,
Maybe call her Maggie.
We've known each other since the 9th grade,
We make each other laugh,
Best friends, let's do this the right way.
Listen up, cause I love you, lady.
We go back, like, 1980.
Lord knows you're the one to change me,
You love me cause I'm so crazy.
You'll see, it'll be, you and me,
Always, always.
Listen up, cause I love you, lady.
We go back, like, 1980.
Lord knows you're the one to change me,
You love me cause I'm so crazy.
You'll see, it'll be, you and me,
Always, always.
I know I'm still crazy,
But I've changed a lot.
and, I've cleaned up a little,
And you're still hot.
But if I ain't the one,
I hope you find true love.
And if not, I'm here when push comes to shove.
Just know if you walk down that aisle,
With another dude to take those vows,
How I'll react,
There ain't no telling.
I might bust in the back of the church and start yelling.
Listen up, cause I love you, lady.
We go back, like, 1980.
Lord knows you're the one to change me,
You love me cause I'm so crazy.
You'll see, it'll be, you and me,
Always, always.
Listen up, cause I love you, lady.
We go back, like, 1980.
Lord knows you're the one to change me,
You love me cause I'm so crazy.
You'll see, it'll be, you and me,
Always, always.
Always, always, always.
1980
Chaos Z
Schlachrtufe BRD
Pharmazie, Pharmazie
Es muß gehen irgendwie
Autobahn, Autobahn
Ich krieg gleich den Straßenwahn
Depression, Depression
Der Wahnsinn ist ein Megaphon
Arbeitslos, Arbeitslos
Das geht heut' ganz rigoros
Militär, Militär
Ist so herrlich autoritär
Neonlicht, Neonlicht
Kaltes, blaues Strahlgesicht
Kidnapping, Kidnapping
Das wird jetzt das große Ding
Kontrolle, Kontrolle
Fall bloß nicht aus der Rolle
Alltagstrott, Alltagstrott
Wenn Du nicht mehr kannst,
kommst Du zum Schrott.
Steuergeld, Steuergeld
I grew up in the 1980's
In a 4-bedroom house
My family, my Grandma,
3 or 4 Aunties
Uncles and Brothers
In and out of prison daily
At certain times when there was no heat
We stay under covers
There was life like u never seen
Grandma taking extra people in
Come dinner time It was tippin' 18
Boil a big pot of water on the stove to take a bath
Rub my face with Olive Oil
All my mates used to laugh
All my Cousin's moved out
We all got divided
As i started to get older I seen God providing
I've seen £50 last 3 months solid
I got my first pair of nikes we were still eating porridge
Me and my cousin used to play Mel & Kim
Practising dancin'
Coming down the stairs and ting
I touched Africa and came back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 year that God made me
89 i started to get by
99 i started to write rhymes
walk with me reminice my life
So then we moved up
I thought I was the Fresh Prince
Dynasty was re-runs and Dallas was faded
With 3 beds this time and 6 kids
we got a doggy that dog loved to shit
My brother got his first pair of LA Gears
He thought they were to take pictures of instead of wear
I started hanging out and my jeans got tighter
My weird neighbours set their own house on fire
Church was All day every day and every week
That's where i learned how to sing
Hearing that pastor Preach
Benediction was all we went for
So we could run home and play connect 4
Mum worked late and we learnt to cook
Rice peas chicken and stew pea soup
In the room watching Kung-Fu films
And Cleopatra joans
Wishing we were cosby kids and the match stick girls.
The man downstairs was dead for 3 weeks
His own cat started eating him
The house starts to wreak
That's when we moved out
And our house was bigger
We had a large garage and the attic was killer
We used to pray for 3 hours in the mornin'
Sitting on the school bus
Believe we was yawning
All our hair was stuck down to our foreheads
Jam curls, splits, dorags and pin curls yes
Sexy boys walking round showing interest
In what i don't know coz we all had flat chests
Don't think we never mastered the Kid n Play steps
Doowop for days in the bogle yep
But this is just the beginning of my life right,
9 kids a house and one life time
Yo, the beginning of my life right
[Jack Nicholson:]
"What Happened to your queer party frends? "
[Dirt Nasty:]
I got a gold chain,
I'm on cocaine,
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',
What, what, what, what?
I rolled in, straight from Oakland,
Holdin' my dick like a U.S. Open
Trophy.
What up to *hyphy*,
Ya'll don't know me, Dirt Nasty.
Ass cheeks, spread wide,
G-String, to the side.
One drink, Courvoisier,
Two drink, vodka Straight,
Three drink, I'm in the sink,
Throwin' up on my brand new mink
Coat.
And I'm doin' coke,
Y'all can't hold my donkey rope. (nope)
Call the pope, pray for me,
Gold Rolls Royce for your lady. (ding!)
I lived through the 80's,
And shit was crazy.
Everybody wanna know my name,
Bring the pain and pop the champagne,
Every girl wanna hold my chain,
When I fuck their brains out on the Mustang.
I got a gold chain,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on cocaine,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',
(Like it was 1980)
It sure does seem that way to me,
And tell your girl to stop pagin' me,
(What, what, what, what?)
I rolled in, stoned as hell,
White lines, gold gazelles.
Hotel on sunset,
Young hoes get undressed, (you bet)
Done dick ain't done yet,
Insert the clip, and get the gun wet, (chick, chick)
Nuff' said, I'm radical,
T-shirt say party animal, (Rawr!)
I ain't no amateur,
This ain't no Hands Across America,
I shine like Morrissey on Hennessy on Christmas Eve (Nope)
Naw, more like Morris Day, on hella yay, dressin gay (Ding!)
I lived through the 80's,
And shit was crazy,
Everybody wanna know my name,
Bring the pain and pop the champagne,
Every girl wanna hold my chain,
When I fuck their brains out on the mustang,
I got a gold chain,
(Like it was1980)
I'm on cocaine,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',
(Like it was 1980),
It sure does seem that way to me,
And tell your girl to stop pagin' me,
What, what, what, what?
(What happened to your queer party friends?)
I got a gold chain,
I'm on cocaine,
I'm like yo man(e)',
What, what, what, what, what...
(I got a, I got a, I got a, got a, got a)
Gold chain,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on cocaine,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',
(Like it was 1980),
It sure does seem that way to me,
And tell your girl to stop pagin' me
What, what, what, what?
Gold chain
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on gold chain
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on gold chain
(Like it was 1980)
(I'm On)
It sure does seem that way to me,
1980 by Pierre Rapsat
Premiers bruits
Des poubelles
Pour les villes
Au réveil ;
Tu sors de ta nuit !
Premiers mots
Au café
Au métro...
"Année 80"
T'as vraiment pas la gueule
Des imaginations
Des vieux livres science-fiction !
Tu n'as pas plein de spoutnick, d'androïdes
On fabrique pas des soucoupes chez Plymouth
On dîne pas aux pilules
On vit pas dans des bulles !
"1980"
Tu es cet écran
Où sont projetés
Nos espoirs-succès
Amours en question
Et nouvelles chansons !
Tous les plans d'une paix
Qui dorment empagés
Départs de folie
Pour Gallipolli !
De nouveaux romans
De nouveaux présidents
En flash-backs
Tu nous rassures
Pour le futur
Dans le lin
Le strass et Chopin !
Les journaux imprimeront
Nos jours sous ton nom !
Malgré les machines
Les enfants feront
Encore sur leurs doigts
Toutes leurs additions !
Les autruches ne gouvernent pas notre terre
On fait pas nos lunes de miel en stellaire !
Pas de Club sur Pluton
On n'est pas des mutants !
"1980"
Malgré l'synthétique
On rêvera encore
En films, en musiques
On fera l'amour
Mais non-télépathique !
Décomprime
Nos envies, nos déprimes
"1980"
T'es notre starting-block
Pour la course dans l'époque !
"1980"
T'as notre starting-block
Pour la course dans l'époque !
"1980"
Show me spade and I’ll show you a heart that’s grown cold
Given away as it’s held by it’s own
Told me today you’d never leave it
You’re incomplete and I’m not the piece
Of mind that you need, that’s never gonna change
How your eyes know, it’s like you never showed me
How your eyes know now, it’s like you never showed me how
Take a stand if you need, show the place you hold’s your own
I can’t be held for the things that I know
Confront me again, leave the answers I chose
It’s wasted on most but I thought you should know
I don’ believe that’s ever gonna change
How your eyes know, it’s like you never showed me
How your eyes know now, it’s like you never showed me how
How your eyes, how your eyes know
It’s like you never showed me how
(snore.....)
Hey man wake up wake up wake up what's wrong
Oh man don't you know your woman is gone
Gone gone where
Man all you got in bed next to you is a wig
A wig what you talkin' bout man
Oh man you been sleepin' on the job
Lord have mercy
I should been holdin' her tight
Squeeze 'n every night
But I was out runnin' around yeah
Showing nothing but neglect
Givin' no respect
Till she finally put me down
I got caught
Sleepin' on the job, sleepin' on the job
Caused me to lose my years yeah
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
All that she left was a wig
Well man you know
You win some and you loose some
Yeah guess you're right man
But you know brother
If losin' would make you king
You would own everything
Right on brother
I stayed out all night long
And when i get home
I fall dead asleep yeah
She shook me two three times
But I paid her no mind
Till she finally put me down
I got caught
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
Caused me to lose my years yeah
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
All that you left was a wig
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
Didn't know what was goin' on yeah
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
Next thing I know she was gone
Than I stayed out all night long
Every night I get home
I fall dead asleep yeah
She shook me two three times
But I paid her no mind
Till she finally put me down
I got caught
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
Cause me to lose my good thing yeah
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
Now I ain't got a thing
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job
Didn't know what was goin' on yeah
Sleepin' on the job sleepin' on the job