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In the streets around here
there was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me fists
and fast with me footwork as
you can plainly see,
But while fighting was
useful for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town
where you could hold sway,
There had to be something
that was better than this,
I was fifteen years old
and I'd never been kissed.
Well of course she'd ignore me,
her friends would all sneer,
At me bloody nose dripping
and me cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
Than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
To take meself serious as a modern romancer,
And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer.
Ye swing to the left,
ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner,
more or less like a fight,
Ye just follow the rhythm,
and ye keep to the beat,
The important thing's
never to look at your feet,
Then a miracle happens,
your mind's in a trance,
Though the strategy's subtle,
retreat and advance,
It's all about attitude,
all in your stance,
Attention to detail,
leaving nothing to chance,
Which explains how the pugilist
finally learned how to dance.
Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught,
I'd pretend I was sweeping or practicing sport,
But I really had eyes for your mother ye see,
Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me,
But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail,
But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance,
I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance.
So I swing to the left,
I swing to the right,
Keep me eyes on me partner,
like I would in a fight,
I just keep to the rhythm
and follow the beat,
The important thing's
never to look at yr feet,
But a miracle's happened,
and your mind's in a trance,
They're all laughing
and cheering and looking askance,
On the night that the pugilist
finally learned how to dance.
It's a three-minute round
and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr wounds
just like little Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard down
try a jab with your right,
Or you're losing on points
by the end of the night,
Then a miracle happens,
and everyone's screaming,
You're pinching yourself
just in case you're still dreaming,
You've taken the initiative,
you've taken your chance,
It's the night when this pugilist
finally learned how to dance.
In a bout where the strategist's bridges were burned,
Where it seemed that his fortune had suddenly turned,
'Twas the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
And this poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers,
The night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.
Egy nyolc részes sorozat forgatását fejezte be a minap Anger Zsolt Szegeden. A városból származó kíváló színész a filmetűdökben elmondja, hol csajozott először, mik a legjobb helyek, és mivel készüljön, aki nyár végén a SZIN-re érkezik. Anger Zsolt lett ugyanis az idei Szegedi Ifjúsági Napok arca, nem is akármilyen.
„KisSZINeim, megtanítok nektek egy-két dolgot, hogy ne legyetek agyagagyúak, ha a nyár utosló hosszú hétvégéjén végülis ide enne a fene benneteket” – foglalja össze sajátos stílusában Anger, miről is forgatott a minap Szegeden. Anger Szegedről indult, így nem volt nehéz rábeszélni, hogy a majd félévszázada Szeged nevével összenőtt SZIN arca legyen. Ő pedig volt olyan jó arc, hogy elmondja ország-világ előtt, hogy mi is a SZIN és a szegedi bulizás lényege. A „filmsorozat” május 29-én indul a fesztivál Facebook oldalán.
