Alexander Hamilton/Song for Laurent

How does a French boy, bookworm, son of a painter

And an eldest child dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in Munich

By providence impoverished in squalor

Grow up to be a CIO and a father

The ten euro psych to IT convert with a young father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self starter

With no experience they placed him in charge of a tech charter

And every year while technology grew harder and smarter each day

He struggled and kept his guard up

Inside he was longing for something to be a part of

He was willing to type replay load or reboot

Then a long for change came

And the US took him by its reigns

He saw six long years drip dripping down the drain

He plugged a cable to his temple connected it to his brain

And he….temporarily sold his soul to a republican invaded pharmaceutical industry but at least he had a great deck of flowers

So he turned to his wife and said “this life's gotten insane man”

They collected all their things and moved back to the mainland

Live in an English church but don't forget from whence you came

And the world's gonna know your name

What's your name man?

Laurent Christophe Bellan

My name is Laurent Christophe Bellan

And there's a million things I havent done

But just you wait, just you wait.

When in London, he baked and baked, lemon loafs, cherry cakes

Weeks passed on by, see Alice and Thomas's rising sugar intake

He roamed London, trousers stained with flour, planting flowers

But it couldn't last forever, his employment status was at stake

Joined Eurostar, got a more junior position than hoped

Left him with growing pride, something new inside

A voice saying

'Laurent you gotta be promoted'

He started retreating and readin' every tech book on the shelf -

- And there would've been nothing left to do

For someone less astute

He would've been fired or destitute

With only his wife's cents of restitution

But he started working, clerking for Nicolas Petrovick

Climbing the corporate ladder of tech higher and higher

While traveling the world, embracing curiosity

Planning for the future with passion and velocity

See him now as he boards a train headed to a new land

In Europe you can be a new man

(Chasing the European dream, fuck the American one)

How does a French boy, bookworm, son of a painter

60 years later, hop in the middle of a bustling land In the 9e arrondissement

With plans in Provence to accomplish in future

Growing to be a host, cook and a gardener

The 60 year old father of two, a full grown scholar

Got a lot younger by working out a lot harder (Damn those biceps are looking like tennis balls)

By being a lot smarter

By being a self starter

In Europe you can be a new man (just you wait)

In Paris you can be a new man (just you wait)

In Provence you can be a new man

In Provence, Provence

Just you wait

Laurent Christophe Bellan

We are waiting where life takes you

Waiting where life takes you

You never stop learning

You never stop dreaming, exploring

Oh, Laurent Christophe Bellan

Laurent Christophe Bellan

When your family sings for you

Do we know what you overcame?

Do we know you rewrote your game?

Our world will never be the same, oh

Your train is in the station now

See if you can catch it (just you wait)

Another explorer comin' up from the fast-track (just you wait)

He explored the world, never to be forgotten

Me, I travelled with him

Me, I cooked for him

Me, I sang with him

Me, I loved him

And me, I'm the damn fool that married him (but he lost the damn ring)

There's a million things you haven't done

But just you wait

What's your name, man?

Laurent Christophe Bellan

Alice, Brigitte, Thomas