Once the last match was finished, as the winners celebrated and the losers put their arms around each other, the stadium thrummed with the grinding beat of Stromae’s 2009 hit, “Alors on danse.”
As fantastic as that song is; it is a VERY strange thing to play at the end of a World Cup final.
The gist of these lyrics: it’s all pointless. We are misery itself and dance to forget. It’s all a grind; we just get deeper and deeper dans la merde. On danse because what’s the use. It’s an anthem for alienation and depression. Go team!
The Sport Spectacle 