Le Retour d'Ootsie Putsie; Tété

Les bonnes choses viennent en petits paquets!

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Dragons; Caravan Palace

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Lonesome Vice Magic Harvest; Alexandre Geindre

Loneome Vice Magic Harvest was composed by a French unknown musician called Alexandre Geindre.

For what I can figure, Geindre has made songs for advertising and fashion shows. Discogs shows us that Geindre has two songs in two compilations of songs played in Fashion Weeks's shows. One of these songs is Lonesome Vice...

The song received s little attention because of a very cute commercial with dogs by Geico Company, which you can watch below.

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Sunday with a Flu; Yodelice

There is a coincidence and a finding of lazyness in the post today.

The latter because I discovered a few hours ago one Facebook's page that reunites songs with whistling too (of course the amount of songs on my blog is unachievable!). But I realized that I should be the one keeping that page. Well... Lazyness 1 x 0 me.

"Sunday With a Flu" was on the top of this page, and because I didn't know it, I quickly clicked to listen to it and decided to post it today. Then I saw the coincidence.

"Sunday With a Flu" was composed and is played by a French musician called Maxim Nucci, best known by his alter ego named Yodelice. Nucci created this melancholic persona in a visit to USA. Returning to Europe, he wrote some of his songs in a folk/ethnic style.¹

This song was released in Yodelice's 2009 album called "Tree of Life". According to Last.FM, it is his most famous song.

The coincidence? My little sister got the flu this weekend.

Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?

Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?

Called a cabbage threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you?

Sur le Plafond; Mansfield.TYA

"Sur le Plafond" by Mansfield.TYA is a whistling song nominated by an anonymous visitor and I must thank him or her for the tip.

I don't find the lyrics nor much information about this French duo formed by Julia Lanoë and Carla Pallone.* Mansfield.TYA seems to be Carla Pallone's secondary musical project, since she also sings with the band Sexy Sushi.

This song was released in the 2009 album called "Seules au bout de 23 secondes". "Sur le Plafond" means "on the ceiling" and that's all I know about it. Its video is kind of funny and sadly weird. Just like the song.

Tu Misterio; Gotan Project

Gotan Project is a musical trio formed in France by Philippe Cohen Solal (French), Eduardo Makaroff (Argentine) and Christoph H. Müller (Swiss).

You know, Argentinos are ours hermanos and we share more than the title of best football players in the world, we also share ours music styles and the tango is deeply appreciated here. Knowing that, many years ago I was looking for an avant-garde tango group, which would mix the preciosity of the old milongas and some nowadays beat. That is exactly what Gotan Project means!

They released four studio albums and in the latest is our whistling tango. The 2010 "Tango 3.0" contains "Tu Misterio" a song with a catchy whistling in it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Tu misterio no lo entiendo
Palpitación de mujer

Y en el vaiven de esta illusion
Mis ganas de y tu sudor
Quiero saber si ya estas
Lista para el amor

Te acaricio con mi aliento
Siento tu respiración

En el lugar donde apoyas
La seda rosa de tu piel
Late mi cuore y vas a ver
Que va a estar todo bien

World, Hold On (Children of the Sky); Bob Sinclar

Wikipedia rules:

"World, Hold On (Children of the Sky)" is a song by Bob Sinclar, featuring Steve Edwards. It was released as the second major single off the Western Dream album, on June 6, 2006. An E-Smoove-produced remix of the song was nominated for a 2007 Grammy Award for "Best Remixed Recording, Non-Classical".The track ended 2006 as the 15th most played track in Mexico. The track is also in the film Noah's Arc: Jumping the Broom, and is on the film's soundtrack. The song was also picked up by Guess (clothing) for their 2010 web campaign.

The music video includes the same boy (David Beaudoin) from Sinclar's "Love Generation" and "Rock This Party (Everybody Dance Now)" music clips. In the video, the boy wakes up and notices on the news, that the Earth is going to be destroyed by a meteor. He decides to build a space ship of his own and takes his dog with him in the space ship. During the construction of the spaceship, toys came out from under the boy's bed, and start dancing, while Bob Sinclar appears in the video as a tiny person playing "World, Hold On (Children of the Sky)" using cookies as records. The boy takes no notice of either the toys or Bob Sinclar. The boy then launches the space ship and shoots through the Solar System. The Solar System looks exactly like the poster in the boy's room. All the planets are labeled with information including diameter and other facts. In outer space, he sees the meteor approaching the earth. He fires hundreds of basketballs at the meteor, destroys it, and saves the earth. He then lands the spaceship in his room. Back on earth, he gets a reward and media coverage, presenting him as a hero. While he is getting praise, his mother comes and kisses him on the cheek. This wakes him up and causes him to realize that it was all a dream.

Oh yeah, yeah...
Open up your heart, what do you feel?
Open up your heart, what do you feel?...
is real

The Big Bang may be a million years away
But I can't think of a better time to say

World, hold on
Instead of messing with our future, open up inside
World, hold on
Wonder you will have the answer to the children of the sky

Children of the sky...

Look inside, you'll find a deeper love
The kind that only comes from high above

If you ever meet your inner child, don't cry
Tell them everything is gonna be alright

World, hold on
Come on, everybody in the universe, come on
World, hold on
Wonder you will have the answer to the children of the sky

Children of the sky... alright
Open up your heart
Tell me, how do you feel

Listen now, tell them everything, right here right now
Alright, everybody, here in the world
You are all the children, alright

Together now, unite, and fight... oooh
Open up you heart, no, peace, love for everyone

Oh, no no no no no, alright, to the four corners of the world
Sing it loud, sing it loud, sing it loud loud loud
world hold on on

sing it loud, sing it proud
everybody, yeah yeah yeah yeah, oooh
Don't take no for an answer, no no, not today

Right here,spread love, everybody join together now
One [race], one heart, love and unity, everybody sing
yeah!

World, hold on
Come on, everybody in the universe, come on
World, hold on
Wonder you will have to answer to the children of the sky

World, hold on
Come on, everybody in the universe, come on
World, hold on
Wonder you will have to answer to the children of the sky

J'ai Coupé le Téléphone; Françoise Hardy

Talking about divas, I introduce you Françoise Hardy.

Although Hardy is better known in her own country, France, she doesn’t cut a sorry figure around the world. In part, because she “made periodic attempts to capture the international market with English-language recordings” in her early career.

Hardy’s style “draw from French pop traditions, lightweight '50s teen idol rock, girl groups, and sultry jazz and blues”, according to AllMusic.com.

“J’ai Coupé le Téléphone” was released in 1969 as a single and it’s B-side was the song “Les Doigts dans la porte”. The song appeared in an album in 1970, the first compilation by the chanteuse, called “Françoise”.*

J'ai coupé le téléphone
Et je reste dans mon lit
Je dors, je rêve ou je lis
Dans mon lit, je n'ai besoin de personne

J'ai aussi fermé la porte
Qu'on soit l'hiver ou le printemps
J'ai fermé la porte au temps
Aux intempéries de toutes les sortes

Je n'ai besoin de personne
Pour parler, pour ne rien dire
Pour prouver que je suis meilleure ou pire
Je n'aimais qu'une personne

Mais rien, plus rien en moi ne l'étonne
Non.

Zazie dans le Métro; Fiorenzo Carpi and André Pontin

Looking for others whistling songs made by films, I found this article written by Terry Bigham on TopTenz.net containing, of course, ten songs that were created specially by their films or TV series. “Zazie dans le Métro” song is Bigham’s #3. He said: “I adore the carefree Gallic charm of that whistled theme, with its soupcon of sorrow at the brevity of childhood.”

This Franco-Italian film is a comedy directed by Louis Malle released in 1960, based on the novel by Raymond Queneau. In IMDb there is a concise review written by Claudio Carvalho which I’m posting here:

“When the mother of Zazie (Catherine Demongeot) comes to Paris to meet her lover, she leaves her daughter with her uncle Gabriel (Philippe Noiret). However the reckless and uncontrollable nephew leaves Gabriel’s apartment and decides to visit Paris by subway. However the employees are on strike and the runaway girl gets Gabriel into trouble in a chaotic Paris.”

I couldn’t find who is the whistler, so I am assigning the authorship of this song to the music producers Fiorenzo Carpi and André Pontin.

Serre-moi; Tryo

I heard the whistling song of the day playing my new favorite and completely addictive online game: Transformice! For who doesn’t know it yet, it consists in to control a mouse with the arrow keys to try to catch a cheese in somewhere in the screen (they say “map”) and go to the hole as fast as you can or fast enough to do it on the time. Reading like I wrote may sound boring, but believe me, Transformice is a funny and intelligent way to pass your time. The great thing is that you play against or with or even pro (it depends on your mood) other people who control their mice too! So you can figure what a kind of hilarious moves and attitudes we can do.

When you play in a room that has a moderator you can listen to the songs he or she decides to put on. For instance, now I’m listening to “We are the champions”. But sooner I was playing on the French server and “le moderateur” played this gorgeous French song.

PS1: this is NOT an advertising post. Not at all.

PS2: If you want to play with me, I called my mouse Miséricorde. :)

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“Serre-moi” apparently means “hold me” (“segure-me” em minha língua natal) and the whole song is a request to his angel come back “A nos tragédies, à nos adieux / Reviens-moi, reviens-moi / Tu partiras mieux comme ça” and love one each other with all their hearts “Rendons-nous amants / qui se passionnent, qui se saignent”.

Now citing the always good Wikipedia: “Tryo is a French language ‘unplugged’ reggae acoustic band, popular in Europe and in Quebec, with three French guitarists, a Latin American percussionist, and a producer: Guizmo, Christophe Mali, Manu Eveno, Daniel ‘Danielito’ Bravo and Bibou.”

“Serre-moi” was released in the 2003 studio album called “Gran de sable” and it is not a single. The website of the band is here, Tryo’s MySpace account is here and a picture of members is here:

Embrasse-moi dessus bord
Viens mon ange, retracer le ciel
J'irai crucifier ton corps
Pourrais-je dépunaiser tes ailes?
Embrasser, te mordre en même temps
Enfoncer mes ongles dans ton dos brûlant
Te Supplier de me revenir
Et tout faire Ô tout pour te voir partir

Viens, Emmène-moi là-bas
Donne-moi la main
Que je ne la prenne pas
Écorche mes ailes,envole moi
Et laisse toi tranquille à la fois
Mille fois entrelaçons-nous
Et lassons-nous même en-dessous
Serre-moi encore Serre-moi
Jusqu'à étouffer de toi...

Il y a des salauds
Qui pillent le coeur des femmes
Et des femmes qui n'savent plus trop
D'où l'amour tire son charme
Papillon de fleur en fleur
D'amour en amour de coeur
Ceux qui n'ont qu'une étoile
Ou ceux qui brûlent leur voile

J'aime tes larmes quand tu aimes
Ta sueur le sang,Rendons-nous amants
Qui se passionnent, qui se saignent
J'aime quand mon écorché est vivant
Je ne donne pas long feu
A nos tragédies, à nos adieux
Reviens-moi, reviens-moi
Tu partiras mieux comme ça

A force de se tordre
On en finirait par se mordre
A quoi bon se reconstruire
Quand on est adeptes du pire
Malgré nous, malgré nous
A quoi bon se sentir,plus grands,que nous
Deux grains de folie dans le vent
Deux âmes brûlantes,
Deux enfants...

Il y a des salauds
Qui pillent le coeur des femmes
Et des femmes qui n'savent plus trop
D'où l'amour tire son charme
Papillon de fleur en fleur
D'amour en amour de coeur
Ceux qui n'ont qu'une étoile
Ou ceux qui brûlent leur voile

Embrasse-moi dessus bord
Viens mon ange, retracer le ciel
J'irai crucifier ton corps
Pourrais-je dépunaiser tes ailes
Embrasser, te mordre en même temps
Enfoncer mes ongles dans ton dos brûlant
Te supplier de me revenir
Et tout faire, pour te voir partir

Viens,emmène-moi là-bas
Donne-moi la main
Que je ne la prenne pas
Écorche mes ailes, envole-moi
Et laisse toi tranquille à la fois
Mille fois entrelaçons-nous
Et lassons-nous même en-dessous

Serre-moi encore serre-moi
Jusqu'à étouffer de toi
Serre-moi encore serre-moi
Jusqu'à étouffer de toi...

Raid the Radio; General Elektriks

General Elektriks is the codename for the French music artist Hervé Salters who, despite being French lives in California, USA, for more than ten years. There, in Berkeley, he released his album "Good City for Dreamers", which received many many many good critics.

"Raid the Radio" is the track #2. Someone told me, here in this same blog, that the whistling song "Let's Go Surfing" by The Drums is sampled from this one. Well, they are quite similar, but I didn't find any information on the internet about this "sampling".

With you, RAID THE RADIO!

Raid the radio!
'Cause we're tired of hearing the same old song
We're gonna change the dial of something new
Bring some truth to this town

Call your station, tell them we're coming
Imagination, is what were demanding
We won't stray, you'll hear us scream and shout
Till they play, songs we can dream about...
Across the nation, dance to a different drum

Raid the radio!
'Cause we're tired of hearing the same old song
We're gonna change the dial to something new
Bring some truth to this town

Free the DJ's, burn the ties
Let the music the play electrify
Bring out the poets, bring out the punks
Watch them give rise to a brand new funk
Across the nation, dance to a different drum

Raid the radio!
'Cause we're tired of hearing the same old song
We're gonna change the dial to something new
Bring some truth to this town

Alpha Beta Gaga; Air

Alpha Beta Gaga is an instrumental eletronic song by the eletronica french duo called Air. Because the song is instrumental I have nothing to talk about it. I will only ler registered this: “Air” means Amour, Imagination, Rêve.

And this: the Alpha Beta Gaga’s whistling is very fucking contagious! \o/

Happy Hour; Svinkels

Do you remember that I told here that there was a french rap in which they only whistle on the studio version? And it was not time to post it yet? I think it's time now. It's not a Tupac song but it’s on too!

“Happy Hour” was composed for Svinkels’ fourth album named “Bons pour l’Asile” from 2003. This song was produced by Ludovic Bource, as we can read here. And that’s all! I looked for something else but there’s few things about the Svinkels and almost none interview. To worth it, my French is terrible...

There’s not a music video or also a decent live record, so I can only give you the audio and one picture of the trio. If at least they were handsome... =P


Get drunk, get stupid,get fucked up, get freaky
Happy hour

[Nikus]
A voir l'heure j'avoue qu'ça donne envie d'avoir à boire
Y-a t'il des amis en vie après l'happy hour d'hier soir?
Allo aujourd'hui tu restes à l'eau, tu pars en Thalasso
Ou tu rappliques illico à cette terrasse qu'on s'mette la race au soleil
C'est l'dernier tango à Buenos Aires l'heure d'la pétanque à Marseille
Du match à Manchester ça lève des pintes en Bavière u m'faut d'l'air
Faut noyer cette journée dans un verre qui durera au moins 10 tournées

[Baste]
Y'z'ont une caricature d'soirée à caractère caritatif
F'sant pitié à des bourges pour qui nous payent plein d'apéritifs

[Nikus]
Chercheur d'orge jusqu'à 20 H dans tous les rades sur la terre
On ira s'coucher à l'heure d'l'apério dans l'autre hémisphère

[Baste]
J'bois à ptities doses tout plein d'petites doses
Mais là j'suis vénér et j'vide le bar à vitesse grand verre
Ça y est y'a l'Nikus quis s'est mis en sup
Qu'est monté sur une table et qui beugle "on veut des chips on veut des chips"
Y'a d'l'excès en terrasse etc ecterrasse
Fais voir c'qu'y a ay fond d'ta bouteille ça c'est l'plan vigipicrate
Mon 5 à 7, j'tourne à l'anis comme Morissette
Fait Péter une p'tite assiette de cahuétes
Tape un pas d'claquette sur l'bar comme Fred Astaire
En vidant d'la biére d'monastèreni dieu ni maître sauf maître kanter
J'suis tellement tripé des tripots qu'si tu veux mon avis, "mon ami"
J'voudrais qu'ces 2 heures durent toute la vie

[Baste]

Tu peux préciser au barman sans vouloir l'comander
J'aimerais bien en r'commander une même si c'est peu r'commandable
J'arrive à oublier tout c'que j'voulais oublier
J'vais rouler sous la table et j'commence à étre sec et deshumecté
Tiens c'est chelou l'anis ça r'ssemble à d'la menthe
Pourtant j'ai l'haleine défunte stop zeuzeu faut qu'on s'rince commande deux pintes
Et précise à la serveuse qu'l'autre fou c'est pas pilote
Ça tome pile pour boire des p'tits jaunes
Mauvais exemple pour les p'tits jeunes ramèn ta boutelle de gin
Dans ton boui y'a toute ma tribe comme boo ya
On fait la bringue sur l'zinc la noce la nouba la bamboula
Ambiancé radio nova à j'suis à l'quest rien d'nouveau
Bourras comme djamel pourtant d'pois 12 ans j'fais plus d'judo
Y'a d'la bière gratuite ouvrez grand vos becs les poivrots
C'est pas d'l'opéra, rien qu'du rap d'apéro

[Nikus]
J'm'entiche d'un pastis, puis on potache tel le gang des postiches
Qui s'attalbe, sors les bakchichis, le popo mais pas d'eau potable
Laisse sonner c'mobile on verra pas nos copines
Ça pue d'la boite vocale, c'soir on est trop débiles car on s'met trop minable
Interminable tournée d'enfoiré, cette girafe c'est la tourn' infernale
Tache de pisse sur l'froc, les poches pleines de fric et d'pistaches
A transformer les chiottes en pistoche
J'te postillone qu'ci on a des pistons, eh riton
Une ristourne sur la prochaine, on y r'tourne
Mais c'te plait pas du postillon du rouquin tout roussis sorti du rossillon
Sinon J'sens qu'j'vais piquer un roupillon par terre avec les cotillons

Ce Jeu; Yelle

From September to October, from Mexico to France. And from France, Yelle.

Yelle is the name of a french electropop band or a pseudonym of the singer who leads the trio, Julie Budet, formed also by GrandMarnier and Tepr, I don’t know. “Porquoi Yelle? Je m’appele Julie, donc aucun rapport! Ça vient de Yel, pour enjoy your life. On l’a féminisé en rajoutant un “e”, parce cue Yel était déjà le nom d’un groupe belge…”

In her debut album from 2007, it’s the song “Ce Jeu”, which moreover became a single in 2008, peaking #15 in the radios of the France.

They are saying she has a Kate Perry’s style and look, but I can’t stop to think she’s more like a French Gwen Stefani.

Fou et telemement evident
Que je n'trouve plus de sens
A ce jeu excitant
Si bon mais si lassant
Tu aimes me manipuler
Et j'aime en faire autant
Nous sommes tout deux victime
De ce doux jeu d'amants

Je f'rais l'effort, je te connais par coeur
Il suffit que je t'ignore
Pour que tu revienne en pleure
Je m'occupe de toi
Tu repars c'est ça
Toujours le même schéma
Et j'anticipe a chaques foi

Fou et telemement evident
Que je n'trouve plus de sens
A ce jeu excitant
Si bon mais si lassant
Tu aimes me manipuler
Et j'aime en faire autant
Nous sommes tout deux victime
De ce doux jeu d'amants

Passion, émotion
Et correction d'équations
J'agite la solution
Mais j'ai toujours la même sensation
C'est telement evident
Que je ne trouve plus de sens
A ce jeux excitant
Si bon mais si lassant

Je ne veux pas d'un amour sans faille
Trop parfait tu ne m'interresse pas
Folle de toi surtout quand tu pars
Fou de moi j'y vais de ce pas

Fou et telemement evident
Que je n'trouve plus de sens
A ce jeu excitant
Si bon mais si lassant
Tu aimes me manipuler
Et j'aime en faire autant
Nous sommes tout deux victime
De ce doux jeu d'amants

Je me perd parfois
Souvent c'est bien fait
Et tu caches ta joie
Parce que tu m'a eu
Comme une proie bête et gentille
Qui ne tire pas d'leçons
Du piége grossier et facile
D'un charmant garçon

Mais c'est vraiment trop facile
Des qu'tu sourie tu m'fascine
Comme un aimant sur un fil de fer
Tendue et abile
Mais c'est vraiment trop facile,
C'est ma pomme qui te fascine
Je tourne le dos pour partir
Tu sais qu'elle n'est pas acide.

Fou et telemement evident
Que je n'trouve plus de sens
A ce jeu excitant
Si bon mais si lassant
Tu aimes me manipuler
Et j'aime en faire autant
Nous sommes tout deux victime
De ce doux jeu d'amants

“Whistle”; Sporto Kantès

I’d like to post this song tomorrow, because it’s friday and friday is the right day to relax and see cool videos before we’re out. But tomorrow isn’t another friday and I believe I have a better one to put here.

Anyway, any day and any hour is time to relax, to listen cool whistling songs and go to sleep with it on our mind! And if you caught the spirit, I give to you... Sporto Kantès!

What a weeeeeird name for a band, huh? Not a band, a duo. This Drum & Bass french duo formed by Benjamin Sportes and Nicolas Kantorovwicz took each one his surnames and exchanged their last parts.

They have been together since 90’s when the Europe was invaded by a eletronic wave. His biggest hit is this which they whistle, which had already been used in a Renault Twingo commercial.

I think the song was composed all around the whistle, just see its name. But as what I think shouldn’t worth too much (or anything) I’m still looking for infos.

Just an advice: I couldn’t upload the entire song, I don’t know what is happening, I just can’t. If anyone can upload it in 4Shared.com I’d appreciate it too much! See ya!

When I got whistle
When I got whistle
When the weather colored bee

You can't describe
What's in your mind
Your love is sweet
But you'r not mine
I can't denied what I can't see
You'r just the one
Who cares for me
But I wanna be... free

When I got whistle
When I got whistle
When the weather colored bee

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Ulysse; Ridan

WoW! Found another one! And listen it! “Ulysse” is the most gracious song I ever post! La plus jolie! And was composed and sung by a rapper. What a crazy country! Where even the rappers are sensitive! J'aime la France!

Ridan, whose real name is Nadir Kouidri (read Ridan backwards), mixes his influence of rap with what the french people call varieté, a kind of light pop. So the result is a calm and relaxing melody with politicized and “rough” lyrics.

To write “Ulysse” Ridan was inspired by a famous poem by Joachim du Bellay. The poem is here for those who have patience. ^^

Does the whistle was also inspired by the poem? If someone will read it or have already read it and could tell me, please, don't be shy!

The music video is so dreamlike and beautiful than the song. The only thing I can say is... Enjoy it! Appréciez!

Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau voyage,
Ou comme ces sui-la qui conquit la toison,
Et puis est retourné, plein d'usage et raison,
Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son âge !

Quand reverrai-je, hélas, de mon petit village,
Fumer la cheminée et en quelle saison?
De nous méfier de nos pas, et de toute cette eau qui dort,
Qui pollue nos chemins, soi-disant pavés d'or.

Mais quand reverrai-je, de mon petit village,fumer la cheminée et en quelle saison,mais quand reverrai-je (x2)

Mais quand reverrai-je ?Mais quand reverrai-je ?
Mais quand reverrai-je ?

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Mais quand reverrai-je, de mon petit village,fumer la cheminée et en quelle saison,mais quand reverrai-je (2x)

Reverrai-je le clos de ma pauvre maison
Qui m'est une province, et beaucoup davantage ?

Plus me plaît le séjour qu'ont bâti mes aïeux,
Que des palais Romains le front audacieux,
Plus que le marbre dur me plaît l'ardoise fine,

Plus mon Loire Gaulois, que le Tibre latin,
Plus mon petit Liré, que le mont Palatin,
Et plus que l'air marin la douceur angevine.

Mais quand reverrai-je, de mon petit village,fumer la cheminée et en quelle saison,mais quand reverrai-je (x2)

J'ai traversé les mers à la force de mes bras,
Seul contre les Dieux, perdu dans les marées
Retranché dans une cale, et mes vieux tympans percés,
Pour ne plus jamais entendre les sirènes et leurs voix.

Nos vies sont une guerre où il ne tient qu'à nous
De nous soucier de nos sorts, de trouver le bon choix,

Chanson pour Patrick Dewaere; Raphaël Haroche

Salut, mes amis de la France! This week I will try to post only french songs! Seulement les chansons françaises! It's a very difficult challenge, but at least I have one whistling tune and it's a beginning. However, it's monday and I'll have the rest of the week to find another ones.

Our singer of the day born in Boulogne-Billancourt in November 1975, performs only under his first name, writes his own songs and in 2005 released his third album “Caravane”, which led him to the mainstream, and in this album there is our song.

“Chanson pour Patrick Dewaere” is about a relationship that ends and he finds himself between thoughs of the ruthless life that passes by and the memories of his lost love. Raphaël sings with deep sensitivity and when he whistles it seemed to me our resignation that doesn't dare to face the death.

In a website dedicated to him there is a compilation of many interviews he did, and about this song he said:

“Ai-je tort de dire que la 'Chanson pour Patrick Dewaere' tient beaucoup à 'Coup de Tête', le film de Jean Jacques Annaud?

“Raphaël: La chanson est sortie très instinctivement. Je ne sais jamais vraiment pourquoi je fait les choses jusqu'au moment où je ne me pose plus de questions et que je sais qu'elles sont faites. Le titre est venu presque comme de l'écriture automatique. C'est un peu ce que moi je traversais: j'avais arrêté la clope, l'alcool et pleins d'autres trucs qui m'arrivaient. C'est le sentiment d'un mec qui vivrait à la minute même qui n'est même pas au jour le jour mais dans l'instant. Un gars qui prend ce qui arrive et j'avais l'image de ce type en tête, toute l'émotion qu'il dégage de très fort et sincère, comme Léotard ou Bohringer. Il y a tout ce côté un peu brûlé, écorché vif qui me plait bien en eux."

(...)
“Une des chansons de l’album évoque Patrick Dewaere. C’est quelqu’un que vous admirez?

“Raphaël: C’est un hommage. Pour moi, c’est le type qui incarne ce romantisme, ce côté écorché, cette fragilité et, en même temps, cette liberté qu’ont les artistes. Dewaere était quelqu’un de talentueux, doué. On ne sait pas pourquoi, il suffit de le voir, il bouleverse. Un peu comme Philippe Léotard. Ce sont des mecs très différents de moi auxquels je ne m’identifie pas forcément, pour qui j’ai beaucoup de tendresse. J’ai le sentiment que ce sont des êtres qui se détruisaient. Ils brûlaient leur vie. Ce sont des destins émouvants.

(...)
“Pourquoi une chanson sur Patrick Dewaere? Que veut-elle dire?

“Raphaël: C'est une chanson plus sur un personnage qui me fait penser à ce comédien , l'idée c'est un type qui n'a ni passé ni avenir, un type dont on ne sait pas s'il va vous embrasser ou se jeter dans la Seine.

(...)
“Tout le monde me conseillait d'enlever cette chanson de l'album, pour moi c'était inconcevable. C'est l'histoire d'un type qui ne vit pas au jour le jour, mais minute par minute, comme un oiseau sur la branche, l'histoire d'un type perdu, très énergique et desespéré en même temps. J'étais un peu dans cet état lorsque j'ai composé cette chanson.”There's not a videoclip. Mais sifflez! Sifflez!

Et toi j' te connais pas mais t'es plus ma copine
et tous les jours et les semaines
et tu me fais vraiment de la peine non
regarde les autres comme ils s'aiment
et moi je connais un bon coin
où on pourrait s'embrasser
et je te veux rien, allez viens

Et la vie va grand train de l'autre côté
c'est pas ma faute à moi si je sais pas gagner
regarde comment j' dors plus la nuit
je sais même plus mon nom
et c'est quoi cette petite vie
et c'est quoi toutes ces maisons
où ils s'en vont
où ils s'en vont

Et l'autre fois je te croise dans la rue
et tu me dis même pas bonjour
et je sais je fume trop au café je meurs tous les jours
et tous les jours de l'année
c'est la nuit qui vous prend
est-ce que tu sens le vide sous nos pieds
est-ce que ce vide là tu le sens
quand je t'embrasse
quand je t'embrasse

Alors saute-moi au cou
allez dis-moi que la vie est belle
allez saute moi au cou
que c'est pas dans cette vie que l'on paye
et cette musique je l'aime beaucoup
on n'a pas l' même âge mais c'est pareil
on ira tous les deux jusqu'au bout
on ira tous les deux jusqu'au bout
je sais qu' tu m'aimes
ça je l' sais que tu m'aimes

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Love Generation; Bob Sinclar

Now is Saturday Night! Enough those romantic songs! This one is for the ravers who frequent here!

Okay, this song is very old (2005 seems like a millenium ago, doesn't?), but everybody in that faraway year whistled it and I'm sure you are doing it right now, remembering how delicious was to be younger!

“Love Generation” was produced by Bob Sinclar and Gary Pine did vocals. I just discover that this song made a great sucess in Australia, reaching #1 on top parades and I only can imagine thousands of people dancing this contagious hit in the streets around Sydney Opera House, like a Brazilian carnival! :P~

The videoclip need to be mentioned ’cause it’s amazing! A boy riding his bike around US cities like this ride was a dream. A dream so close to be realized! I think this is the spirit of every Saturday night; one night for our wishes come through!

That’s all for now. I have to go. You should be the same... go out with your friends, dance all night long and feel the love generation!

From Jamaica to the world,
It's just love,
It's just love,
Yeah!

Why most the children play in the street?,
Broken arms can fade the dreams,
Peace on Earth to everyone that you meet,
Don't you worry, it could so sweet,

Just look to the rainbow, you will see
Sun will shine till eternity,
I've got so much love in my heart,
No one can tear it apart,
Yeah,

Feel the love generation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Feel the love generation,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon yeah,

(Whistling.....)
Feel the love generation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel the love generation,
Ooohhh yeah-yeah,

Don't worry about a thing,
It's gonna be all right,
Don't worry about a thing,
It's gonna be all right,
Don't worry about a thing,
It's gonna be all right,
Gonna be, gonna, gonna, gonna be all right,

Why most the children play in the street?,
Broken arms can fade the dreams
Peace on Earth to everyone that you meet,
Don't you worry, it could so sweet,

Just look to the rainbow, you will see
Sun will shine till eternity,
I've got so much love in my heart,
No one can tear it apart.

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