THE PHILOSOPHY
Georges Moustaki
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbeRF--jQpM&feature=related
( A free translation of Greek singer Georges Moustaki's French chanson inspired by the life of gypsies. Very popular in the Latin Quarter of Paris in the 1970s. )
It's a nice band of merry revellers
Who go to bed at dawn and rise late
Thinking only of love or playing guitar
They have in life only this philosophy
We have a lifetime to have fun
We are going to rest after death.
Let us spend our lifetime in fun
We will rest after death.
They do nothing more than to celebrate each moment
They welcome the full moon, celebrate spring
For work they do not have much time
They have in life only this philosophy
We have a lifetime to have fun
We are going to rest after death.
Let us spend our lifetime in fun
We will rest after death.
And I recognize myself in them often enough
Like them I waste my life to the winds
And I tell myself they are my brothers or my children
They have in life only this philosophy.
We have a lifetime to have fun
We are going to rest after death.
Let us spend our lifetime in fun
We will rest after death.
If they are with you, look at their good life
How they're mad, how they're drunk
Their only folly, is wanting to be free
They have in life only this philosophy.
We have a lifetime to have fun
We are going to rest after death.
Let us spend our lifetime in fun
We will rest after death.
Even as they grow old they are what they are
Lovers of the strange ways of Utopia.
Lovers, poets, makers of songs
They have in life only this philosophy.
We have a lifetime to have fun
We are going to rest after death.
Let us spend our lifetime in fun
We will rest after death.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
MY FREEDOM, I HAVE BETRAYED YOU FOR THE LOVE OF A WOMAN
MY FREEDOM
GEORGES MOUSTAKI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-fs6VBPTxc
My freedom
I cared for you for a long time
Like a rare pearl.
My freedom
It was you who helped me
To cross the waves
To go wherever I wanted
Till the end of the world of adventure
To collect on my return
A rose of the wind
From a ray of moonshine
My freedom
I was your slave
My freedom
I gave you everything you demanded
How much I deprived myself
To keep you happy
To satisfy your demands
I gave up friends
To win your love.
My freedom
You knew my habits
You even made me love loneliness
You taught me to smile after every adventure
You protected me
When I hid myself
To help my wounds heal.
My freedom,
Yet, I have left you
I have deserted you
And left the road that we travelled together
I have betrayed you
For the love of a woman
For her beautiful prison.
GEORGES MOUSTAKI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-fs6VBPTxc
My freedom
I cared for you for a long time
Like a rare pearl.
My freedom
It was you who helped me
To cross the waves
To go wherever I wanted
Till the end of the world of adventure
To collect on my return
A rose of the wind
From a ray of moonshine
My freedom
I was your slave
My freedom
I gave you everything you demanded
How much I deprived myself
To keep you happy
To satisfy your demands
I gave up friends
To win your love.
My freedom
You knew my habits
You even made me love loneliness
You taught me to smile after every adventure
You protected me
When I hid myself
To help my wounds heal.
My freedom,
Yet, I have left you
I have deserted you
And left the road that we travelled together
I have betrayed you
For the love of a woman
For her beautiful prison.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
GOOD MORNING, SADNESS
GOOD MORNING, SADNESS (Bonjour, tristesse)
Juliette Greco ( 1958 )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2KGRC-FKtA
Since we started living together
You greet me every morning
You give me the first kiss of the day.
Good morning, sadness.
You are like me
You are my mirror
Which makes me think of my youth,
Good morning, sadness.
You know the secret of my pain,
Because it is you who have cradled it
How can I forget
That you always held my hand
That you have never forgotten me?
Ever since we started living together
You are my only love
I am too weak
To break with you.
Good morning, sadness,
You are my only love
I am too weak
To break with you.
Good morning, sadness.
Juliette Greco ( 1958 )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2KGRC-FKtA
Since we started living together
You greet me every morning
You give me the first kiss of the day.
Good morning, sadness.
You are like me
You are my mirror
Which makes me think of my youth,
Good morning, sadness.
You know the secret of my pain,
Because it is you who have cradled it
How can I forget
That you always held my hand
That you have never forgotten me?
Ever since we started living together
You are my only love
I am too weak
To break with you.
Good morning, sadness,
You are my only love
I am too weak
To break with you.
Good morning, sadness.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
THAT'S NOT GOING TO CHANGE THE WORLD
JOE DASSIN 1976
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_wQXYfmCro&NR=1
( A paraphrased version of the lyrics )
After we last met,
I expected you to say "bye" as usual,
But you surprised me by saying "farewell"
You have broken with me
That’s not going to change the world
The world kept turning even before we became friends
It will keep turning even after we have broken
Life will continue as before
The weather will be the same as before
Let us not speak about it.
It’s not me who has changed
It’s you who have changed.
I thought you liked me
I found it was not true.
You felt I was not the man
You thought I was.
Let us not talk about it.
Life will continue as before.
The weather will be the same as before,
The world will keep turning as before.
The world will be right
Why should it stop turning
Just because you have broken with me?
The weather will be right
Why should it change
Just because you have broken with me?
You are right,
What's wrong in your breaking with me
If you don't like me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_wQXYfmCro&NR=1
( A paraphrased version of the lyrics )
After we last met,
I expected you to say "bye" as usual,
But you surprised me by saying "farewell"
You have broken with me
That’s not going to change the world
The world kept turning even before we became friends
It will keep turning even after we have broken
Life will continue as before
The weather will be the same as before
Let us not speak about it.
It’s not me who has changed
It’s you who have changed.
I thought you liked me
I found it was not true.
You felt I was not the man
You thought I was.
Let us not talk about it.
Life will continue as before.
The weather will be the same as before,
The world will keep turning as before.
The world will be right
Why should it stop turning
Just because you have broken with me?
The weather will be right
Why should it change
Just because you have broken with me?
You are right,
What's wrong in your breaking with me
If you don't like me?
Saturday, October 8, 2011
HELLO, SWEETHEARTS (SALUT, LES AMOUREUX)
Joe Dassin (1972)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dybBx3u10LU&feature=related
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Mornings follow and resemble each other,
When love becomes routine.
We were not made to laugh together in life.
It is funny, yesterday we were bored
And we could hardly find
The words to speak even about the bad weather.
And now that we are leaving,
We have a hundred thousand things to say,
To each other.
We fell in love with each other, like we broke with each other,
Quite simply without even thinking of tomorrow,
Tomorrow which always comes a little too fast.
We do what is necessary, we play our roles,
We look at each other, we laugh, we argue a little,
We have always forgotten something.
And we know too well that sooner or later,
Perhaps tomorrow or even tonight,
We will think that everything is not lost,
Of this unfinished novel,
We'll make a fairy tale,
But we've passed the age of fairy-tales,
We would not believe in it anymore.
Romeo, Juliette and all the others,
Sleep in peace at the very bottom of our books,
A simple love story like ours
Is one of those that will never be written.
Come on, it's time to go,
Let us leave our memories here,
We'll go downstairs together if you want,
And when she sees us pass,
The owner of the cafe,
Will still greet us "Hello, sweethearts".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dybBx3u10LU&feature=related
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Mornings follow and resemble each other,
When love becomes routine.
We were not made to laugh together in life.
It is funny, yesterday we were bored
And we could hardly find
The words to speak even about the bad weather.
And now that we are leaving,
We have a hundred thousand things to say,
To each other.
We fell in love with each other, like we broke with each other,
Quite simply without even thinking of tomorrow,
Tomorrow which always comes a little too fast.
We do what is necessary, we play our roles,
We look at each other, we laugh, we argue a little,
We have always forgotten something.
And we know too well that sooner or later,
Perhaps tomorrow or even tonight,
We will think that everything is not lost,
Of this unfinished novel,
We'll make a fairy tale,
But we've passed the age of fairy-tales,
We would not believe in it anymore.
Romeo, Juliette and all the others,
Sleep in peace at the very bottom of our books,
A simple love story like ours
Is one of those that will never be written.
Come on, it's time to go,
Let us leave our memories here,
We'll go downstairs together if you want,
And when she sees us pass,
The owner of the cafe,
Will still greet us "Hello, sweethearts".
Friday, October 7, 2011
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS
By Alain Delon & Dalida (1973)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ifJapuqYiU
Alain Delon
It is strange,
I don’t know what has happened to me tonight,
I look at you as if I am looking at you for the first time.
Dalida
More words, always words
The same words
Alain
I don’t know how to tell them to you,
Dalida
Nothing but words
Alain
You are the beautiful love story
That I will never stop reading
Dalida
Easy words, brittle words
Too beautiful
Alain
You were my yesterday, you will be my tomorrow
Dalida
Too beautiful
Alain
You are the only truth in my life
You are like the wind that carries the music of the violin
And the smell of the roses
Caramels, sweets and chocolate
Dalida
Sometimes, I don’t understand you
Tender words, sweet words
From your mouth, but not from your heart
One more word
Words, words, words
More words carried by the wind
Nothing but words
Words magical, words deceptive,
That sound false.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ifJapuqYiU
Alain Delon
It is strange,
I don’t know what has happened to me tonight,
I look at you as if I am looking at you for the first time.
Dalida
More words, always words
The same words
Alain
I don’t know how to tell them to you,
Dalida
Nothing but words
Alain
You are the beautiful love story
That I will never stop reading
Dalida
Easy words, brittle words
Too beautiful
Alain
You were my yesterday, you will be my tomorrow
Dalida
Too beautiful
Alain
You are the only truth in my life
You are like the wind that carries the music of the violin
And the smell of the roses
Caramels, sweets and chocolate
Dalida
Sometimes, I don’t understand you
Tender words, sweet words
From your mouth, but not from your heart
One more word
Words, words, words
More words carried by the wind
Nothing but words
Words magical, words deceptive,
That sound false.
Monday, October 3, 2011
AS USUAL
AS USUAL
Claude Francois
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5BAXIcseak&NR=1
I get up
I shake you up
You do not wake up
As usual .
I cover you with the sheet
So that you don’t catch a cold
As usual .
My hand caresses your hair
Almost despite myself
As usual.
But you
You turn your back on me
As usual .
And I dress very quickly
I leave the room
As usual .
All alone I drink my coffee
I'm late
As usual
I quietly leave the house
Everything is gray outside
As usual .
I'm cold
I raise my collar
As usual .
As usual
All day
I play a make-believe life
As usual.
I smile
As usual .
I even laugh
As usual.
I live the day
As usual .
And then
The day is over
I return
As usual
To You
You are out still
Not yet returned home
As usual .
All alone
I go to bed
In this cold
As usual .
My tears
I hide them
As usual.
As usual
Even at night
I'll play a make-believe
As usual .
You get back
As usual
I wait for you in bed
As usual
You smile at me
As usual.
As usual
You undress
As usual
You get into bed
As usual
We kiss
As usual .
As usual,
We will pretend
To be making love
You will pretend
As usual,
To be enjoying.
We will go to sleep
As usual.
Claude Francois
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5BAXIcseak&NR=1
I get up
I shake you up
You do not wake up
As usual .
I cover you with the sheet
So that you don’t catch a cold
As usual .
My hand caresses your hair
Almost despite myself
As usual.
But you
You turn your back on me
As usual .
And I dress very quickly
I leave the room
As usual .
All alone I drink my coffee
I'm late
As usual
I quietly leave the house
Everything is gray outside
As usual .
I'm cold
I raise my collar
As usual .
As usual
All day
I play a make-believe life
As usual.
I smile
As usual .
I even laugh
As usual.
I live the day
As usual .
And then
The day is over
I return
As usual
To You
You are out still
Not yet returned home
As usual .
All alone
I go to bed
In this cold
As usual .
My tears
I hide them
As usual.
As usual
Even at night
I'll play a make-believe
As usual .
You get back
As usual
I wait for you in bed
As usual
You smile at me
As usual.
As usual
You undress
As usual
You get into bed
As usual
We kiss
As usual .
As usual,
We will pretend
To be making love
You will pretend
As usual,
To be enjoying.
We will go to sleep
As usual.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
THE UNHAPPY SINGER
THE UNHAPPY SINGER
Claude Francois. He died young (39) in 1978 when I was in Paris electrocuted while taking a shower. His father was French, mother Italian. Born in Egypt. Died in Paris.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xlve9_
I wonder whether you still exist
I wonder where is your heart
I wonder whether you still make love at night
I wonder about so many things.
For me nothing has changed, you are still in my heart.
I wonder who caresses your hair now
I wonder whether you are sitting near the fire
I wonder whether you still say the words
You used to say to me
I wonder about so many things.
While I still think of you, you have forgotten me.
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody listens any more
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody likes any more.
Even if you are no longer there
I still sing for you
I wonder whether you can hear me sing.
I wonder whether we will see each other again
I wonder whether you will remember me
Whether we will become friends again
I wonder about so many things
But you have forgotten we loved each other once.
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody listens any more
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody likes any more.
Even if you are no longer there
I still sing for you
I wonder whether you can hear me sing.
Claude Francois. He died young (39) in 1978 when I was in Paris electrocuted while taking a shower. His father was French, mother Italian. Born in Egypt. Died in Paris.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xlve9_
I wonder whether you still exist
I wonder where is your heart
I wonder whether you still make love at night
I wonder about so many things.
For me nothing has changed, you are still in my heart.
I wonder who caresses your hair now
I wonder whether you are sitting near the fire
I wonder whether you still say the words
You used to say to me
I wonder about so many things.
While I still think of you, you have forgotten me.
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody listens any more
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody likes any more.
Even if you are no longer there
I still sing for you
I wonder whether you can hear me sing.
I wonder whether we will see each other again
I wonder whether you will remember me
Whether we will become friends again
I wonder about so many things
But you have forgotten we loved each other once.
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody listens any more
Am like an unhappy singer
Whom nobody likes any more.
Even if you are no longer there
I still sing for you
I wonder whether you can hear me sing.
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