結婚式で流したい洋楽　～Jazz ver～

La Vie en rose

Still The One (Cover)

Michael Jackson & Paul Mccartney Say Say Say (Special Vocal Bootleg)

Le Cri du Caire perform live at Le Guess Who? 2023 following the release of their self-titled debut album.

About:
Singer, writer, poet, and expressionist Abdullah Miniawy became, in the wake of the revolution, an artistic emblem for Egypt’s agitated youth. Alongside Peter Corser on the saxophone and Karsten Hochapfel on the cello, he is sure to grip audiences as Le Cri du Caire. Blending rock, jazz, sprinkles of oriental flourishes, spoken word, and Sufi poetry and philosophy, the three-piece adorn each room they play in with a rich metaphorical universe transcending identities and borders. Their self-titled debut, released in January, serves as a sample of what can be achieved on the stage.

Recorded at Jacobikerk Utrecht on Friday, 10 November 2023.

Abdullah Miniawy: voice
Peter Corser: saxophone
Karsten Hochapfel: cello

Audio recording by Vera Kraaijkamp; mix by Marc Broer
Photography by Jelmer de Haas

Le Cri du Caire - Pearls for Orphans

Think Again

The wall across a City fell
We felt then that was all was well, and we were free
It felt like the triumph of democracy
An end to the chaos of a Century 
Finality 

We voted Blair in number ten
Britannia cool again, integrity 
It felt like a rising of civility 
We welcomed the turning of the Century 
Naivety

And I never would have believed our celebration was so remiss 
I never would have believed it would come to this 

In Florida the die was cast
Optimism couldn’t last, reality 
It felt like the start of a conspiracy 
A project made for a new Century 
Hegemony

And when the towers fell
We knew then we’d unleashed Hell, insanity 
Descending and we could feel the gravity 
It felt like a new depth of depravity 
To kill and to die for ideology
To dress up a hatred in theology
The irony 

And I never would have believed we would stare into the abyss 
I never would have believed it would come to this 

The Holy Land’s in flames again
Genocidal Godly men of enmity  
Consumed by unending capacity
For vengeance served cold with mendacity 
They justify acts of atrocity
No conscience to quell their ferocity 
Brutality 

Fascism’s back at Europe’s door 
Threats of thermonuclear war, monstrosity
With egos of boundless voracity 
These tyrants and clowns spell catastrophe
They Ignore the wake-up call to all humanity 
This planet is facing calamity
A tragedy 

And I never would have believed we would stare into the abyss 
I never would have believed it would come to this

No I never would have believed we would stare into the abyss 
I never would have believed it would come to this 

Come to this

Come To This

Fmmm‑hmm… feel this groove, baby.
Frankly, Frank—friendly Frankly Frank.
Frankly Frank—fantastic Frankly Frank.
Fear once weighed heavy; fortune now floats light.
Festivities flow, ferocity and generosity fuse as one.
Forgiven are his few little sins.
Friends flock—two, three, four, five deep.
Feel it: Frankly Frank—Frankly Frank… yeah.

Frankly Frank wakes the village with a velvet wink and grin.
Feather‑soft he glides that busy front road, a runway dipped in sin.
Formed crowds holler “Friend!”, and he bows to begin the game.
Fearless he struts, then flips to frolic like an ape, frankly setting streets aflame.
Faster than moonbeams, he drives through galaxies of gas.
For a single forehead kiss, he flies back to his woman and whispers,
“Frankly, you give me love, and I return a touch of class.”

For every step feels a celebration, every chuckle flares a spark.
For any weary daylight, he forges midnight fireworks in the dark.

Frankly Frank—phenomenal Frankly Frank! (so phenomenal, so free)
Frankly Frank—fantastic Frankly Frank! (fantastic, can’t you see?)
Fear weighs feather‑light; felicity long since learned.
Festivities blaze while his generous candles burn.
For me, for you, for Frankly for Frank: raise your glass, join the choir, fuel the night with one more chance—
Frankly Frank—Frankly Frank!

Flashing through silver jet‑streams, he kisses Mama’s brow.
Flickers back home for sweaty TV marathons—somehow.
Friends by the dozen—and two, three, four, five more—
Flow round his laughter, flooding every floor.

Fortune lives in his pocket, and he hands it out for free.
Filtering sunshine from the shadows like honey from the bee.

Fates have lifted him, bent him, robbed him, and richly given.
Frankly, any dream you whisper, baby, he’s already forgiven.
Fierce lion heart keeps thumpin’, candles keep burnin’ bright.
Find your way into his spotlight, feel the calm inside the night.

Frankly Frank—phenomenal Frankly Frank!
Frankly Frank—fantastic Frankly Frank!
Fear floats lighter than a feather, felicity firmly learned.
Festivities overflow, generosity’s confirmed.
Forgiven for his sweet little sins, friends many—two, three, four, five—
Fill the air with your voices and keep this love alive!
Frankly Frank—Frankly Frank!

Flick your fingers, tip your hat, let that rhythm crank.
Feel life lighter, taste love sweeter… when you’re rollin’ with
Frankly Frank—phenomenal, fantastic, forever…
Frankly Frank.

Frankly Frank

For One to Love

Le Mal de Vivre

Old Ways

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