Natasha, l'amour est un chapeau 
disait un marchand de la place Clichy
C’est du vent dans les branches, c’est le coeur endimanché 
C’est Lionel Richie, c’est Besame mucho 
Natasha, Natasha

Natasha,  ton coeur d'artichaut, 
et tes petits nichons c'est les Mariachis!
L’amour est un chien méchant, un fieffé marchand
L’amour est un chapeau qu’on n’peut arracher
Natasha, natasha

On mangera des sushis, on ira chez le Maharaja
on f’ra du tchoutchou, be ezrat achem!
Natasha, l'amour est un chapeau 
disait un marchand de la place Clichy

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Natasha

Words & Music: Pravinand Maharaj (aka Johnny Minstrel)

When I’m Young Again

Met a man with a broken wheel
Had the ride of his life
He turned to me to make a deal
To do it one last time
Off we went into the night
Through the dark I drove
The sky with stars and satellites
The road with tar and stones
Then he spoke after a while
Said things have really changed
Guess I’ll be where I should have been
When I’m young again

I was wondering about my friend 
Just what had turned his tide
Did he think that this journey’s end
Would be one happy ride
Do you know I was happy once
In the silence he spoke
His tone of voice had me in a trance
Like a reed that broke
It’s always once upon a time
And on and on, on this road
Guess I’ll write my own fairytale
When I’m young again

Twice I stopped for fuel and beer
Back on the road we went
It was all becoming clear
This was no accident
At last I spoke and asked him straight
Where he wanted to go
He smiled the smile we smile at fate
And said where I was before
Each passing year I think of him
And of that journey so strange
Guess I still want to be with you
When I’m young again

Cover pic: "Mamoo at the Tearoom"  - Our old pal and King of Asherville

When I'm Young Again

https://vimeo.com/148793532

arrangements: Nicolas Battus

You got to walk that lonesome valley
Yeah you got to walk it for yourself
Nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk that valley for yourself

Your mother had to walk that lonesome valley
She had to walk that valley for herself
Nobody else could walk it for her
Yeah, she had to walk that valley for herself

Oh yes, you got to walk that lonesome valley
Well, you got to walk it for yourself
Yes, nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk...



Lonesome Valley + video (inside note)

https://vimeo.com/153618279

Tu as veillé tard
Na nga fanane*, na nga fanane Fatou
Tu as veillé tard
Na nga fanane, auprès de Boubakar
Masse masse la gencive
Mon bébé c´est l'incisive
Le sommeil te pique les yeux
Mais tu as fait de ton mieux

Tu as cuit le riz
Na nga fanane, na nga fanane Fatou
Tu as cuit le riz
Na nga fanane et tu nous as servis
On a mangé on a ri
Tout le monde était ravi
Le sommeil te pique les yeux
Mais tu as fait de ton mieux

Quand tu fais le clown blanc
Na nga fanane, na nga fanane Fatou
Quand tu fais le clown blanc
Na nga fanane, là c'est trop marrant
tu verras Paris c'est ouf
On soignera ce mal qui t'étouffe
Le sommeil te pique les yeux
Mais tu as fait de ton mieux

Tu as fait le thé
Na nga fanane, na nga fanane Fatou
Tu as fait le thé
Na nga fanane et tu as chanté
Ta chanson préférée
Ce Dimanche, on t'a enterrée
Le sommeil te pique les yeux
Mais tu as fait de ton mieux

*Na nga fanane signifie comment as-tu dormi?
à la mémoire de BBFatou
©nicolasbattus 2015

Fatou + video (inside notes)

Colored Aristocracy +  video special (see inside notes)

repetitive descending string motif with vocal ambient; sad but not gloomy...
Photo: CI Section

Phrase de la Lune descendante

Your Love Is Like A Mountain

In memory of Gia Kancheli and George Danelia

Dear friends! I posted this modest variation on the theme of the great master with one goal: to draw your attention to his works. Unfortunately, due to copyright, I can’t post his original works here, so I had to resort to such tricks and work a little :)
You can follow this link to listen his wonderful play "Little Daneliada", where the original theme is developed with all the might of his genius. Enjoy!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_JzTlz-DwI

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