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Original Version By Jahgan Olivier.
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© 2021 Jahgan Olivier

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"Cubic Xenakis", for mixed trio (Jack Miller)
(c) 2023 Cenote Music

CUBIC XENAKIS

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/grand-jacques
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/6zPhVNteJQvn5hGge2ES4Q?si=dnha1llIQGeTU2oZsEYRKg
Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage du Manneken Pis et de la statue de Jacques Brel par Tom Frantzen, à Bruxelles

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers
Qui sent si bon la mort et la bière,
Ne me quitte pas avant mon dernier repas
À Amsterdam ou à Bruxelles. Je ne sais pas...

On n'oublie rien du plat pays de tes bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke avec Mathilde et La Fanette
Arrivent en passant par Vesoul sur la place des rois
Où les soirs d'été sont frais pour l'éclusier dans la tempête !

Les paumés d'un petit matin, creusés au froid d'une Belgique chienne, Refermeront les fenêtres sur les ivrognes solitaires aux prières païennes. Bergers amidonnés d'un vieux port en partance pour filles et chiens, Capitaines ou singes, bigotes irréfléchies comme biches de rien.

Ces gens-là, rassasiés de tango funèbre, ne pensent qu'au suivant,
Et qui pour des bonbons, en parlotant, finiront par oublier le fier moribond En sachant déjà pourtant que vieux, ils ne seront ni beaux, ni cons,
Et qu'un Don Quichotte à jeun pour un jour fera revenir leur maman.

Tu as quitté les risques du métier pour une aventure, aventure. Anarchiste chez Bonnot comme accordéon d'une valse à mille temps Pour une tendresse imaginée où les toros se fracassent contre les murs, Lucifer trop fragile sur ton cheval trop vrai pour faire pleurer les vivants !

Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers, Avec tes deux pianos et ton accordéon Quand tu rechantes ta chanson,
Tu sens si bon la mort et la bière...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la ...
Texte de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

With text by Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voices by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage of Manneken Pis and Jacques Brel statue by Tom Frantzen, Brussels

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, beloved child of the seas
Who smells so good of death and beer,
Don't leave me until my last meal
In Amsterdam or Brussels. Je ne sais pas...

We don't forget anything from the flat country of your bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke with Mathilde and La Fanette
Arrive via Vesoul on the Place des rois
Where summer evenings are cool for the lock-keeper in the storm!

The lost of an early morning, dug in the cold of a dogged Belgium, Will close the windows on the solitary drunkards with pagan prayers. Starched shepherds of an old port on their way to girls and dogs, Captains or monkeys, thoughtless bigots like deer of nothing.

These people, full of funeral tango, only think of the next,
And who, for the sake of candy, end up forgetting the proud moribund Knowing already that old, they'll be neither handsome nor stupid,
And that a sober Don Quixote for a day will bring back their mother.
You left the risks of the profession for an adventure, adventure. Anarchist at Bonnot's as accordion in a thousand-beat waltz For an imagined tenderness where toros smash against walls, Lucifer too fragile on your horse too true to make the living weep!

Grand Jacques, cherished child of the seas, 
With your two pianos and your accordion
When you sing your song again,
You smell so good of death and beer...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la la ...

Text by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

Grand Jacques (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

Where do I start?
You’re breakin my heart


You don’t feel me like you used to
Heard you’ve moved on to a new dude
Type of person that you could get used to
Fuck my life apparently he’s cool too

While I’m happy for you
I’m upset for myself 
Vanished into the blue
And you left me in hell

Beggin you for the truth
Somethin you just won’t tell
Brains running on a loop
But you don’t want to help

Tell me that you just want to be friends
Like you weren’t just on my dick
I know that I can be a prick 
That’s only me when I get lit
Cut out the beer and cut out the gin
Been livin clean and hittin the gym
You’re still with him
But I see you at my crib
I catch you starin so I give you a grin
Tellin me one thing but I know how it is
We don’t work right now 
because we never will
Your word are just words
And your words never real
Desert me and hurt me
But you won’t let me heal
Skin smooth as silk
And a heart cold as steel
Play it off like just a fling
But you told me
That you loved me
Then treated me like nothing
So Please excuse me 
don’t want company
while I melt down in public

Yeeahhhh I’m losin my mind
But if anybody asks
laugh it off and Say I’m doin fine
While I’m faking a smile


I don’t even know anymore
Where was I even trynna go before
You came in and caused a storm
I been feelin far from normal

And I’m askin why 
Doing big things
Seems so pointless
Without you by my side

Does hurting me
Bring you enjoyment
Ego boost and sense of pride

Can I turn it around
Gettin so sick of hiding
I’m a lion I’m a giant im a viper I’m a titan
There’s no problem with I 
If I don’t bring you excitement
You know where my heart lies
But I won’t be your side man
You can go guy to guy
But you’ll still never find it
The problem lies inside
It’s why you’re so indecisive
Sit in your room and you cry
Because you don’t even like him
Pushing me aside
because you think I’m a psycho
You’re always Talkin bout dyin
But I really might though
Whenever I’m not flyin
It’s like I’m walkin a tightrope 
Give in to my vices
Shootin texts off with typos
On and off on and off
Motion sickness vicious cycle
Nosy bitches in our business
Lose my shit I really tried though
Only get it when I’m spittin
It felt different 
when you looked me in the eyes 
Like I could take my disguise off 
All the sudden now the vibes off
I don’t understand why but

Yeeahhhh I’m losin my mind
But if anybody asks
laugh it off and Say I’m doin fine
While I’m faking a smile

You don’t feel me like you used to
Hope you’re happy with your new dude
Never thought that I would lose you
Might take a second to get used to

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