Creation
Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Normandie-France) le 04/12/2024
written in french and composed in 1973, translated recently

Water Flows

Composition (Original)

Translation below
Notwithstanding the hypothesis
That she has eyes of embers
And although she attests
To be a famous pest
That this dashing speech
Nevertheless tiring

Words that sound good
Who makes it good for you
Your breasts tickle
At any age

It's thanks to the rainbow
That his mouth is honey
At the Judas tree
That she is so naked
As Voltaire said
It's not on earth

Wind in the sails
A star is beautiful
The error is a web
At any age

Entered into poetry
By homeostasis
I kiss this muse
Which in fact amuses me
And if these few words
Cause you some pain

As Diderot said
This guy is too
Notes like a pro
At any age

If it doesn't make you laugh
If it doesn't mean anything
If it makes you swoon
The pawn I defeated you
In verses today
Everyone is reduced

Half understand
Sleep in Poitiers
And get off
At any age

Hypothèse (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche-France) le 15/11/2023

Translation below
there will always be troubadours
and even if we starve
to make an aubade to love
there will be musicians

it allows you to forget the sadness
and it makes our hearts happy
in the streets the kids are dancing
look it’s a feast for the senses

a large audience is not useful
it's no use if there are ten thousand of us
just one attentive smile
makes the poet admire

if today it's me who sings
it’s so that together we feel
joy of living and friendship
inside this pitiless world

Troubadours (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 05/12/2023

Translation 

I cried over the yellowed photo
It's sinister around here
Frost on the tarnished mirror
We freeze in the bathroom
The bean is out of its can
Hands up, little rascals

The phone no longer rings in the evening
Since the kid broke the doorbell
You looked at her mockingly
It's very true she won't call anymore
You put an ice cube in the glass
Hands up, little rascals

The past is put through the mill
We ate it in the salad
And I have trouble digesting
It's not tomorrow the day before the day
That they will return to the quicksand
Hands up, little rascals

Now less sad and warmed up
The kid finally went to bed
And when love took us in its arms
I told myself I wouldn't go back
Towards the glossy paper of photography
Hands up, little rascals

Petit Coquin (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 13/09/2024

Summertime Blues (Cover)

New release
Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 14/09/2024

Martha (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 17/09/2024
New release

Heart beats (Creation)

Enregistré à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 19/09/2024

Behind The Wall (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France)  le 20/09/2024
Mike on guitars
Translation below :
Rif dismembered a bald dermatopterus
when Zwandée arrived
Shaded with purple umbel 
sealed by the spirit of Civa
Rif grabs a cello incontinently 
Zwandée in these latrines
Mediator of mutant loves, 
dough initiator

Rif looked at the eagle-eyed priestess, 
Zwandée flirts and teases
Miming with rye bread 
his petty ant down
Rif contemplated the luminescent batch, 
Zwandee being morphological
She knows how to be annoying, 
usually illogical

Rif perceived the perverse sinusoid, 
Zwandée relentlessly witches herself
Suddenly she falls over 
takes a trick out of the bag
Rif included the Aesculapius of eruptions, 
Zwandée belches French words
That she learned in corruption 
and the writings of Pliny the Elder

Rif threatened to burst into great madness, 
Zwandée taken by the holy Umide
Wetting the unstable pretty ones 
the kidneys lose their shyness
Carefree Rif reveled in rebelliousness, 
Tasteless and narrow-minded Zwandee
Martyrize his shirt 
which by neophyte is adorned

Rif was throbbing thanks to the grapefruit tree, 
Zwandee palpebral empress
You had to cough 
to honor the castratrix
Rif meandered through this agonizing stupor 
Zwandée made fun of the snake
Perceiving the growing delirium 
dreaming of dear Peter Pan

Rif (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 22/09/2024

Translation below : 
I always hated
This single thought
No need to curse
Play it modest
I'm not normal
I don't like rigid
My ideas are running wild
I can be stupid
No more paradise
What summer snow
Tuesday, Wednesday
We don't care much

Love is lost
Goodness is no more
Life is ruined
As Lady Pichu says
I'm not normal
Rock during the day
Spine
Come on, it's my tour
History, reflection 
Like a diagonal
Grimace, it’s not stupid
An immoral life                                                                                                     
                                                                                                                         I have a stock of troubles that fall on me
I stand together, they come in a rush                                                                          
                                                                                                                    
Feeling is good
Acting is much better
Saying too much is unhealthy
Mostly empty words
I'm not normal
Why I don't know
But I'm in good spirits
We wouldn't say
Why complain
When we can laugh
Salty Coffee
To sober up well

Pas Normal (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 26/09/2024

Such a lady (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 29/09/2024

Quiet Man (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 30/09/2024

Translation below :

This melody comes to me
That everyone finds pretty
I don't know where I got it from
She sweats bluesy 
She smells jazzy

Nothing but a life, a beautiful story 
A little old-fashioned look, nostalgia 
A blow of sax a real strategy
Notes that sound like an allegory

I can sing it in the evening 
Right away it's less cheesy
Deep down I feel lucky
The ancestors speak
often in the dark 

A little air in the back of my head
Yes it never stops
All these notes that are ready
My guitar for sure
Use his little fingers

Une Belle Story (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 01/10/2024

Translation below :

In life the prettiest
It's when you smile
Tell me yes, make me want it
And above all smile

When you get up, I'm often up
Brief news, we don't see the end of it
Fortunately, we are both here
Lovingly, in this hazardous world
It’s being together that makes us all happy
Nobody trembles between silky sheets

Your skin is soft, your hair wonderful
The chickens are clucking, oops I'm ticklish
I think of the people who live alone in their corner
Deprived of money, of love they have none
My spirit sings and my heart is happy
If you enchant me, it's much more languorous

When you draw I admire
A little thing undermines you, you have to be attentive
Sometimes I play, you don't pay attention
Even a piece of jewelry, what a funny invention
And I say to myself who did I run into
On Friday we succumbed

Night and day, you make me very happy
Love always, there is nothing better
I saw the neighbor he looks very happy
His store is like a pick-me-up
He envies us, he tells me sometimes
It's being alive that leads us every time

Quand Tu Souris (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 17/10/2024

Translation below :
Slouching in a bar, listening to the fat guy
Lost little guy, you really don't talk
The glasses are emptying quickly, more and more livid
Sated with tobacco, head all the way down

He drove drunk until he lost his mind
On the highway as fast as he can 
 
No more gas, he stops, he gets a headache
At the back of the shop, on beers he ticks
He buys it’s magic, flies like a mosquito
Then he puts the radio on and starts this idiot

In the white car he is afraid of speed
Alcohol is his credo, he accelerates, no longer afraid
The sea is approaching, the heat of the night
It's dark, it's late, he forgets the radars

He arrives in the city, parks at the beach
At the bistro opposite, the boss faces him
Homemade self-made cocktail, rum sugar and ice cubes
A few banknotes left, sleep, leave afterwards

Sur L'autoroute (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 18/10/2024

Translation below :
I'm a poor guy sitting on the side of the sidewalk
And I stare into the darkness
Bird without a beak, it was high time to sit down
At the risk of no longer being able

Hello Mr. Police Officer
I would like a cigarette
I'm not drunk I don't have this vice
Only ache in the head
See no malice in it 
This night is not a party

I annoy anyone I'm lonely
I don't even make any noise
Watching the night exasperates me
She got away, it’s unheard of
Now what am I going to do
Apart from crying in the rain

If I meet a scoundrel 
I'll tell her I'm alone
If it’s to make love illegally 
Tomorrow I will have a bad face 
And if she's a little stupid 
She won't see that I'm spineless

Pauv'mec (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 20/10/2024

Translation below :
We walk on the sand, flooded with sun
The sea in the distance is stable, the color of honey
Not a soul living everywhere you look
Calm revives us, no more shouting people

Life flows slowly
Life flows tenderly
Just like I want her to be

A few kilometers away, the Jobourg cliff
Walk without really a goal, no need for suburbs
Just a wave that rocks our amazed ears
The breeze pierces us without any warning

This need for nature pursues me every day
He is stronger than anything and lasts forever
Damaging is a crime and yet we persist
It’s not the land that we’re harming, too fanciful an idea

Evasion (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 30/10/2024

Exquisite Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France)  le 03/11/2024

TRANSLATION BELOW :

You the bird, you fly high
To catch love
You the bird, you fly high
You pursue love in the sky always

The clouds are here tonight
It's sure it's going to rain soon
The train has left, it’s sad
Happiness is no longer on track
He doesn't have a raincoat or an umbrella
This beautiful story is over

The dishes are not done
In a corner his socks 
Nothing is as usual
Hello lady loneliness
There is this anguish that twists his stomach
No more chance of her coming back

Toi L'oiseau (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 04/11/2024

Translation below :
You have to forget all your worries 
In the arms of your friend
Because if it's you she chose
Make his life better

It grips you, stuck in the car
Too bad for those who bawl, you drive at full speed

If she calls you, listen to what she's going to say
It's not for nothing that she rings
Try to please her

If one day she gives you what you expect from her
You don't need anyone to make her feel beautiful

Faut Oublier Tous Tes Soucis (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 08/11/2024

TRANSLATION BELOW : 
Sitting on a shitty bench
In front of a magical place
Who sells idyllic things 
I started to dream 
CHORUS
From a fireplace, from a guitar
Around a fire in the countryside
An evening with friends
Between people who like each other

In the clinic room
The nurse is friendly
The surgeon is an alcoholic
So I start to dream

An evil story
Told by comedians
On the edge of the Atlantic
I started to dream

A frenzied doll
And her angelic smile
Left me all phlegmatic
So I start to dream

I conclude allegorically
This nice little song
A bit dreamlike
I started to dream

Cheminées Et Guitares (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 09/11/2024

Fire At Notre Dame (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France)  le 10/11/2024

TRANSLATION BELOW :
When Brigitte left, Françoise returned
When Françoise left, Claudine arrived
CHORUS
It's the rock of the big fucker
Who doesn't have the same woman in his bed every morning

2. Antoinette cried when Clotilde appeared
Diane and Dorothée chased away little Zoé
CHORUS
3. Bernadette and Marion backcombed their buns
Zita is Spanish, Rosine likes cars
CHORUS
4. Cesarine and Cora took him for their dad
Céline in the kitchen hit Emeline
CHORUS
5. Hyacinthe filed a complaint upon discovering Hyacinthe
Rolande and Yolande made him an offering
CHORUS

Le Rock Du Chaud Lapin (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 11/11/2024

TRANSLATION BELOW :
CHORUS 
This is the City, this is the metropolis
Hell for softies, paradise for drunkards

1. At three in the morning 
On the sidewalk of the boulevard
There is a girl walking around 
A man playing tightrope walker
A racing cop 
Behind a little purse thief
CHORUS
2. At four in the morning 
On your boudoir cupboard
There are traces of your blood 
You were wrong to have guts
In the middle of this city 
Which is populated only by cowardice
CHORUS
3. At five in the morning 
The pale complexion of your nightmare
You hide in your vehicle 
With a ridiculous guy
A small, broke civil servant 
That the state cannot poach
CHORUS
4. At six in the morning 
There is Bernard at the door of the bar
Under his mistress's windows 
Only cries out his distress
He's so drunk he's not even afraid anymore 
Of the husband known as a terror
CHORUS
5. And at seven in the morning 
Nothing will happen anymore 
Then everything stops because everything wakes up

Nuit Urbaine Creation

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 13/11/2024

Translation below :

I like to believe in this story
This man over there was so disturbing
He gives them water, allows them to drink
He is known as the white wolf

If you too are convinced
That love is the truth
So read his book, but it’s sharp
Open your heart, flee the city

He had people behind him
His words were so beautiful
But none of them understood
Man has become a robot

Look at the superfluous
All this waste, calamity
And all these people who can't take it anymore
Yet they crucified him

Many believed they were following him
In reality no one wanted to do a little bit of what he said
It was easier to be greedy

In truth I read everything
And then I took another route
Always further and more
But yes love whatever the cost

Le Bon Livre (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 19/11/2024

She Came From China (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 22/11/2024

Translation below :
Does happiness come?
I was born with a heart
And it makes me furious
To see these people who are afraid

It's a broken beast that flees the light
Sinking into the wood scratches on the stones
If you have nothing to eat you just have to keep quiet
But although she is sick she does not live to please

Like a fragile voice that pronounces a sentence
A despised people who enter the dance
Like the blues that hurt all these poor bellies
She lived her life a little in all directions

If it's a furious dog showing its canines
Or a homeless person and his bad appearance
She dyed herself blonde and plays Marylin
And spends his days deep in the ravines

And like the beggar who asks for a drink
Like all those drunks who butter themselves up in the evening
And all these bad people who do this in the dark
She broke her pipe, victim of despair

Bonheur (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 24/11/2024

My brother My friend (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saiht-Lô (Manche - France) le 26/11/2024

Good To Be Rich (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 28/11/2024

Translation below :
His name is Zimmerman born in Minnesota
Where the mine is broken down, we don't move one iota
His idol is road wanderer Guthrie
Fried whiting eyes, a nose that arches

I owe you that dear Bob, tribute in the wind
From a microbe artist, a disappointing little air

In New York charms the Village singers
Using his weapon because with his young age
He amazes these people with his guitar playing
His face engaging his words in a firecracker

Becoming an idol this prolix poet
Abandons his role as a folkie who settles
Becomes a real rocker goes electric
His mocking smile makes critics die

At the height of glory he almost died
The drama is in full swing, there's no point in running
Then he came back to give himself to the crowd
Little petite man, your talent goes crazy

Cher Bob (Creation : To Bob Dylan)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 30/11/2024

Above All In My Life (Creation)

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 02/12/2024
Translation below :
Put your hand on this tree and you will see
May this flowing sap make you live

This is what the Grandfather said to his grandson
During winter evenings by the fireplace
The little boy had been scolded and the old man was trying to console him

He was a tall, bearded and solitary man.
His wife had left him some time before
He lived with his daughter, her husband and her child
Not really happiness, he knew that so well

One evening he left, the boy knew however
His grandfather died, he cried for a long time
He knew nothing lasted forever
And that in this life you have to have a good time

Yesterday by the fire I was smoking a pipe
When a little girl came in crying
Her mother behind her was all angry
I then remembered my Grandfather's words

l'arbre de vie

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 03/12/2024

Translation below :
you don't think you're anything, no
we raised you like that
above everything, guy
is this all true

you destroy everything there is
you're killing yourself little by little, guy
you destroy every time
you don't know why

you believe anything, paper mirages
you can't stand not existing

you don't think you're anything, no
we raised you like that
above everything, guy
is this all true

Money has become king
And you don't have any, guy
But tell yourself that those who have
Are not better than you

We don't know where we're going, no
Towards our disappearance
But all that doesn't matter
The earth will turn without us

You believed anything, paper mirages
You couldn't stand not existing

Mirages En Papier

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô ( Manche - France ) le 05/12/2024

Translation below :
This melody came to me
That everyone found pretty
The first one I released
A little bluesy tune For my very good friend

Just a life, a beautiful story 
A little old-fashioned look, nostalgia 
A blow of the sax, a real strategy
Notes that sound like an allegory

I can sing it in the evening 
Right away it's less cheesy
Deep down I feel lucky
Ancestors often speak in the dark 

Little music in the back of my head
Yes it never stops
All these notes that are ready
My guitar sure wears out its little frets

Une Belle Story

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 06/12/2024

Translation below :
You miss only one being, of course, everything seems depopulated
You have to take risks, play crazy
Otherwise what is this life without flavor or substance worth?
And why breathe without being once in a trance

When one day you no longer see the people you love
The risk we took becomes a supreme stress

I think of those slaves who sang in the fields
This pure music which supported all their songs
They all cried their hearts out, if she was jealous
One day I learned it, I got into the blues

When one day you no longer see the people you love
There is only music against this phenomenon

I prefer to say it, moaning is not for me
It is with great hindsight that I look at all this.
I have done crazy things, I have always assumed
Sometimes very rowdy but never foggy

If one day I no longer see the people I love
These sweet follies inspire a poem in me

Dépeuplé Pardi

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 08/12/2024

Translation below :
Do you think this woman only knows how to do the trick?
It's not Cinderella maybe Carabosse
To have a good time and touch the cosmos 
You have to get high to become a colossus

You are a little, just a little, in love
If you become delirious soon, you will no longer be two, in love

It's easy to get caught in the net of desire
Life is at the door you must seize it
It takes a little courage and then comes the pleasure
Hold on tight, you're not here to rot

There will probably be a few scratches
Don't be in your corner protected from burns
Run your luscious fingers through her soft hair
Otherwise before living you find sawdust

You will both drink coffee at dawn
You will no longer look stupid or like an idiot
You will both have conquered each other in bravery
I hope you will have a long enough journey

Amoureux

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Manche - France) le 10/12/2024

Translation below :

Nothing but a star, elegant like you
Like just a veil on this image, courteous
It's painted on your canvas and you will sell it 
A flower, petals, talent, you'll see

You have so many qualities
That it's impossible not to love you
Everywhere this shines through and yes
I always said, Never forget it, you promise me?

All your fears must disappear
There's no point in regretting the past
Because your imprint has only just been born
Love, happiness, it's over, spaced out

Koloko

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