High Class Trauma, le premier album de Deweare est paru en 2007.

Accouché sans césarienne, sous l'œil et l'oreille aiguisés des docteurs JP-Goncalves, A.McMahon (Beast) et Carl Bastien(réalisateur des album de Dumas, Ariane Moffatt, Daniel Bélanger), ces 10 pièces pop/rock emmènent toute la crèche sous des latitudes où les mineurs ne sont pas admis.

Beaucoup trop de fumée dans ce son, bien trop d'essence dans le mélange. Comme du coke coupé à l'absinthe, la pop de Deweare stimule l'adrénaline et laisse un goût de réglisse sur les lèvres. Le français nous y chante les amours sales sur un tapis de soul, Rossignol crooner aux allures gainsbouriennes, il picore la consonne qui diffère entre funk et punk et s'invite à toutes les tables pour y faire sa cuisine.

N'épargnant aucun paradoxe stylistique, Deweare mixe l'entrée et le dessert, comme l'ont enseigné Beck et consort. Sur les traces de Philip K. Dick, il couche des mots sur un quotidien halluciné, met en musique les rendez-vous manqués, et donne du rythme aux déjà-vus.

Avec High Class Trauma, Deweare met de l'huile sur le feu et offre la pommade pour soulager les brûlures. Laissez-vous faire, c'est pour votre bien.

03Swallow

04TheNewDawn

English translation of lyrics further down

Comme un Bouddha féroce - ©2023 mmbedard - c.roberge - j.harnois

( Et je refuse de rester en lutte 
Je veux commencer à vivre
Aujourd’hui je me tiens debout
Devant la terre entière 
Pour crier haut et fort
Je suis vivante )

Il était une fois, marginalisée 
Je rêvais que la mort 
Vienne me libérer 
Le jaloux que j’aimais m’avait largué  
J’avais été violée 
Mais, je ne suis pas la seule 
Et je trouve bouleversant 
 Comment le monde peut-être méchant 
(Ophelia)  

Tu me soulèves, je me relève  
Je me reviens, je m’appartiens  
L’amour n’a pas dit son dernier mot 
Tu me soulèves, je me relève  
Je me reviens, je m’appartiens  
Ophelia, j’ai pas encore donné  
Mon dernier show 

Parce que même dans l’hlm
 De notre « hiver de force » tu m’aimes 
De Toronto à Tokyo 
Comme un bouddha féroce
 Tant pis si la vie est une gueule  
Je ne suis plus seule dans ses crocs 
Dans ses crocs  
Allez hop au boulot 
Parce que tu m’aimes 
Comme un bouddha féroce 

Qu’importe les commérages 
 Ou ce qui fait mal 
Avec toi, mon berger malinois 
Je déterre les joyaux  
Du fond des paysages  
Et c’est beau   
Je rêve de nouveau  
À de grandes traversées 
Sur les glaces d’aimer  
Et de me réinventer 
(Ophelia)

Tu me soulèves, je me relève  
Je me reviens, je m’appartiens 
 L’amour n’a pas dit son dernier mot 
Tu me soulèves, je me relève  
Je me reviens, Je m’appartiens  
J’ai pas encore donné 
Mon dernier show 

Parce même dans L’hlm 
De notre hiver de force tu m’aimes 
 De Toronto à Tokyo 
Comme un bouddha féroce  
Tant pis si la vie est une gueule 
Je ne suis plus seule dans ses crocs 
Dans ses crocs 
Allez hop au boulot 
Parce que tu m’aimes 
Comme un bouddha féroce

(J'veux laisser l'passé derrière moi
Et je veux penser à l'avenir)

Translation : English

Like a Fierce Buddha - ©2023 Adaptation mm.bedard - s.mortimer

(And I refuse to stay in struggle
I want to live
Today I stand
In front of the world
To shout clearly
I am alive )

Once upon a time,
Marginalized
I craved the grim reaper
Would take me alive 
The envious man I loved 
Left by design 
Cast me aside
I had been defiled

And I find it unnerving
I’m not the only one
How wicked 
Can this world become

You lift me up, then I rise up
Return to self, belong to myself
Love has not disclosed
Its final word
You lift me up, then I rise up
Return to self, belong to myself
I haven't performed 
My final show

Because even in this winter 
Enforced on me
You love Me
From Toronto to Tokyo
Like a fierce Buddha
Too bad if life is bitter and cold 
I am no longer caught in its fangs 
In its fangs 
Let's go hang
Because you love me
Like a fierce buddha

No matter the whispers
And the shadows that hurt
With you, my brave malinois
I dig up the jewels
From the bottom of the landscapes
And it's beautiful

I dream over and over again
Of courageous traversing
The dance of loving
And desire of connecting
Ophelia

You lift me up, then I rise up
Return to self, belong to myself
Love has not disclosed
Its final word
You lift me up, then I rise up
Return to self, belong to myself
I haven't performed 
My final show

Because even in this winter 
Enforced on me
You love Me

(I want to leave the past behind me
And I want to think about the future)

08 Comme Un Bouddha Feroce

Written by Jourdan Montano and Brady Kerr © 2015

I'm not just leaving home
I'm leaving you
And all the doors that we built
Weren't meant for us to walk through

After all the dirt and all this mess
Still I'm terrified that I loved you best
So where do we go from here?
Do we keep going on my dear?

'Cause If I could build this house with you
Would we have burnt it down?
And I think my heart lies somewhere new
In another town
In some other town

All that we create
Just destroys us
The love that we make
Only controls us
Your heart can no longer be my only destination
'Cause the means to your end can't build foundations

Now I'm leaving home
And leaving you
All the walls that we built
We couldn't break through
After all the tears and all your kisses
Your lips can't heal what I've been missin'
And where do I go from here?
I'm moving on my dear

But If I could have built this house with you
Would we have burnt it down?
And I think my heart lies somewhere new
In another town
With anyone but you

All we create, just destroys us
The love that we make
Only controls us
Your heart can no longer be my only destination
'Cause the means to your end can't build foundations

So I'm packing my bags
Say goodbye to the love that you almost had

Almost (featuring The Violet Hour)

The Static Of Life - Dustin Lefholz (Feat. Pazia)

Une enquête du Globe and Mail a révélé qu'environ 20% des dénonciations d'agressions sexuelles, au Canada, sont considérées comme des plaintes non fondées par les corps policiers? Pourquoi? Quels sont les obstacles et comment peut-on améliorer la situation? On en discute avec Julie Tremblay, directrice de Viol-Secours Québec.

CKIA-FM

Entrevue - Julie Tremblay - Plaintes non fondées et agression sexuelle, pourquoi?

Produced by :  Jean-François Lemieux  & Marie Martine Bédard
Lyrics: Marie Martine Bédard
Music: Marie Martine Bédard, Selvi Subramanian & Marie-France Thibault
http://mmartine.rocks

GOD I NEED YOUR LOVE LYRICS

I ride through my doubts in Nashville Tennessee
Staring at the ceiling of my AirbnB
I know the mess I've been into
The weight of fear
Since he ripped me of my dreams
At times my aim was of steel

Locked inside (God)
Locked inside (I need your love)
Pain, Pain, I wish I could escape
Shame, shame, feel like myself again
Locked inside ( God I need your love)

I hide the shadows
of his hideous crime
Living as if it did not crush me
I got no one I can turn to
I lost my faith
Since he raped me in daylight
My battles are my secret life

Locked inside (God)
Locked inside (I need your love)
Pain, Pain, I wish I could escape
Shame, shame, feel like myself again
Locked inside ( God I need your love)

God I need your love

Locked inside (God)
Locked inside (I need your love)
Pain, Pain, I wish I could escape
Shame, shame, feel like myself again
Locked inside
( God I need your love)

GOD I NEED YOUR LOVE v.en.

A Need For A Change

Canción del nuevo disco de ELJURI "Fuerte". Rap por invitado especial: Mario Muñoz de Doctor Krápula
www.eljurimusic.com
@eljuri


Ya Es Hora

Something a little "traditional".  This song was inspired by a young women who decided to take control of her life and changed it in incredibly positive ways.  If there is a female artist who would like to record this, I would love to hear it from that perspective as that is the perspective from which it was written.

Shelby Bridge

I was born in Montreal and spent most of my life there. I am an activist, a musician a mother and a survivor returning to music after a "break" from the music business. I read music notes before words and went from classical music to punk and pop rock music. I did a few albums and toured for about ten years with different bands. Today, I am glad to be back at my passion, even though that surviving a severe trauma made me a different kind of artist, with different kind of assets. I believe that today, my capacity to communicate with compassion through music is stronger than ever.