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 down below

LE TEMPS - ©2023 mm.bedard - c.roberge - j.harnois

Voilé est l’horizon 
Pressés sont les citrons 
Dans mes ailes qui portent 
Tout le plomb des années
Quoi que je fasse
Je m’écrase 

On ne recolle pas toute chose
À la crazy glue
J'échoue à mettre un pied devant l’autre
Dire un mot après l’autre
Quoique j'y fasse les heures s’en vont 

Le temps, le temps
Ne prend personne par la main 

Pendant que je me brise
Sur une paroi de haine 
Il me trompe et me trompe
Et en fait des poèmes
Quoi que je fasse
Il m'efface 

On ne recolle pas une rose
À la crazy glue
Le sable coule toujours entre mes doigts
Et tout le long de mes pattes d’oies
Quoique j’y fasse les heures s’en vont 

Le temps, le temps
Ne prend personne par la main

Pendant que je me brise
Sur une paroi de haine
Il me trompe et me trompe
Et en fait des poèmes
Quoi que je fasse il m’efface

On ne recolle toute chose
À la crazy glue
Le sable coule toujours entre mes doigts
Et tout le long de mes pattes d'oies 
Quoique j’y fasse les heures s’en vont

Le temps, le temps

English Translation 

Temporality -  ©2023 Adaptation : mm.bedard - s.mortimer

Veiled is the skyline
Hearts are squeezed dry
My wings carry 
The lead of the years
Whatever I do I crash

Like many things
This can’t be fixed 
With a brush and some glue

I fail to put 
One foot in front of the other 
Saying one word after another 
Whatever I do 
Hours are fleeting

Time, time 
Doesn’t take anyone by the hand

While I'm fragmenting
Upon the wall of hate
He deceives me and deceives me 
Making poetry that is fake
Whatever I do 
He erases me 

Like many things
A shattered rose can’t be fixed
With a brush and some glue
The sand 
Slips through my fingers
And all along it lingers
Whatever I do 
Hours are fleeting

Time, time 
Doesn’t take anyone by the hand

While I'm fragmenting
Upon the wall of hate
He deceives me and deceives me 
Making poetry that is fake
Whatever I do 
He erases me 

Like many things
This can’t be fixed 
With a brush and some glue
The sand 
Slips through my fingers
And all along it lingers
Whatever I do 
Hoursare fleeting

Time,  time

05 Le Temps

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.

05 Le Temps

Marie Martine Bédard

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