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Paroles et chant de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Photomontage d'après le tableau Coin de table, d'Henri Fantin-Latour. 1872
Hommage à Léo Ferré qui a rendu lui-même hommage à Paul Verlaine et Arthur Rimbaud.

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Mon Léo, mon ami
Léo de la passion
Naufragé de la vie,
Tu changes de couleur
Avec Paris Canaille 
Quand tu souffles la vie
Et la folie des hommes

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Sont toujours de la fête
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine

Ne pleure pas, Léo, 
Va, porté par le vent,
Rejoindre le chagrin
D’amour et de pitiés
Dans tes rêves cachés
Pour ce moment royal
Les poètes maudits
Te saluent tout là-haut
(refrain)

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Que le temps passe vite
Mais nous, on t’oublie pas
Toi, le messie de l’âme
Arrivé de la nuit
Ami du temps présent
Tu reviendras un jour
Danser sous les étoiles

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Seront tous de la fête
Quand on verra chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viendras chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
Quand on verra chanter
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu feras danser
Verlaine avec Rimbaud

Tribute to Léo Ferré, the famous French singer who himself paid tribute to Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, two great French poets.

Don't cry, Léo,
My Léo, my friend,
Léo of passion,
Shipwrecked by life,
You change color
With Paris Canaille 
When you breathe life
And the madness of men

Chorus:
At the museum of torment,
The friends of La Neuille
Are always partying
When you come to sing us
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing us
Rimbaud and then Verlaine

Don't cry, Léo, 
Go, carried by the wind,
To join the sorrow
Of love and pity
In your hidden dreams
For this royal moment
The cursed poets
Salute you from above
(chorus)

Don't cry, Léo,
Time passes quickly
But we won't forget you
You, the messiah of the soul
Arriving from the night
Friend of the present moment
You will return one day
To dance under the stars

Chorus:
At the museum of torments
The friends of La Neuille
Will all be at the party
When we see singing
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing
Rimbaud and then Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
When we see singing
In an old tango brothel
When you make dancing
Verlaine with Rimbaud

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Ne pleure pas, Léo

Hey beautiful people!🤗
We cooked up a funky instrumental track featuring Valerio absolutely killing it on drums (not that bass and guitar are holding back). It’s called "Sticks of Funk" and we’re dropping it today to celebrate the birthday🎉 of the man who sets the beat, or keeps the groove alive, however you wanna put it.
It’s a bit different from what we usually do, and just a heads-up, the track kicks off with an old vocal sample from a funky song we never finished or released, and yeah... it might make you jump out of your seat the first time you hear it. Totally unintentional, promise.
Hope you dig it, and happy birthday Val!🎂
In the meantime, we’re working on a song inspired by an ’80s classic we recently heard at a live gig, complete with a video! We’ll share it with you in a few days.
If you feel like it, hit us up in the comments! Thanks in advance for the feedback!
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on July 13, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Sticks of Funk

Sticks of Funk (Instrumental)

This track allowed me to express a more Eastern, Buddhist philosophy of Justice.

11. Justice

Industrial

I feel Love

i feel love (short version)

CONFIRMED

geen haat love plus deze wereld hartje 146 bpm.mp3

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-dedicada-al-maestro-jesus-flores-ver-texto

GUITARRA

No sé bien cuándo fue
ni cómo ni dónde
nos vimos por primera vez
pero sí que recuerdo, 
siendo niño en el pueblo,
te miraba fijamente
y después de poseerte
mis dedos bajaban y subían
por tus cuerdas que, al tañirlas,
volaban los sonidos
que para mis oídos
eran como música celestial.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como un guardián que me resguardó
del miedo que me impedía dormir
en la penumbra de mi habitación.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como la hermana que me faltó:
tu compañía me hizo sentir
la sensación de que siempre existió.

Hoy un hombre ya soy
y nada ha cambiado
porque eres mi don y razón:
el azar quiso un día
que entraras en mi vida
para ser, hoy como ayer, mi pasión.

Guitarra, tú eres para mí
como el mejor cuerpo de mujer:
con tu presencia me haces feliz
con tus canciones me das el placer.

Guitarra, tú eres para mi
lo que de niño mi madre fue
lo que hoy en día me anima a vivir
y me prepara para mi vejez.

GUITAR

I don't know exactly when,
or how, or where
we first met,
but I do remember,
as a child in the village,
I gazed at you fixedly,
and after possessing you,
my fingers would go up and down
your strings, which, when I strummed them,
blew forth sounds
that, to my ears,
were like heavenly music.

Guitar, you were to me
like a guardian who protected me
from the fear that kept me from sleeping
in the darkness of my room.

Guitar, you were to me
like the sister I was missing:
your company made me feel
the sensation that you always existed.

Today I am a man,
and nothing has changed,
because you are my gift and reason:
chance willed one day
that you came into my life
to be, today as yesterday, my passion.

Guitar, you are to me
like the best body of a woman:
with your presence you make me happy,
with your songs you give me pleasure.

Guitar, you are to me
what my mother was as a child,
what today encourages me to live
and prepares me for my old age.

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