Once again, for this new collaboration it's a piano track I fell in love with.

I'll never thank Madokama enough for making me discover Ryuichi Sakamoto's universe through his brilliant interpretations which you can (and should) enjoy here: http://soundcloud.com/madokama

The lyrics are associations and images that the music evoked for me: just add (your own) meaning.

And, Mr Sakamoto, if you ever stumble upon this humble realization, please, don't sue us! If you think this is an offence, just consider it as a "crime of passion". ;)

You'll find the French lyrics and their English translation below.

Chanson

Music: Ryuichi Sakamoto
Piano: Madokama 
Lyrics and vocals: Yann Vienne


Et tu tournes, tu danses 
Avec les étoiles sourdes
Dedans ta tête.

Des atomes de galaxies,
Des molécules,
Tu tombes ainsi.

Une chanson là dans l'espace,
Un navire creux
Qui coule en rond.

Et c'est un vent solaire qui passe,
Déchire tes voiles,
T'emmène au fond.

Là où les serpents-chimères
S'envolent vers
Tous les éphémères.

Et là où meurent le temps, l'espace...

L'espace du temps d'un amour
Qui prend sa place
Au jour le jour.

Une constellation nouvelle,
Dans l'invisible,
Un arc-en-ciel.

Une seconde comme étirée
Qui tranche les amarres
Du passé

Un vertige que tu pensais
A jamais présent
Imparfait...

---

And you turn, you dance
With the deaf stars
Inside your head

Atoms of galaxies,
Molecules,
And that's the way you fall.

A song there in space,
A hollow ship
Sinking in circles.

And it's a solar wind that blows by,
Rips and tears your sails,
Drags you deep down.

Where chimera-snakes
Take off towards
All that is ephemeral.

There, where time and space both die...

The space of time for a love
That finds its place
One day at a time.

A new constellation,
In the invisible,
A rainbow.

A second as if stretched
That cuts off the lines
Of the past

A dizzy spell you thought
Forever imperfect
Present...





Chanson (Ryuichi Sakamoto) - Collaboration with Madokama

Second and cleaner version (for original dirty version go to http://soundcloud.com/non-sapiens/everyones-dirty).

Everyone is Dirty is a great American band I've been following on SC for a while now. This is a modest tribute to how good their songs make me feel. <3

Try them yourself: loads of great, fresh, greasy, original, indie yet indescribable really, really, really cool tunes you can listen to and download for free at https://soundcloud.com/everyoneisdirty

Lyrics:

Clock rings and I smash it down, 
Sure as hell don't wanna get up, 
Face another new day as a clown, 
For the world, clown for the fuck up.

You say, the sun is out, 
But I don't care, let me stay in. 
End is coming without a doubt 
And I don't believe in nothing I'm seein'...

Guess you should dump me now, 
Town is full of greater guys, 
Can't say that I want a row 
But neither do I wanna be nice...

God knows I love you, girl, 
You're so wild and clever and pretty, 
I'm the swine, baby, you're the pearl, 
Please, help me: everyone else is dirty...

Everyone's dirty... Everyone's dirty...

You smile and poke my side, 
Tickle me, make me laugh, feel alive, 
What good is it to fight 
In this time and age? You drive

Me wild but make me happy, 
Feelin' a bit less of a bum, 
You say, music is good for me, 
You kiss my lips and put on an album

Everyone's dirty... Everyone's dirty... 
Everyone's dirty... Everyone's dirty...

Everyone's dirty (ironically cleaner version)

This relatively cheerful melody came under my fingers today and when I came home I remembered I still had this text I had first written for someone else. I made a few adjustments and here you are: yet another song about growing old but this is one of the most positive I've composed.

Don't hesitate to let me know if you like it (or to criticise). You'll find the French lyrics and their English translation below.

The beautiful picture was found on this blog: http://flyseestay.com/see/turkey-istanbul-a-photo-essay/

Balade de fond


Tu prends le temps de mieux chercher
Tu te balades au fond des années
Tes mains se nouent mais tu souris
Tu aimes sortir même s'il fait gris

Tu joues des peurs : l'avenir est tracé
Et tu explores par les chemins passés
Les taches de son, les lumières crues
Tu revois tout ce qui n'est plus

Tu sens le temps... Tu fais ce qu'il te prend de faire
Plus si longtemps ici mais plus si solitaire

Tu vois les gens et puis leurs feintes
Et tu oublies de leur en vouloir
Tu ris... dérisoire
Tu as encore de ces étreintes

Que tu pensais enfouies
En terre et tu erres, toujours envie
Tu vas de verre en vers :
Ici et là, toujours en vie !

Tu n'oublies pas, tu ne fermes pas les yeux
Et le monde comme il va te brûle toujours un peu

Mais les sourires dessus les larmes...
Tu sais t'ouvrir sans rendre les armes
Tu prends le vent... Le vent qui vient,
Le vent d'automne, tu prends en main

La vie et tu redonnes, tu sais
Trouver les heures perdues
Comme des objets, jouets rendus
Pour rien, pour tout oublier

Tu vois que tu t'en vas mais tes veines sont gonflées
D'envie de suivre, de ne rien laisser tomber

Tu prends le temps : celui qui manquait
Tu files mais tu n'te sens plus fatigué

C'est toi qui t'es joué des années
En devenant ce vieux fou fêlé...
Tu prends le vent... Le vent qui vient,
Le vent d'automne, tu prends en main

La vie, Tu vois les gens et leurs feintes
Et tu oublies d'leur en vouloir
Et tu ris... dérisoire
Tu as encore de ces étreintes

Que tu pensais enfouies
En terre et tu erres, toujours envie
Tu vas de verre en vers :
Ici et là, toujours en vie !

Toujours en vie ! Toujours en vie...

* * *

Long-distance walker


You take the time to look better,
Taking a stroll at the end of the years
Your hands a'knotting but you are smiling
You like to go out even when the sky is grey

You play with fears: the future's mapped out
And you go exploring along the paths of yore
Brown spots and blinding lights
You can see again all that has gone

You feel the time... You do what you feel like
Not so long here any more but not so lonely either

You see people and their false pretences
And you forget to resent it all
You laugh... For it's laughable
You still have these embraces

That you had thought buried
Deep and you wander, and you still want
You go from a glass to a line
Here and there and still alive!

You don't forget or close your eyes
And the world on its way keeps hurting you a little

But the smiles covering up the tears...
You know how to open up without surrendering
You take the wind... The wind a'winding,
The wind of fall, take in your hands

The life and you return, you can
Find the lost hours
Like objects, toys given back
For nothing, to forget it all

You see yourself going but your veins are pumped full
Of the will to go on, to let go of nothing

You take the time: that time you used to be short of,
You keep on spinning but you aren't tired any more

You played a trick on time
When you turned into this loony old fool
You take the wind... The wind a'winding,
The wind of fall, take in your hands

The life and you see people and their false pretences
And you forget to resent it all
You laugh... For it's laughable
You still have these embraces

That you had thought buried
Deep and you wander, and you still want
You go from a glass to a line:
Here and there and still alive!

Still feeling and wanting! Still alive...


Balade De Fond

We're all gonna die in the end, so I decided to sing this fantabulous song by Mr Charlie Winston veeeeery slowly.

Be sure to check out (and why not buy) the original and best: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYtu-iH0DyE

Kick The Bucket - very slow Charlie Winston cover

Well, it has been a little while since I last posted a David Poe cover so here is Doxology, a song about going home for Christmas which is, of course, spot on for the season. As I sometimes do, I've translated the lyrics into French.

If you like this be sure to check out the original cos you're bound to LOVE it! It's here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32synzVhsos

And then if you want to find out more, all of David Poe's discography (except for his latest album God and the Girl) can be enjoyed for free (but also purchased, why not?) at https://davidpoe.bandcamp.com/

Original song by David Poe.
French adaptation, vocals and guitars: Yann Vienne.

Je suis rentré pour Noël,
Je suis rentré pour Noël,
Je l'ai vue depuis la route, ma maison, pas de doute,
Je suis rentré pour Noël...

Comme un retour en arrière, essayé
De réparer des barrières, vu une
Ex petite amie,
Et tous ses enfants aussi...

En une seconde encore,
J'ai tout revu alors,
J'ai tout revu alors,
Un monde sans fin ni mort...

Je suis rentré pour Noël,
Mais c'était pas si cruel,
En voiture avec ma mère,
On discutait de mon père,

Pourquoi tu n'te maries pas ? Et du coup j'accélère,
Parce que toutes mes histoires de cœur finissent en enfer...
Je ne suis plus si vert et je change comme le monde autour de moi,
Et je suis rentré là-bas...

En une seconde encore,
J'ai tout revu alors,
J'ai tout revu alors,
Un monde sans fin ni mort...

Un monde sans fin ni mort...
Un monde sans fin ni mort...
Un monde sans fin ni mort...

J'ai tout revu alors

* * *

Original lyrics:

I WENT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS 
I WENT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS 
I SAW IT FROM THE HIGHWAY 
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS 

I WENT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS 
AND TRIED TO MEND SOME FENCES 
ONE OF ALL MY OLD GIRLFRIENDS 
AND ALL OF HER CHILDREN 

AND FOR A SECOND 
I SAW IT ALL AGAIN 
I SAW IT ALL AGAIN 
WORLD WITHOUT END 

I WENT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS 
BUT IT WAS NOT SO BAD 
DRIVING WITH MY MOTHER 
TALKING ABOUT MY DAD 
& WHY DON'T I GET MARRIED 
SO I START DRIVING FASTER 
'CAUSE EVERY LOVE I'VE EVER HAD 
HAS ENDED IN DISASTER 
I AM NOT SO GREEN 
I'M CHANGING LIKE THE SCENERY 
WHEN I WENT HOME 

AND FOR A SECOND 
I SAW IT ALL AGAIN 
I SAW IT ALL AGAIN 
WORLD WITHOUT END 
WORLD WITHOUT END 
WORLD WITHOUT END 
A WORLD WITHOUT END



Doxology - David Poe Cover (with French lyrics)

I've hit a wall and lie here, wondering...

Music, lyrics, guitars and vocals: Yann Vienne

Let me go on mad cos that's all I will
Find out life is rad, let me pay the bill
Let me lose the time and make up for it
Feed me to the lions if you see fit
I will not tell you what the future is
Tell you what to do: you do what you please
I will not linger too much on the past
I will stop in the present, make it last
Does it mean a thing if I feel alone?
Do not feel lonely: I have my phone!
I will just go blind if you make me dumb
Play this deaf note till my hand is numb
Here I go now, ranting and lying again,
Will you take me down, say I'm insane?
I'm not sure I fully disagree
There's no cure to talking about me
Let me play with worlds cos that's all I feel
Mind out the absurd that I steal and peel
From my skin let me shed it all to dust
Let me shut up dead now if I must


Let Me

This is a very simple little something I'm weak enough to find pleasant to hear and infectious to play...

Open for any kind of collaboration. My recording is very lo-fi but can be made (slightly) better if need be.

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals: Yann Vienne

Walking again but nothing's the same,
Nothing at all can help: now you've gone, now you've gone...

I will go out but I will not shout,
For once I'll shut up and listen: now you've gone, now you've gone...

Now you've gone...

Maybe one day, it will all go away,
There'll be no wrong but right now you've gone, now you've gone...

Now you've gone, now you've gone...


Now You've Gone - Open for collaboration

Michel Martineau passed away today.

As it happens we were working on a fourth collab. But considering he never got to okay the latest version of the lyrics I'd written for his beautiful track Three-note samba (https://soundcloud.com/michel-martineau/three-notes-samba), I decided to lay some music of my own over them... 

I don't believe in ghosts but I love the poetry in the idea that some departed ones sometimes come back and look at the ones they had to leave behind, wife, children, grandchildren, friends... Surrounding us like three notes of music in the air. That's not exactly what the song was to be about. That's what it is. I wish you could have added just three notes of your own to it too, Michel. But maybe, if I listen very carefully...

Edit: Since I posted this, Michel's idea for the song has finally come to be with the help of Vocalatti, Peter Bennborn and the blessing of Michel's family: https://soundcloud.com/vocalatti/three-note-samba

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals: Yann Vienne

Three notes for you... free in the morning sun,
Gold, green and blue,
Is all that I want to sing,
Is all that it takes to bring me back (to...)

You ask me why
Three notes and I smile
30 years with you and I feel alive
And I feel like I will keep...
Keep on loving you

One is for now
And one for the past,
One is for the future: the dice are cast
Our children's children run and smile:
They smile at you

Three notes for you... free in the morning sun,
Gold, green and blue,
Is all that I want to sing,
Is all that it takes to bring me back (to...)

Three notes for you:
I've gone, it's true, into the blue,
I'm just a spirit, here to stare,
I'm just these three notes in the air, hangin' there...

One for the heart
And one for the start
One for never, ever bein' apart...
I keep on seeing you
And I keep on playin'!

One is for me
And one is for you
One is for Brazil and the ocean too:
These three notes in the air, I'll keep on loving!


Three Notes For You (In memory of Michel Martineau)

Just a "lo-fi rêverie" about taking strolls on the city roofs at night... Yeah, like a cat.

The blurry cover art is taken from Frank and Bom's great comics Broussaille (Volume 3, La Nuit du Chat). You can purchase it here and it's well worth it: https://www.amazon.fr/Broussaille-LA-NUIT-DU-CHAT/dp/2800116935

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals: Yann Vienne

Des fois j'aim'rais bien marcher sur les toits
Glisser sur les tuiles la nuit entière,
Jouer comme une ombre au milieu des chats,
Défier l'équilibre au bord des gouttières,

Pouvoir m'élever au-dessus de tout ça,
Eclairé d'en bas par les réverbères,
Etoilé d'en haut par la lune et sa
Douceur tamisée jetée sur la Terre...

Plus rien ne compterait alors
Que cette noirceur teintée d'or
Que ce satin sous mes pas
Que de passer de toit en en toit

J'imagine le vent, la vie aux fenêtres,
Les moments intimes que je volerais
Avoir tout le temps, comme qui vient de naître,
Connaître l'infini, de tout dénué,

Aller indécent, sans ni dieu ni maître,
Tutoyant l'éther comme un échappé,
En électron libre sans plus se soumettre,
Fort peu motivé à s'faire rattraper...

Plus rien ne compterait alors
Que cette noirceur teintée d'or
Que ce satin sous mes pas
Que de passer de toit en en toit...
Que de passer de toit en en toit...

Tellement d'illusions au fond de ma tête,
Tellement d'envie de se détacher,
Je sais bien au fond que c'est un peu bête : (une)
Manière comme une autre d'encore se cacher,

Mais si toi tu viens, si on fait une secte,
On pourra quand même un peu s'amuser,
Se foutre des cons aux sourires infects,
Qui rient de nous voir nous abuser...

Des fois j'aim'rais bien marcher sur les toits
Glisser sur les tuiles la nuit entière,
Jouer comme une ombre au milieu des chats...

Pouvoir m'élever au-dessus de tout ça...
Etoilé d'en haut par la lune et sa
Douceur tamisée jetée sur la Terre...




Sur Les Toits

Short and stupid selfish Sunday song...

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals: Yann Vienne

Quand le monde m'appelle trop fort
Pour l'aider à déménager,
J'ai tendance, tendance à faire le mort,
A prendre mon sac pour aller nager,

Je m'oublie, j'abandonne mon corps,
Je sais bien l'art de le ménager
Et je mouille ici ou dans d'autres ports
Que dans les rades des enragés...

J'ai piscine, j'imagine
Une humanité plus sereine,
Plus câline, enfantine,
Qui se laisserait flotter dans le zen...

J'ai piscine, je décline
Tous les accusatifs et puis les haines,
Comme un signe, j'ai piscine
Et les enfants qui se démènent...

J'ai piscine...

J'ai Piscine

A very quick and very short Sunday morning song.

It is so because this is Sunday July 17th 2016, 3 days after and I have very little to say.

But also (on a lighter note) because it's all barre chords and I'm feeling lazy.

Cover art from http://www.hongkiat.com/blog/stunning-black-wallpapers-for-your-desktop/

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals: Yann Vienne

Bring me out and make me breathe, make it leave,
Shut the darkness for a while...
I will grow then I will go back down below,
No longer a frightened child..


Bring Me Out

Un moment de calme entre comique et pastiche, vécu et idéalisé...

Musique, paroles, guitares et chant : Yann Vienne

Pas de chance, t'as vu ? Il pleut,
On va rester près du feu,
Vautrés sur le sofa
Avec les deux gros chats,

On va pas faire grand chose,
Savourer à petites doses
Le ciel gris dans le soir,
Y'a vraiment rien à voir...

Pas de chance, on est en vacances
Et la maison est rangée,
Je sais à quoi tu penses :
Mes copies sont corrigées,

J'ai même pris un peu d'avance,
Tous mes cours sont préparés,
Ça fait drôle, quand on y pense,
D'avoir le temps de s'ennuyer...

Quelques jours restent au compteur,
Pas de chance, faut en profiter,
Zapper un peu toutes les peurs
Et juste se laisser aller,

Lundi ce sera les secondes,
Les premières et puis les term',
J'entends le tonnerre qui gronde...
J'écoute trop Vincent Delerm !

Pas de chance

My first tango ever. Of course this is more a would-be funny sort of tango (fans of Boris Vian will probably notice a little similitude with "Le Tango des Bouchers"). So this is about death but it's not meant to be sad, take this as realistic dark humour... Or leave it.

Oh, and if you are a tango specialist please don't crucify me, once again, this is for fun, really.

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals, Yann Vienne

C'est le tango du petit verre de trop, le pas de deux de la dernière bouffée,
C'est quand tu cours devant des taureaux, que tu te vautres dans l'escalier,
C'est le mari cocu, jaloux, furieux ou l'autobus qui roule un peu trop vite,
C'est un éclair, te rôtissant des cieux ou bien cette vieille salope de méningite !
C'est le tango du croco affamé, la danse ultime de l'artère rétrécie,
Celle encore du staphylocoque doré, c'est l'avalanche sournoise qui t'estourbit,
Les freins qui flanchent en haut du Tourmalet ou encore une bête arête de poisson,
Le monoxyde qui s'en vient sans crier... Gare aux ennemis et gare à leur poison !
C'est la fin de ce qui est bien, c'est la fin de ce qui est vain,
La fin de tout ce qui nous retenait sur cette terre de baisers en pieds d'nez...
C'est le tango des cent mille pendus depuis Judas, le twist des suicidés,
Quelques accords pour chanter ce qui fut involontaire ou bien prémédité,
L'avion qui tombe pour un oui, pour un non, la petite veine qui lâche dans le cerveau,
C'est salmonelles ou bien c'est champignons, c'est ça le sens du fatal tango !
C'est la fin de ce qui est bien, c'est la fin de ce qui est vain,
La fin de tout ce qui nous retenait sur cette terre de baisers en pieds d'nez...
C'est le tango qu'ici j'assassine juché sur mes quarante-cinq printemps,
La vue est belle du haut de la colline, l'ennui c'est que ça descend maintenant,
Alors je peux chanter la mort qui vient mais n'est-ce pas au fond perdre mon temps ?
Elle m'invit'ra un beau jour, c'est certain : faisons-lui donc la nique en attendant !
Faisons-lui donc la nique en attendant ! Faisons-lui donc la nique en attendant !

Fatal Tango

Didn't feel like going to bed so I committed this...

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals: Yann Vienne

Deprimed Song

Sad, sad, sad Saturday night song.. or is it? Choose how you understand the final line...

Note: I hereby acknowledge that on the same theme, Brel's "Orly" is a million times better than this. At least...

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals: Yann Vienne

We're sitting on a bench, the sun is shining high,
You take my hand and clench it, something's about to die,

Summer's in the air, you're all I need to know,
I feel a fright, I feel a scare, I'll have to let you go...

Guess I can see the train, so we've run out of time,
I'm looking at a stain, oh, should I toss a dime?

You say it won't be long, only a year or so,
Why do I hum this song, why do I have to go?

I'm drowning in the stream, I should take you away,
Maybe it's all a dream: I'm gonna wake up, hey?

You kiss my face and smile, say I love you and rise,
The girl at the turnstile with kaleidoscopic eyes,

I guess it must be you, about to turn away... 
I guess it must be you, about to turn away... 

You kiss my face and smile, say I love you and rise,
The girl at the turnstile (with) kaleidoscopic eyes,

I guess it must be you, about to turn away,
I guess it must be you... that's decided to stay...

I Guess It Must Be You - Open for collaboration

L'année dernière nous avions fait une version française de la chanson de David Poe "The Drifter". Nous avons récidivé avec son formidable "Like a storm" traduit cette fois par Kennou qui chante également. Comme notre reprise a plu à l'auteur nous nous permettons de la poster.
Si notre version vous plaît vous adorerez l'original, c'est garanti, c'est le deuxième morceau de l'album Shadowland en écoute gratuite ici : http://davidpoe.bandcamp.com/album/shadowland-music-for-pilobolus


David Poe's Like a storm (French version)

Hi,

My collaborations are still at the following pages: 
https://soundcloud.com/non-sapiens-and-ko 
https://soundcloud.com/ns-hugo
https://soundcloud.com/spidersapiens

But most of them end up being reposted here anyway...

Apart from these, I sometimes repost stuff from others that I've particularly liked but I only do so for 24 hours so as not to clog my own stream too much (nostalgic sigh for old SC...).

And who am I exactly, then? Well, my name's Yann Vienne and I'm a French teacher of English living in Alsace, near Germany. My hobby is to write and perform simple little songs in French and English and since discovering Soundcloud to post them for everyone to hear and my ego to inflate. My wife and some friends appear on certain tracks. 

Please don't hesitate to leave a comment, be it positive or negative. And for regular updates you can visit my Facebook page (and "like" it if you please) at : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Non-Sapiens/231217246890785?sk=wall

Bonjour,

Je m'appelle Yann Vienne, je suis prof d'anglais et je vis en Alsace. Mon hobby ? Composer de petites chansons sans prétention, les enregistrer avec les moyens du bord et poster ces petits brouillons sur Soundcloud. Et depuis quelques mois j'ai un VRAI groupe que vous pouvez écouter ici : https://soundcloud.com/nonsapienslive

Non Sapiens

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