One music and two songs: Icare or Tarot. Which one do you prefer?

BT - 01 - Tarot

09 - Mes - Rochers

Welcome To Paris!
En vidéo sur YT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqNudAlU6ak

08 - Paris - Des - Gueux

About English coasts...From Brighton with Love!

03 - Falaise

Première chanson. Our first song

Translation:
CAFFEINE
You promised me a coffee,
An espresso close to you,
A lungo by your side,
And sleepless nights in your embrace.
And thanks to you, caffeine,
Adrenaline, and insomnia
Took on a paradise-like air,
Of happy days, of blessed times.
I'm more a fan of Chinese tea,
but I’d gladly be converted
To the pleasures of caffeine,
To all the charms of Italy.
You promised me a coffee,
And countless sugary delights,
So many treats to savor,
Your voice to keep me warm.
Because of you, caffeine,
With bold and intimate aromas,
Fills my heart with memories,
And every night now I sigh.
I'm more a fan of Chinese tea,
but I’d gladly be converted
To the pleasures of caffeine,
To all the charms of Italy.
You promised me a coffee,
An espresso close to you,
A lungo by your side,
And sleepless nights in your embrace.
Now my nights are nothing but
Synonyms for sadness and insomnia;
Those coffees, that caffeine –
Your invitation, I decline.
I'm more a fan of Chinese tea,
I no longer wish to be converted
To the pleasures of caffeine –
Gone are the charms of Italy.

Délestage

01 - Cafeine (with translation)

Pot au noir :zone météorologique instable, où les vents sont changeants et difficiles à prévoir. # Doldrums: unstable meteorological zone where the winds are changeable and difficult to forecast.

The Doldrums
I’m no Vasco de Gama,
I’m nothing like a Genoese sailor.
My horizon Is blocked,
The story hasn’t moved forward
My life looks like,
Believe me, I swear,
My life looks like
The doldrums.
In my shell, it pitches and rolls
Since you left,
And methodically, I sink,
I’m quite borderline.
Always the same horizon,
A line of "I love you"
That forms a whirlpool
And pulls me down.
My life looks like,
Believe me, I swear,
My life looks like
The doldrums.
I’ve wasted my strength and my breath,
The weight of the air suffocates me.
I throw my heart overboard,
And leave it all to fate.
I can escape the traps,
The ocean protects me.
It knows how to dissolve sorrow,
It knows how to console sailors.
My life looks like,
Believe me, I swear,
My life looks like
The doldrums.
I’m no Vasco de Gama,
I’m nothing like a Genoese sailor.
The horizon is starting to move,
The water is starting to stir.
I’m sailing beyond,
Believe me, I swear,
I’m sailing beyond
The doldrums.

Pot au noir

Hommage à une amie disparue.

Consolation

A little more tenderness,
I need it so much.
Look,  sister,
See what I've become—
A shadow without flame,
Drowned in disgust,
A puppet without a soul,
Everything weeps, everything is blurred.
Hold me in your arms,
And together let’s find again,
You know, this consolation.
Come into my arms,
And together let’s find again,
You know, this consolation.
The sea has receded,
Silently and fearlessly.
The waves have carved
Our cheeks and our hearts.
Suddenly orphaned,
The pebbles roll and crackle
On the soft sand,
Inviting us to unite.
Hold me in your arms,
And together let’s find again,
You know, this consolation.
Come into my arms,
And together let’s find again,
You know, this consolation.
A little more tenderness,
I need it so much.
Look, sister,
See what I’ve become.
It’s time to embrace,
To accept the sorrows,
To sing our prayers
For the living and the dead.
Hold me in your arms
And together let’s find again,
You know, this consolation.
Held tight in our arms,
From chrysalis to butterfly,
Let’s find consolation again.

Consolation

J'ai vraiment vu tout ça. J'ai vraiment rien compris.
I really saw all that. I really didn't understand anything.

Tout ça

Hommage à Nick Hornby...Tribute To Nick Hornby's novel : "How to be good"
NICKY

How to be good /How to do right
We all know life’s hard to bear sometimes
Did you feel good /Did you feel right
Don’t you think we were in hell last night?

And so Nicky told me
Answers aren’t so easy
good is a spiderweb
for little men like me
Good fellows nice chaps
Feel ashamed  and sophists 
May be not the right activists

 2  How did you feel 
When you cheated on me
Were you sorry
 I  felt guilty
Take a deep breath
Try to move on
Life’s so easy to bear 
Let’s see what’s going on

 3 I’m not so callous
And you’re not mean of course
Our confessions
aren’t the only option
Selfish or kind
I really don’t mind
Strong and fair
That’s what I really care

How to be good /How to do right
We all know life’s hard to bear sometimes

Nicky

Au bord de la Méditerranée, les pêcheurs n'ont plus grand chose à pêcher...
On the shores of the Mediterranean, the fishermen have very little left to catch now...

The Nets
Dozing on my chair,
Often without company,
Nothing to do, for here I am
A prisoner of the narrow lanes.
From afar, the sea still looks beautiful,
But the wind, the crossings are gone.
Everything’s shrunk and packed away,
No nets left to cast 

In front of my door,
I am so old,
This cruel port bores me,
Its empty boats too.
I’ve lost my appetite,
I watch the cats go by,
As skinny as I am.

Anchors and nets
For decoration,
Dry, frayed ropes,
The scent of the sea has vanished.
I’ve lost my friends,
I watch the men go by,
As dark as I am.
Dozing on my chair,
Often without company,
Nothing to do, for here I am,
A prisoner of the narrow lanes.
From afar, the sea still looks beautiful,
But the wind, the crossings are gone.
Everything’s shrunk and packed away,
The nets are cast.

Les filets

A Naples, au fond des rues, on aperçoit le Vésuve, calme, endormi... Qui sait quand il se réveillera...
A Napoli si vede il Vesuvio quasi dapertutto...Dorme o no?

The Vesuvius
Side by side they walk
On this winding path,
Clinging to the hillside,
In the distance, the trembling sea…
Everything is calm and serene,
Spring's fragrance in the air.
They walk hand in hand,
And in the distance, Vesuvius…
The path is easy,
For two souls so wise.
Useless questions
Are not part of the journey.

Yet their hearts tighten,
And their hands slip apart,
Their gazes turn away,
Just steps from Vesuvius…
The past is fragile,
Precious but useless,
At the end of the trail,
Of dust and remnants…

These are their last words,
These are their last steps,
Unexpected vastness—
Before us, Vesuvius…

Le Vésuve

We are stronger than we thought...
On est plus fort qu'on ne le pense...

We're not new in town.
We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
Take the time to see clearly 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can cheat with us     
We're not new in town.

For the warrior’s rest
The shopkeeper’s smile
To seek equality, I choose to take an inventary
For our peace of mind
A whole sanitary cordon
To live lightly, I’m in, you know
The pretty advertisements
Sorry, it’s too expensive
After swallowing too much, we end up choking
The dresses and the fashion shows
Glass slippers
The beauty standards
well Packaged but vulgar
We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
Take the time to see clearly 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can keep talking
We're not new in town.
In the face of adversity
For the lonely hearts
A touch of humanity with a penchant for solidarity
In the face of mediocrity
To protect the earth
A burst of qualities with revolutionary accents
We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
Take the time to see clearly 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can bawl and yell
We're not new in town.
A slice of humble pie
And years of hardship
Work may be health, but let’s not push grandpa too hard
The body and the users
intermediate bodies
Sucked into the tunnel –vacuum -dust -dust

We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
 Lay it all out on the ground 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can speechify     
We're not new in town.
We have to take everything apart
Put everything right back
We have to take everything apart
Then sit down on the ground
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can sweet talk with us
We're not new in town.

Pas nés d'hier

Non Anniversaire

You are stronger than you thought...
Vous êtes plus fort que vous ne le pensez...

The Tiger

Soft sofas, whispers of "I love you,"
Will we always stay the same?
Hidden under our costumes,
Who’s hiding in these folds?

By your side for so long,
Life is sweet, calm, and yet—
You think I'm frail, delicate,
But I’m a bit Hyde and Jekyll.

I feel a tiger in my chest,
Purring while I brood,
A tiger as gentle as a lamb,
That keeps me warm.

It always moves with me,
Supports me when you're not here,
And when I pet its head,
I regain my strength.

You call me your "sweetie," your "baby,"
But sometimes I have other instincts.

Don't worry, it ‘ s quite docile
Even if it growls sometimes,
I know it only wants my good,
I feel its muscles beneath my hands.

It slips down to my feet,
To sleep, and I feel safe.
It stands guard, it shows off,
And gently brushes against my skin.

You have no reason to be jealous,
Between us, it's crazy love.
I'm no longer that fragile thing—
It's a true metamorphosis.

I feel a tiger in my chest,
It’s jumping and I light up,
I live life like a rodeo,
I've found my spirit animal-ego.

I feel a tiger in my chest,
Purring while I brood,
A tiger as gentle as a lamb,
That keeps me warm.

Le tigre

Inspirés par les magnifiques citronniers de Crète...
Inspired by wonderful Greek lemon trees

Under the Lemon Tree

Sitting under the lemon tree,
I was leafing through the newspapers
Nothing new beneath the cobblestones,
And the river has run dry.
Always the same old stories
In these sad pages
I’m in such need of calm,
Of caresses on my cheeks.
And under the lemon tree, you’re watching
This world turned upside down,
You have everything to please me.
Fingers stained black from the paper,
A mind swarming with distractions.
I breathed in the lemon tree,
A bitter taste on my tongue.
Not in a rush to lock myself away,
I’d rather get some fresh air,
Dream beneath its velvety leaves,
Softened at its feet.

Under its shade I once tasted
The flavor of love and time.
Tomorrow’s life so pale,
Tomorrow’s life so fade,
So fade.
And under the lemon tree, you’re watching
This world turned upside down,
You have everything to please me.
Busy watching
The people passing by, with nose up,
It seems they’ve forgotten
How to keep their feet on the ground.
Figs and jasmine nearby
Greet us in the wind,
they will carry away our words,
Backward, forward.
And under the lemon tree, you’re watching
This world turned upside down,
You have everything to please me.

Sous le citronnier

Amour déçu...quoique...// Lost love?...maybe not...

Gare de l’Est (At Paris East station)

Gare de l’Est, lying in ambush,
My body, patriotic,
Ready to sacrifice itself
For a stolen kiss.
The sky is threatening,
Like your last message
That I read a hundred times
In the midst of the crowd.
Like a soldier at attention,
I wait for you, I’m losing my mind.
No way, I won’t return
To Metz Without a promise.
My paced hundred steps
Don’t calm these voices
That softly repeat
I missed my chance.
It’s night now,
And the wind has risen.
I could lie down
Forever on this bench.
Like a soldier at attention,
I wait for you, I’m losing my mind.
No way, I won’t return
To Metz Without a promise.
Then the storm breaks,
Windows glisten,
Sweaty brow, flushed cheeks,
Sweat a salty taste.
If you don’t come,
If you’ve turned the page,
I can’t even imagine—
I ‘m losing my courage.
Like a soldier at attention,
I wait for you, I’m losing my mind.
No way, I won’t return
To Metz Without a promise.
I’d like to bring to light
A mirage from the mist,
A whirlwind of joy,
Your marvelous face.
“But she won’t come anymore,”
Says this stranger.
I turn around—
A goddess—
And I’m struck down.

Gare de l'Est

"Ne prenez pas la vie trop au sérieux, de toute façon vous n'en sortirez pas vivant." De Fontenelle
‘Don't take life too seriously, you won't get out alive anyway.’ De Fontnelle

TRANSLATION TEST

ALL MY TIME

To love you and tell you so
To release the kites, 
Without trying to hold them back, 
I have all my time

To die drop by drop
Suffer from toothaches
Choke by the roadside
No need to worry so much
You can change road you know
Turn aside when the time is right
Go beyond the doubts
Walk through the fields

To love you and tell you so
let the kites fly
let them make us dizzy
I have all my time
I have all my time
I have all my time

Don’t try to cling
To your oversized melodrama ego
Let go of the details
search for the one thing that matters
Where is your blue sky?
How does your child’s heart beat?
What are your instincts telling you?
Don’t try…
To love you and tell you so
To release the kites 
Without trying to hold them back 
I have all my time
I have all my time
I have all my time

Escape the routine
Live another life now
Slide through the landscape
Swim against the current
Or under a twisted tree
Dream of endings and beginnings
Write the story, live with boredom
Get lost in the clouds
To love you and tell you so
let the kites fly
let them make us dizzy
I have all my time
I have all my time
I have all my time

Tout mon temps

Montez à bord de notre pédalo!
Jump on our pedalboat!

Lyrics (translation test) Climatic ballad!

It’s not normal
It’s way too hot
Tropical days for everyone
Glaciers melting too soon
The southern lands already drowned
We’re cutting down trees / we’re digging underwater
Only To stuff one animal
In our not-so-global fishbowl
Soon, no stream will flow anymore
 On my banjo
I couldn’t care less 
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
On my banjo
I’m trying hard
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
Despite tropical cyclones
They invite you to dance on cruise ships
In the newspaper, on the radio
They praise the frugal, they sell you the warehouse
Turn on the AC, switch on the fan
Or play Russian roulette at the casino
We all want to die as eco-friendly men
But not too fast, as Georges sang at Bobino
On my pedal boat
I’m the one pedaling 
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat
I’m trying hard
No more birds, no more cicadas
A banal depressing ballad
Great fatigue from these scenarios
Wanting to bury my head in the sand
Dancing a ballet of daft ostriches 
On my banjo I’m hurting myself
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat, I’m the one pedaling
When there’s no more water, we’ll all be in the hold

Balade climatique - Bossa

Montez à bord de notre pédalo ! Jump on our pedalboat !

Lyrics (translation test) Climatic ballad!

It’s not normal
It’s way too hot
Tropical days for everyone
Glaciers melting too soon
The southern lands already drowned
We’re cutting down trees / we’re digging underwater
Only To stuff one animal
In our not-so-global fishbowl
Soon, no stream will flow anymore
On my banjo
I couldn’t care less
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
On my banjo
I’m trying hard
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
Despite tropical cyclones
They invite you to dance on cruise ships
In the newspaper, on the radio
They praise the frugal, they sell you the warehouse
Turn on the AC, switch on the fan
Or play Russian roulette at the casino
We all want to die as eco-friendly men
But not too fast, as Georges sang at Bobino
On my pedal boat
I’m the one pedaling
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat
I’m trying hard
No more birds, no more cicadas
A banal depressing ballad
Great fatigue from these scenarios
Wanting to bury my head in the sand
Dancing a ballet of daft ostriches
On my banjo I’m hurting myself
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat, I’m the one pedaling
When there’s no more water, we’ll all be in the hold

Balade Climatique - Reggae

Lovesong légère subventionnée par Monsieur Meubles...
Love ballad subsidised by a famous French furniture shop...: I wish I were a chair...

Here I try a translation in english for those who want to know what this is about...
#lyrics

I wish I were a chair
To hold you in my arms
You’d be sitting at ease
At meal times
At tea time I would be
right in the living room
the perfect option
For your conversation

If we fancy a nap
we’ll change continents
Switch from Louis XVI
To a swinging hammock 
I will take you all in
On the braided fabric
I will gently rock you 
From your head to your toes

When bedtime comes
My velvet backrest
Would make you want
To talk about love
Your gaze resting
On my satin arms,
what a Privilege, intrewined
Until the morning comes


But you should beware
If you move too much
If you get restless
seeking for something new
maybe something better
Here is my hypothesis
You might one day fall down
Fall down from this chair

Small couch or Méridienne 
Or charming sofa
No matter the divan
As long as bliss is here
Both of us lying down
Under the soft duvet
Slowly falling asleep
Breathing in the thrill

Je voudrais être une chaise

La question ne se pose pas (..): il y a trop de vent.  Boris Vian  😉😉😉

English translation (very very far from perfect...🥵)

How do people face it
How do they do
walking alone on this string
Straight ahead
Without a net, unattached, without motive
Without a breath, without looking, almost invisible
How do people face it
How do they do
 thinking of happy days, days gone by
Without sorrow, without regret, or bitterness
It all happened so fast, moon after moon
I mustn't bend
Too far forward
Because each time it triggers
A hurricane
I mustn't explore
that question
Because each time it triggers
some twisting winds
How do people face it
How do they do
loving so deeply, often wrongly
Unwisely
Challenging fate, time and all grudges
Seeking eternity for each one
How do people face it
How do they do
I often think about this and
I often bow
I follow the motion that draws in and bewitches
I am the species that glides down the slide
I mustn't bend
Too far forward
Because each time it triggers
A hurricane
I mustn't explore
that question
Because each time it triggers
some twisting winds

Passages

Comment font les gens ?

Pour affronter le morne mois de novembre, nous vous proposons une chanson légère et sautillante qui parlera à votre âme d'enfant!
To face the gloomy month of November, we offer you a light and lively song that will speak to your inner child!
(PS In France , fairground carousels offer children the chance to grab a pompom. Whoever catches it wins a free ride!)

MICKEY 'S TAIL
In the cinema of childhood
one can get bored hard
But sometimes, a lucky moment—
A day at the fairground.
Raising and lowering the plane,
With an easy lever,
The precious rag in our hands,
And our eyes light up.

All our victories are trivial,
But what joy in that sensation,
taking oneself for the hero,
feeling like Santos-Dumont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

At the age of love’s parades,
Turning and dancing in discos,
All the dancers spinning round,
Looking to make a conquest.
beating around the bush
Awkward and clumsy,
when smiles finally meet,
 The ship can sail.

All our stories are temporary,
But what joy in that sensation,
feeling handsome in the mirror,
feeling like Alain Delon.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Life, it’s a true lottery,
The wheel turns and leaves us dizzy
Losers or superheroes,
We swing from laughter to tears.
But when I’m with you,
I’m five years old, I feel that joy
Of a child who’s struck it rich,
Who’s just grabbed the moon 

All our memories are illusions,
But what joy in that sensation,
Skipping alone down the sidewalks,
Feeling like Patrick Dupont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

La queue du Mickey (translated)

“Rien n'est plus vivant qu'un souvenir.” F G Lorca   --  "There is nothing more alive than a memory."F G Lorca

Everyone's neighborhood

Wake Me Up in April!

Cri du coeur d'habitants du nord de la France ...automne-hiver 24-25
Cry from the heart from the people of the north of France...autumn-winter 24-25

TRANSLATION (attempt)
Wake Me Up in April

Outside, it's too dirty, too grim
Sidewalks, men’s suits, fog and clouds
layers of gray all around
I'd rather stay hidden in here

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I feel better under the quilt
Than on the pavement, the asphalt
I can smell scents of feathers
Forget the wind and the snowflakes

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I’m just a little junk turtle 
When the sun tickles gently
The soft cotton of my sheets
I will slip out of my shell

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Now I’ve smoothed all my bumps
And regained my strength
I shake out all my lace
I hear the bells ringing!

Réveillez-moi en avril (with translation)

Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

Hommage à Quincy Jones, au regard si triste et si émouvant- 
A tribute to Quincy Jones whose eyes are so sad and so moving

All About Quincy

Personne n'est atteint du syndrome de l'imposteur ici, mais il existe de  vrais imposteurs qu'on peut  croiser parfois...
No one here suffers from imposter syndrome, but there are genuine imposters all around, and we sometimes encounter one of them...

TRANSLATION - THE IMPOSTOR
I'm this close to confessing everything
I ‘ve nothing to do with it 
It was all fake, rigged, cunning
I did nothing wrong, but I did nothing right 

I thought It was totally in my wheelhouse 
but this time I must admit
It's just a web of lies
I might give up as well

I'm this close to going to confession
To tell everything to the first one to go by
But if someone coax me a little
I hold on to my bad faith, and it works

I thought It was totally in my wheelhouse 
but this time I must admit
It's just a web of lies
I might give up as well

By twisting the truth in my brain
I ended up believing my own nonsense
Pious wishes / head in the clouds / time has come
To resume my life as an impostor

L'imposteur (with translation)

Une petite chanson d'amour légère pour passer l'été...Le thème des marguerites et de l'amour est un peu éculé mais on s'y est frottés quand même....C'est si joli les marguerites...
A light-hearted love song to get you through the summer... The theme of daisies and love is a bit hackneyed, but we went for it anyway... Daisies are so pretty...

The Daisy Hill
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom
We loved a little and a little more
What if we dared say we love no more?
As the daisies softly tell us
Love quietly begins to crumble
If you must leave me tomorrow
Climb up here without a doubt
Where petals dance and whirl
Come give me one last thrill 
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom
All the flowers are like my sisters
Wild among the rocks they grow
They know how to suffer and to sing
Even smile at passing strangers
My heart will not be torn apart
If on this hill you say goodbye
I’ll find the strength to stand tall
Among the daisies, not alone 
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom

la colline aux marguerites (with translation)

Ma maison/My house:  un rêve, un cauchemar, une petite balade du côté du Cap Vert ;
a dream, a mightmare,  a little tune near Cape Verde

My House 
I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light
…
In the living room
there were mirrors to make me pretty
sofas and lace everywhere
Persian rugs , watercolor paintings
porcelain cups with little flowers

In the garden
there were children and songs
little huts and hedgehogs’ hiding spots
friends passing through all year long
and colors swirling all around

I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left 
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light

In the bedroom
there were pillows and feather duvets
bouquets of perfume that smelled so sweet
long white sheets for fabulous nights 
and others for the end of life

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light

My house
is just a few walls made of concrete
gray everywhere, from floor to ceiling
mushrooms growing even without rain
at night the cockroaches find shelter there

The garden
is now the kingdom of trash
Rubble, bicycle and car carcasses
Climbing frames like prisons
Rats …running across the grass

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light


Ma Maison (with translation)

(WITH TRANSLATION) On a tenté une chanson disco... sans doute raté...mais au moins on espère qu'elle vous fera sautiller dans votre salon! 
We tried our hand at a disco song... probably failed... but at least we hope it will make you dance around your living room!

I’ve left scattered All around the house
Some ridiculous poems Drawings and songs
You’re never too much of a child, never innocent enough
You know me, I try everything, just in case, just in case
I’ve left in a notebook a bunch of admissions
Lists of supplies and full confession
You’re never too cautious, never prepared enough
You know me, I think of everything, just in case, just in case
Just in case I were to go mad
Just in case I became a nun
Just in case I left it all behind
Just in case, I played hopscotch
Just in case I reached the sky
Just in case I lost everything
I’ve left a few messages on magnetic tapes
Some pathetic farewells, sayings from great sages
You’re never too cautious, never eloquent enough
You know me, I’ll say everything, just in case, just in case
Just in case I were to go mad
Just in case I became a nun
Just in case I left it all behind
Just in case, I played hopscotch
Just in case I reached the sky
Just in case I lost everything

Au cas où  (Just in case)

Caféine is a French songs duo (Jo and Cathie) with Original, hand-crafted compositions ;- ) Every kind of collaboration welcome!  Work in progress ! songs to enjoy with your morning coffee!
All songs are 100% homemade, handmade, without AI, so it takes us time and the result is 1) uneven and 2) debatable in terms of content and technique. Thank you for your support if you like one or more songs!
Caféine est un duo (Jo et Cathie) de chanson française de compositions originales et artisanales! Toute collaboration est la bienvenue!  - Chansons douces ou vitaminées à déguster avec le café du matin! 
Toutes les chansons sont 100% fait maison, fait main, sans IA, et donc cela nous prend du temps et le résultat est 1-inégal 2-discutable sur le fond et la technique. Merci pour votre soutien si une ou plusieurs chansons vous plaisent!

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