Sidonie

Picture is from here.

Sidonie is a Spanish band from Barcelona. It was formed in the late 90's and at first the lyrical language was mostly English but after album Fascinado (2005) it's been Spanish. 

The members are: Axel Pi (drums, bongos, tablas), Jesús Senra (bass,  vocals, sitar, guitar, main composer) and Marco Ros (main lyricist, vocals, guitar, bass guitar). They discribe Sidonie as a surrealist, psychedelic pop and psychedelic rock band. According to Sidonie the influeces comes from the Beatles, Rollings Stones, Bowie and Pink Floyd.

First album "Dragonfly" was released in 2000 and the latest "El incendio" ("The fire") in 2009.

This song is my very favourite of Sidonies songs. The basic plot of the song: A boy tries to tell a girl he's in love with her but awkwardly he falls right in front of her with his sad daisy bouquet. She thinks he's crazy and is afraid of him and calls the cops and the boy has never courage to say "I love you". It's simple and easy but so fun AND sad to listen. I'm very fond of songs which are stories that really work. You can hear that some songs are foced to specific rimes to be perfect stories but Sidonie has done it so perfect. Not too short, not too many and hard phrases.

Check also: Jardín polar ("Polar garden"), El incendio ("The fire"),Los Olvidados("The forgotten ones"), Nueva York ("New York"), Un día mas en la vida(feat. Zahara) ("One day more in life"),  Giraluna (Girasol would be"Sunflower" so Giraluna is "Moonflower"), Sidonie goes to London, Viva el loco que inventó el amor ("Long live the one who invented the love"), lyrics, Interview (in Spanish), Another interview (also in Spanish), Interview (in Catalan), Fascinado (live in ipop tve2) ("Fascinated"), MySpace, Live performance.

EN MI GARGANTA

Es el día de la cita
te he traído margaritas
del jardín de mi casero
Te quiero!

En la plaza de repente
yo te veo entre la gente
me resbalo caigo al suelo
Te quiero!

Te tiendo la mano
y te ofrezco triste ramo
te apartas un poco
y me dices que estoy loco.

*Está en mi garganta

Está en mi garganta
Me está cortando y sangra

Me está cortando y sangra
Me ahoga el te quiero que jamás podré decir.*

Yo te hablo y me atraganto
estoy temblando quedo en blanco
tu me hablas yo no entiendo
Te quiero!

En las ramblas ya eres mia
tu has gritado policía
me he escondido en el puerto
Te quiero!

Espero la calma
mientras tu crucero zarpa
Agito un pañuelo
digo adiós a la que quiero.

*Está en mi garganta...*

IN MY THROAT

It's the day of the date

I've brought you daisies

From my home garden

I love you!

Suddenly on the square

I see you among the people

I slip and fall to the ground

I love you!

And to you 

I hand a sad bouquet

You draw away little

And to me you say that I'm crazy

*It is in my throat

It is in my throat

It's killing me and I bleed

It's killing me and I bleed

I suppress the "I love you"

That I never can say

I talk to you and the words get stuck

I'm shaking and I turn into white

You talk to me and I don't understand

I love you!

At market streets you are mine

You yelled the police

I hide into the harbour

I love you!

I'm waiting the peace

Meanwhile you cross the zebra crossing

I wave the handkerchief

I say goodbye to the girl I love

*It is in my throat...*

Calogero & Passi

Now I introduce to you two artists in one. They collaborated in 2004 and here they are: Calogero & Passi.

Calogero Maurici is a French-Italian artist. He performs under his first name Calogero. He is composer, singer and musician. His instruments are Bass, guitar and piano. Style is  pop rock. His career started at the end of 80's and know he is well known and he has collaborated with for example Pascal Obispo and he is now part of Les Enfoirés.

He has wrote no lyrics himself because he can't "find the suitable words". According to Calogero while he writes a song his friends have done an album.

He has got two NRJ Music Awards and many other awards.

His music videos are interesting..

Check also: L'ombre et la lumière ("Shadow and light"), La fin de la fin du monde ("The end of the end of the world"),  En apesanteur ("In Weightlessness"), Pomme C ("Apple C"), C'est dit ("It's said"), Si seulement je pouvais lui manquer ("If I only could miss him/her").

Myspace, more music videos.

Passi Ballende known as Passi is a French-Congolese rap and hip hop artist. The sixth of seven kids in the family he was born in Congo and moved to the France at the age of seven. Rap music was his passion from very young. He has created his career mostly as a solo artist but he is also known as a member of such bands as Dis l'heure 2 zouk and Bisso Na Bisso and his first band Mistère A.M.E.R. which he foundid with his school mate Stormy Bugsy.The first album Pourquoi tant de haine? ("Why so much hate?") of Mistèr A.M.E.R was released in 1992 and second two years later.

The song "Il fait chaud" ("It's hot") is known from the last episode of Sex & the City.

Passi arranged a project for Redd Cross collection. He managed to unite 78 artist and celebrities to make a music video for to collect money for the Haiti accident. Song is called Un geste pour Haïti, chérie ("A gesture for Haiti, darling")

Check also: Il fait chaud ("It's hot"), Bisso Na Bisso:Nous être nous ("We are we"), Je zappe et je matte ("I channel surf and watch"), Les flammes du mal ("The flames of evil" might be something to do with a French poet Charles Baudelaire and his book Les fleurs du mal ("The flowers of evil")), Le Monde est a moi feat. Akhenaton ("The world is for me"), Chambre de gosses ("Room of kids"), Emeutes ("Riots").

FACE À LA MER

(Passi)
On ne choisit ni son origine, ni sa couleur de peau
Comme on rêve d'une vie de château, quand on vit le ghetto
Naître l'étau autour du cou comme Cosette pour Hugo
Etre en treillis dans le conflit et prier le Très Haut.

Fils du C.O.N.G.O. cette haine j'ai au
M.I.C.R.O. j'ai l'poids des mots
Sortir d'en bas, rêver de déchirer ce tableau
Fait d'armes, de larmes, fait de sang et sanglots.

(Calogero)

*Face à la mer
J'aurais dû grandir
Face contre terre
J'aurais pu mourir
Je me relève
Je prends mon dernier rêve*

Tous deux la même dalle
Et tous deux déçus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

La sècheresse sur une terre où on ne cesse de semer
Tristesse dans des yeux qui ne peuvent pleurer
J'ai beaucoup de rêves lointains, je me suis tant rebellé
J'ai bu beaucoup de baratin et ça m'a trop saoulé.
Dans la vie y a les tapes au fond et les tapes à côté
Les "t'as pas un euro ?" ou la tape à l'arrachée

Y a l'Etat, les R.M.istes, les "t'as qu'à taffer"
Si t'es en bas faut cravacher, t'as qu'à pas lâcher.
T'as pas connu ça toi, l'envie d'empocher les patates
Être à gauche droite face à la mer loin des galères.
T'as pas connu ça, l'envie de t'en sortir distribuer des patates
Des gauches droites avec un air patibulaire

*Face à la mer...*

Tous deux la même dalle
Et tous deux déçus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

Face à la mer
C'est toi qui résistes
Face contre terre
Ton nom sur la liste
De tout ton être
Cité à comparaître

C'est l'histoire de cette plume qui s'étouffe dans le goudron
D'cette matière grise dont le pays n'a pas fait acquisition
On se relève, on repart à fond, on vise le Panthéon
J'en place une à ceux qui en ont, qui rêvent consécration
La dalle la niak, je l'ai comme mes potes l'ont
On veut toucher le ciel étoilé sans baisser le pantalon.
Trop peu bonnes fées et trop de cendrillons.
Calo-Passi 2.0.0.4. action

*Face à la mer...*

Tous deux la même dalle
On est tous deux déçus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

Tous deux la même dalle
On vise tous deux au-dessus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

On ne choisit ni son origine, ni sa couleur de peau
Comme on rêve d'une vie de château, quand on vit le ghetto
Naître l'étau autour du cou comme Cosette pour Hugo
Etre en treillis dans le conflit et prier le Très Haut.

Fils du C.O.N.G.O. cette haine j'ai au
M.I.C.R.O. j'ai l'poids des mots
Face à la mer, on veut tous grandir
Calo-Passi, trop jeunes pour mourir

FACE TO THE SEA

(Passi)
Let's not choose by origine, nor by color of the skin
When we are dreaming of a life in a castle while living in the ghetto 

To born the vice around the neck like Cosette for Hugo 

To born into camo suit to the conflicts and to pray for the highest

Children of C.O.N.G.O. this rage I have against 

M.I.C.R.O. my words are powerful
Out with socks on, dreaming of ripping the painting made of 

Veapons, tears, made of blood and cries

(Calogero)
*Face to the sea 
I should have grown
Face against the ground
I could have died
I rise again
I grab my last dream *

Both on the same slab of stone
And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream

It was a drought on a soil or it won't stop seeding 

The sadness to the eyes that cannot cry

I have many distant dreams have rebelled much 

And drunk much of nonsense and that made me too much drunk

In life there are slaps really and hits which do not meet the gole 

The "don't you have an euro?" or hit that rips off, there

Is state, the RMIstes, the "have you something to smoke?"

If you are low one must be whipped, you won't give up

You are not known as yourself, the desire to stick the idiots

To be left-right face to the sea to the gally in the distance

You are not known as yourself, the jealousy let you slip out of shareing the jerk

Left-rights with a look of worry

*Face to the sea...*

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream


Face to the sea
You resist
Face against the ground
Your name on the list
Of your whole existance
Mentioned to arrive to the court

The history of this quill is chocked with tar

This grey material of what the lands are not bulid acquisation 

We do rise, we repair thoroughly, heading to the Pantheon

I place one of those who is there, one who dreams about consecration

"To be voluntarily ready to manage"

We want to touch the sky without lowering the pants

Too few good fairies and too many Cinderellas

Calo – Passi 2.0.0.4. Action

*Face to the sea.. *

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream

Let's not choose by origine, nor by color of the skin
When we are dreming of a life in a castle while living in the ghetto
To born the vice around the neck like Cosette for Hugo
To born into camo suit to the conflicts and to pray for the highest

 
Children of C.O.N.G.O. this rage I have against
M.I.C.R.O. my words are powerful
Out with socks on, dreaming of ripping the painting made of
Veapons, tears, made of blood and cries

Face to the sea, we all want to grow
Calo – Passi, too young to die

Christophe Maé

Picture is from here

Now I want to make clear that Christophe Maé is one of my  very very favourite artists and I found him from my beloved library. I grabbed the album when I saw  it and tought " O, cool - some French singer!" and then I fell in love like so many French have done before me. I even planned to go to his gig to Paris but I was to slow and they all were sold out. So I stayed and cried alone. Oh well, I bought his latest album when I was in Paris this spring so I'm not crying anymore. :) Okay lets start properly:
Christophe Maé (his real name is Christophe Martichon) is a French singer. His trade marks are the hat, the guitar, the jumping and his whole lovely essence.  


He started with violin at the age of six and when he was 16 he began to play harmonica and guitar which are his main instruments in his albums. He had a chronic and very hard illness due to that he had to lay on the bed several months but that was the way he found Stevie Wonder and his future career was clear.


Now there is no sign of his passed illness: he keeps on dancing and jumping. In 2003 his very first album "Sa danse donne" ("His/Hers dance gives"). During years 2005 to 2007 he was part of very popular comedy musical "Le Roi Soleil" ("The Sun King" (a.k.a. Louis XIV who lived in Versailles near Paris)). Maé has also won many francophonic awards.


The second album of Maé called "Mon paradis" ("My paradise") released in 2007 and live version "Comme à la maison" ("Like at home") in 2008. And this year in March 22 published the latest album "On trace la route" ("We trace out the route").

From 2008 he has participated in Les Enfoirés a major groupe of francophonic artists. In Les Enfoirés are also following artist  that I have already intoduced in this blog: Natasha St-Pier, Garou, Grégoire and Pascal Obispo and many others. And I will tell you more at least about Alizée later.


Christophe Maé performed in a video "Désolé" ("sorry")(lyrics) in a project "Hope for Haiti" ("Espoir pour Haiti").


And today at 8pm Christophe Maé is performing in Troyes at Le Cube so this day is dedicated to Maé and I hope everything goes well. 
  
Check also: Maman ("Mom"), Ca fait mal ("It hurts"), On s'attache ("We fall in love"), Pourquoi c'est beau ca ("Why is it beautiful"),Dingue Dingue Dingue ("Crazy Crazy Crazy"), Mon p'tit gars ("My little boy" Dedicated to his son Jules), In "le grand soir d'Eliane et Francis with Pascal Obispo, J'ai laissé ("I have left/allowed"), Medley Acoustic, Maé dancing with Diam's at Zenith (very poor quality...), Myspace, more videos at homepage, Christophe dancing.

From Le Roi Soleil: A qui la faute ("Who to blame"),Ca marche ("It's okay"), Et vice Versailles ("And bad-mannered Versailles" or maybe a cortoition of "vice versa"..), The singers of Le Roi Soleil (in French) (Now and then in the video you can see Garou who interviews the singers in the end and thanks them), Contre Ceux D'en Haut ("Against those in high places")(Here Christophe is not but Merwan Rim and Vistoria Petrosillo do), Un geste de vous ("One gesture of you"),On TNT show, Medley On Téléthon, Christophe Maé looses his mind,

This was his first track that caught me and I just can't stop to listen to it and his unic voice...  The best music video is "Dingue dingue dingue" it's just lovely.

BELLE DEMOISELLE

Du fond de ma rue
Une silhouette comme un bruit aigu
Se rapproche à hauteur de mes yeux nus
La silhouette,c'est une fille
Jour de fête nationale
Ronflante comme une escadrille
Qui domine mon morale
Je la regarde, me sourire
Je baisse la garde et les yeux pour me dire

*Belle demoiselle
Qui se presse dans l'allée
Sa démarche lui donne des ailes
Mais j'ose pas m'emballer
Si jamais je m'approche d'elle,
Aucun doute,elle
S'envole
Comme une hirondelle *

Du milieu de ma rue
La silhouette comme un nuage
S'éloigne sans un bruit
Alors c'est grave
Ca se bouscule dans ma tête
Dopé à l'effet de plaire
C'est pas vraiment la fête
Pourtant j'ai l'air de lui plaire
Qu'ai-je fait au bon dieu
Pour être fidèle à cet aveu

*Belle demoiselle.. *

Inaccessible comme une hirondelle

Je calcule dans ma tête
Dopé à l'effet de plaire
C'est quand même la fête
Le fantasme qui peut distraire
Je n'suis pas parfaitpas parfait
Merci mon dieu
Mais je tire un trait sur cet aveu

*Belle demoiselle... *

BEAUTIFUL MISS

In the end of my road

A silhouette like a high voice

Approaches at height of my bare eyes

The silhouette, it's a girl

The national festival day

Whirring like a flotilla

That dominates my morale

I look at her, she smiles at me

I lower my arms and the eyes say to me

*Beautiful miss

Walking down the avenue

Her gait gives her wings

If I have courage to approach her

No doubt that, she

Flies away

Like a swallow*

In the middle of my road

A silhouette like a cloud

Drawing away with no noise

It's serious then

It makes my head dizzy

I'm high because of effect of to please

Really it's no festival

Though I want to please her

What have I done my God

For to be faithful for this confession

*Beautiful miss...

Inaccessible like a swallow

I count in my head

I'm high because of effect of to please

All the same it's a festival

An illusion can distract

I'm not perfect - not perfect

Thank you my God

But I draw a line over this confession

*Beautiful miss... *

Picture is from here.

Nâdiya

Nadia Zighems origins are in Algeria though she is a French singer. She is known as Nâdiya - her artist name.

In Europe her albums have been sold nearly 3million. Her musical style is R&B and hip hop though her latest songs have been nearly rock as the following song Roc ("Rock").

Nâdiya is in a organization against cancer and in 2007 she was part of the massive francophonic artist group les Enfoirés. 

Check also:Et c'est parti (live)("And it began"), J'irai jusque là ("I'll go 'till im there"),Roc (live) ("Rock"), J'ai confiance en toi ("I trust in you"), Vivre oú survivre ("Live of survive"),Signes ("Signs"), Amies-ennemies ("Friends-enemies"),Blog - site, MySpace.

ROC

Welcome to the roc !

Comme un roc !
Comme un roc ! 
 

*Comme un roc !
Ensemble comme un roc !
Tous unis comme un roc !
Tous tel un bloc
Solides comme le roc !
Ensemble comme un roc !
En ce lieu comme un roc !
Boostés à bloc !
Solides comme le roc ! Roc, roc, roc
Solides comme le roc ! Roc, roc, roc... *

Des traces, que la raison
Menace de lave en fusion
D'espace, que les saisons
En face des murs de prison

L'audace qu'on emprisonne
Cette énergie qui résonne
Un cri qu'on abandonne

Unissons nos voix...

*Comme un roc..*

D'alliés, que les regards
Piliers qui portent l'espoir
Dévier, que les remparts
Dressés au pied de l'histoire

Ne lier que notre foi
Qui nous pousse à chaque pas
Scellée au fond de soi
Unissons nos voix...

*Comme un roc...* (3x)

Roc
Comme un roc 


ROCK
Welcome to the rock!
Like a rock!
Like a rock!

*Like a rock!
Together like a rock!
All unite like a rock!
All such as a block!
Solid like a rock!
Together like a rock!
In this place like a rock!
Boosted together as one block!
Solid like a rock! Rock, rock, rock...
Solid like a rock! Rock, rock, rock... *

The traces, that the reason

Danger of lava in fusion

The space that we know

Against the wall of the prison

We dare to inprison

This energy that resonates

A cry that we abandon

Let's unite our voices...

*Like a rock...*

The allies that look at them
The pillars that bear the hope
Drifting, that the ramparts
Fallen down to the feet of history


We are tied up by our faith
That push us with every step
Sealed in the ground of oneself
Let's unite our voices...
*Like a rock...*

Rock
Like a rock

Yannick Noah

Yannick Noahs origins are in Camerono but he is a French tennis player. And a very succeful one. In addition to tennis he has also formed a charity organization for disavantaged children and started a pop singer career. He has now collaborated inter alia with Jean-Jacque Goldman who is well known French music maker. Noah sings in French and in Spanish.

Between 1993-2001 Noah has been part of the great francophonic ertist group called les Enfoirés.

His best known hit "Aux arbres citoyens" is an "environmental wake-up call" and very much seen in ecological circles. And for some unknown reasons I still decided to pick his other not so remarkable song with not so remarkable lyrics just because it's the only song in that genre that I do like. So let's dance to the beat of Yannick Noahs "Danser".

Check also: Donne moi une vie ("Give me a life"), Te quiero ("I love you"), Mon Eldorado ("My Eldorado - the city of gold"), Destination ailleurs ("Destination elsewhere")

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DANSER

(text: Kapler)

*Danser pour oublier que le monde est cabossé.
Danser, redessiner un monde cadencer. *

Pour implorer les dieux,
Ou pour se dire adieu.
Exorciser ses haines et ses peurs,
Vivre la musique de l'intérieur.

Pour faire jaillir de l'eau,
Et s'envoler encore plus haut.
Et faire briller nos coeurs et nos corps.
Fêter l'amour, fêter la mort.

*Danser pour oublier...*

Pour éloigner les mauvais sorts,
Pour exister juste un peu plus fort.
Chager le pire pour le meilleur,
Danser, prier comme un derviche tourneur .

Pour les traditions, danser !
Pour les émotions, danser !
Et pour fêter la terre ou la nation,
Danser pour danser !

*Danser pour oublier...*

Hééééé Hi hé hi hé hé

Pour refuser de n'être personne,
Et résister, devenir un homme !
Pour le plaisir de partager,
Danser pour danser !

(L'meilleur du monde oú quoi?!!!?)

*Danser pour oublier...*

(Tout le monde yee yeee!)

Danser pour oublier

TO DANCE

*Dance to forget

That the world is beaten to the dents

Dance, redesign

A world with cadence *

For to pray the gods

Or to say goodbye

To exorsise one's angers and fears

To live the music inside

For make water to spout

And to fly once more higher

And to make shine our hearts and our corps

To celebrate the love, to celebrate the death

* Dance to forget..*

To put off the bad luck

To exist just a little stronger

To change the worse for the best

To dance

To pray like a tourning dervish

For the traditions – dance

For the emotions – dance

And for to celebrate the lands or nations

Dance for the dance

*Dance to forget... *

Hééééé Hi hé hi hé hé

For to refuse to be nobody

And to resist, to become a man

For the joy of sharing

Dance for the dance

(The best of the world or what?!?!)

*Dance to forget... *

(Ewerybody yeah yeah!!!)

Dance to forget

Paprika Korps

Paprika Korps a Polish band is not a traditional reggae band because they combine sounds of heavy dub and punk in their reggae music. They are very popular in Europe and due to their wide tour (25 countries!) they've got a nickname "The Heavy Reggae Travellers".

In 1996 formed Paprika Korps has six members: Marcin Matlak (vocals, guitar), Piotr Maślanka(keyboard, melodica, vocals), Tomasz Krawczyk (bass),Łukasz Rusinek (guitar), Aleksander Żeliźniak (drums) and Jakub Łukaszewsk (mix).

To Paprika Korps their music is a way to rebell and protest. They sing both in Polish and in English. The style of repeating one sentence in the middle of the track could be dull - but what comes with Paprika Korps - it's not. On the stage they are impressive playing among the invasive fog under the flash of the blue and red lights.

Paprika Korps new album Metalchem is released couple of weeks ago.

One specially good song is Camp Babylon.

Check also: The facts of life, Rewolucija ("Revolution"), Hi-Fi, Don't trust, From soul to soul, Promises, Przede wszystkim muzyki, Poprzez babilonu mur, Czarno Biały, Paprika Korps in Myspace, Zdecydujcie się,

MIND EXPLORER

*Explore the mind and reach salvation
Solve the puzzle of creation*

Past events, past lifes happened to you
More than just a feeling of a deja-vu
I feel like a onlooker into my past life
Cutting into previous times my mind the knife

When hallucinating seem things in dreams
Could I see into the future? It isn't what it seems
I say it's confusion the way that I feel
Chemical inside me makes it so surreal

*Explore the mind and reach salvation
Solve the puzzle of creation*

They hold the strings, salvation is far
You'd like to see things the way that they are
They don't want you discovering your mind
They stay in power, while you stay blind

Wisedom, knowledge you must devour
Threaten convention, those in power
As will the opressors in authority
Who'd hate to see our land totally free

*Explore the mind and reach salvation
Solve the puzzle of creation*

Ragga technician is on the mission
Against those who stay in power while you stay in vision
Watch out a feel a reggae wide attack
Bad days now are gone, the rotten system gone out

So people people move your dancing bodies
Destroy the old statement make everything clear
Our mind shall burn, with or without cannabis
The time is incoming, and the prophecy is near

Pascal Obispo

Picture is from here.

Pascal Michel Obispo aka Pascal Obispo is a French singer,composer and lyricist. He is known for his bold head and low profile when media comes along.

Though Obispo started with salsa is his genre nowadays pop. His voice is surprisgly high and clear.

He has collaborated with the most popular French singers as Patricia Kaas, Natasha St-Pier, Garou, Calogero, Faudel and Christophe Maé (I'll tell you more about Calogero, Faudel and Maé later) and other world celebrities as Céline Dion, Lionel Richie and Youssou N'Dour.

Obispo has released eleven albums starting from 1990 and the latest "Welcome to the magic world of Captain Samouraï Flower" was published in 2009.

In 2001 he won the Best French Male Artist -NRJ Music Award.

Since 1997 he has been one of les Enfoirés which is a enorme group of francophonic artists.

Check also: Lucie, Tombé pour elle ("Fallen in love with her"),Sa raison d'être ("Her/His reason to be"), Personne ("No one"),Les meilleurs enemies ("The best enemies"), La valse des regrets ("the walz of regrets"), Live performance in TV2 in "Le grand soir d'Eliane et Francis" with Christophe Maé, Mourir demain with Natasha St-Pier("To die tomorrow"), Interview (in french), Another interview (in french), Interview in Le Grande Journal.

This song is very touching and I myself start to cry almost everytime I hear this. The melody is so melancholic, sad and dreary. The english translation does not sound as dramatic and beautiful as the original lyrics, sorry that.


ASSASINE

Tant de jours, de mois passés
Effacés et classés
Les maux et moments
Des plaisirs dépassés
Aux cimes de mes désirs
Ton ventre se dessine
Assez de simagrées
Tu m'as choisi pour cible
Assassine
Si je te suis des yeux
Ne crois pas que c'est un jeu

*Mais si tu m'assassines aussi souvent
Mais, le couteau dans la plaie trop souvent
Je préfèrerais que tu m'assassines
Pour de bon maintenant
Je ne supporterai pas longtemps
Que tu m'assassines autant*

J'en ai le souffle coupé
Je suis touché de plein fouet
Tu persistes et signes
C'est lourd les regrets
Assassine
C'est sublime mais il m'assomme
Ce bébé, mais c'est un beau prétexte en somme
Comme si l'amour ne durait tout le temps
Maintenant, je te fuirai des yeux
Même si mon coeur brûle encore le feu

*Si tu m'assasines.."

MURDERER

So many passed days and monts

Plain and classed

The pains and moments

Of obsolate pleasure

To the top of my desires

Your tummy draws

Enough fake gestures

You have chosen me as your target

Murderer

If I follow you with my eyes

I don't think it's a game

*But if you murder me as frequently

But – the knife in the wound too frequently

I prefere that you murder me

For good now

I will not endure much longer

That you murder me so many times *

From there my breath is cut

I am hit with all the forces

You persist and sign

It's a heavy sorrow

Murderer

It's lofty but it strikes me to the death

That baby, but it's a beautiful pretext I say

Like if love not endures all the time

Now I escape from you with my eyes

Though my heart still burns fire

*If you murder me...*

Thåström

After a little break due to my (stupid) computer I start again with renewed pages and a new artist. Now to honor the beloved Victoria, the crown princess of Sweden, and her darling Daniel and their first day as husband and wife I decided to begin with a Swede artist called Sven Joachim "Pimme" Eriksson Thåström. He is better know just as Thåström.

Thåström is a talented lyricist, composer, singer and musician. He plays gitar, keybord and harmonica. He is now at his 50's and couldn't be better.


Along his solo career he is known as a singer in a punk band called Ebba Grön which was one of the most popular punk bands in Sweden. Now Thåströms genres beside punk are electric music, rock, hard rock and industrial rock.


Latest solo album "Kärlek är för dom" ("Love is for them") was released in 2009 on Friday the 13th! It was his seventh solo album and it was the number one on the lists. Now in 2010 his latest album was rewarded as the best album of the year and he also won the category for the lyricists.


I chose this song specially for its lyrics and the feeling that the music gives. It is powerful and so so so good!!! And a bit scary... In the music video misses a part but it is in the live version which is slower version but that makes it all the way better :)


Check also: Fan fan fan (det skulle va du)("Fuck fuck fuck (it should be you)"), Kärlek är för dom ("Love is for them"), Karenina, Om black Jim ("About Black Jim"), Balladen om briggen Blue Bird ("Ballad of brig Blue Bird"), En vacker död stad (live) ("A beautiful dead city"), Keops pyramid, Släpp aldrig in dom här ("Never let these in here"), 800 Grader (live)("800 grades")



ALLA VILL TILL HIMMLEN

Kan du inte byta ut ditt namn so byt planet
Du kan bli en stjärna som dom aldrig kan ta ner
Tänk att hänga högst däruppe titta ner på folk och le

Jag vill, du vill

En lycklig människa aldrig vet om på vem man slår
Han vet att spegeln är den bästa vän han nånsin får
Han tittar en gång till och John Wayne har blivit två

Jag vill, du vill

Alla vill till himmlen och
Åka limousin förstås
Alla vill till himmlen, till himmlen

Å Jesus gick på vattnet det e nåt visst med den idéen
Med två tomma händer byggde han sin månraket
En enkel man som du och jag fast med något bättre maneer

Jag vill, du vill

*Alla vill...*

Du köper din väg till himmlen
Betala kontant i himmlen
Du köper din väg till himmlen

Kan du inte byta ut ditt liv
Så byt kanal
Lyckan bytes ut lika lätt som ideal

*Alla vill...*

EVERYBODY WANTS TO HEAVEN

Can't you change your name, so change planet

You can be a star they'll never can take down

Think how fun to hang high up there to look down at people and smile

I want, you want

*Everybody wants to heaven and

Drive limousine ofcourse

Everybody wants to heaven, to heaven*

A happy man never knows who he hits

He knows that the mirror is the best friend he ever can get

He looks once more and John Wayne has become two

I want, you want

*Everybody wants.."

Jesus walked on the water there is something definite in that idea

With two empty hands he built his moon rocket

A simple man like you and me but only with a better style

I want, you want

*Everybody wants... *

You buy your way to heaven

You pay in cash in heaven

You buy your way to heaven

Can't you change your life

So change channel

Luck changes as easily as an ideal

*Everybody wants... *

Computer problems... I have to use the one at the library so there is going to be a little (not so little) break with writing... sorry. :)