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  • Doude Baolescu : morceaux piochés dans l'ensemble de mon parcours musical.
29 juin 2011 3 29 /06 /juin /2011 07:00

Et oui !


Ca s'appelle "My Mini Monophonic Band" et les maquettes sont en écoute ou encore .


Comme d'habitude, on y retrouve Coach et Chris Knight, qui sont dans tous les bons plans, mais surtout Mathieu, celui qui nous mixait du temps des Consultants. C'est le grand ordonnateur du tout, auteur-compositeur-interprète-critique-auditeur de toutes les chansons, hosanna, gloire lui soit rendue !

A ce combo magique est venu s'ajouter l'excellent batteur Vincent ; on est sûr de le garder, celui-là : vu qu'il est prof, il a largement le temps de faire de la musique en plus...


Enjoy !

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13 juin 2010 7 13 /06 /juin /2010 00:00

 

What’s the use, pretty girl

Of these dark sunglasses

Are you so famous you

Wanna be left in peace


Or did you put them here

To keep hidden the tears

That come streaming over

Blue-coloured blows ?


You promised to the priest

You promised to the man

Before the marriage feast

Then the suffering began


Wedding night, love and fun

One, two, three – and he came

No matters, you have time

A whole life of sunshines


Then the pale morning sun

Didn’t lowered your fever

But the bright sunshine burns

Honey moon 'came bitter


It was late – he said “bitch

You lazy, wake and taste”

Combo punch and high kick

And your face became a waste


You promised to be pretty

For the worst and the best

You promised to be nice

And started the wedding dance


For years it went on so

Was you used in that pain ?

Or did you think the law

Won’t let you leave your man ?


Even if you minded to

He won’t have let you flee

To make sure he filled you

With a baby


And thoughts turns in your brain

What’s the fault I have done

To deserve such a pain

What’s the sin I have done”


You promised to be pretty

For the worst and the best

You promised to be nice

And started the wedding dance


Broken doll, I am sure

As Jesus loves his nails

That you’ll wait for hours

til he gets released from jail


You promised to be pretty

For the worst and the best

You promised to be nice

And started the wedding dance

 

 

(Traduction approximative de Poupée Brisée...)

Wedding dances

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11 juin 2010 5 11 /06 /juin /2010 00:00

Where have you gone all these years

Missed you, my friend

What have you done, know I care

Tell me, my friend

Who have you met, were you scared

Missed you, my friend


You remember...


I just grew up in my lair

Same as before

Got some white sheens in my hair

More than before

Reading again your letters

Have given me more


You remember

We made a pair


We got the night

To talk about

Let time stretches out

Before you leave

Again


Where will you go from now on

Tell me, my friend

What will you do from now on

Tell me, my friend

Come back again and land on

There'll be no end


You remember

We made a pair


We got the night

To talk about

Let time stretches out

Before you leave

Again

 

 


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9 juin 2010 3 09 /06 /juin /2010 00:00

Listen to me baby

I've seen you alone

Let spend some good times


Have a drink baby

Sadness has now gone

Your smile seems to shine


Lookin' at your eyes

Feel as if I drown

Teach me how to swim


I don't tell you lies

Baby please don't go

We could be a team


Right place

Right time

Right words

Right girl

Right place

Right time

Right words

Wrong man


She has gone away

I don't understand

Where I missed something


Don't know where's the way

How have I to stand

To make that girl staying


Now I got my glass

For only company

My heart takin' up my throat


Like the thawing ice

I feel so spilly

So long is the road


Right place

Right time

Right words

Right girl

Right place

Right time

Right words

Wrong man

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7 juin 2010 1 07 /06 /juin /2010 00:00

We spent some times together

Some years pass quicker than a day

I knew it was not forever


But why does it have to be today ?


We look too much like each other

Was sure that we got each our way

One day we'll feel freedom's fever


But why does it have to be today ?


Why do you have to leave me

There is really no emergency

Why do you have to leave me

Don't have enough of only

A memory


Hope you happiness on your way

So long my love, my best ever

My tears will sure be washed away


But why does it seem so hard to say ?


Why do you have to leave me

There is really no emergency

Why do you have to leave me

Don't have enough of only

A memory


Why do you have to leave me

There is really no emergency

Why do you have to leave me

Don't have enough of only

A memory

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5 juin 2010 6 05 /06 /juin /2010 00:00

 

 I'm so happy
Time passes slowly

I feel so free

Life seems friendly


My soul escapes

Its daily shape
I would like to
Share it with you


Are you really ready to...
Nothing

Are you really ready to...

Nothing

Boring times are here

I'm glad to see

Nothing to do

Nothing, nothing

People tell me

"Don't be lazy"

They sound so far
I guess they are

I see outside

Crowd rush and ride
I think they're blind
Within their pride

Are you really ready to...

Nothing

Are you really ready to...

Nothing

Boring times are here

I'm glad to see

Nothing to do

Nothing, nothing

I'm so happy

Time passes slowly
I feel so free
Life seems friendly

My soul escapes

Its daily shape
I would like to
Share it with you

Are you really ready to...

Nothing

Are you really ready to...

Nothing

Boring times are here

I'm glad to see

Nothing to do

Nothing, nothing

I'm so happy

Feeling lazy

I would like to

Share it with you
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3 juin 2010 4 03 /06 /juin /2010 00:00

 

Ev'ry step was a good intention

I've never cared 'bout the past before

My walk forward led straight ahead

To an unexpected shore


Today is now called yesterday

And yesterday has the taste of Hell

I gotta find another way

To get back off this well


And be back into light

Back into light

Back into light

The flaming light


I move forward under spotlights' heat

But with an hesitating gait

My trembling hands seem to remember

The burning's pain to expect


I slowly regain the feelings

Their flow increases my confidence

I feel my regrets wearing off

As I come in this new dance


And get back into light

Back into light

Back into light

The flaming light


Now ev'ry step got my attention

I try to live it day by day

I know the fleeting ways of life

And everything can go away


But I'm back into light

Back into light

Back into light

The flaming light


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1 juin 2010 2 01 /06 /juin /2010 15:08

 

Once upon a time there was a war

He signed into for some dollars a day

He was proud of the uniform he wore

And the flag for which he has gone away


He came in a land that for him was unknown

He didn’t know why he came into this place

He didn’t use to ask himself those questions

He just knew he wanted to show his courage


And he killed and he killed again

Not to be killed, not to go insane


When the bombs’ sound slowly went away

He sat down and just started wondering

Where’s the glory he wanted to be paid

Who gave him the right to steal so many beings


Who’s right, no matters

Death came, death went… that’s all

 

(traduction approximative du Brave petit soldat...)

 

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18 septembre 2009 5 18 /09 /septembre /2009 21:10

Salute !

Puisque les Consultants sont morts (mais les zombies ne sont pas une légende) et que je suis un peu désoeuvré musicalement, j'ai pris le temps de concocter une surprise à ma douce amie
Henriette Mauvaise Foi en mettant un de ses textes en musique.
Je ne résiste pas à l'envie de vous mettre le résultat ici, d'une part parce que je ne peux rien vous cacher, et d'autre part parce que ça me donne l'occasion de vous redire combien son blog et sa poésie sont géniaux.

Cette tentative ne sera pas la dernière puisque je suis en train de travailler sur d'autres arrangements sur ses textes délicieux.



Note : le mixage est bien entendu réalisé par Mathieu - smouack.

[Spoiler pour les Francs Blogueurs]

Par ailleurs, ne manquez pas le dernier épisode des Enquêtes de J. de l'excellentissime Jérôme Fansten, qui m'a fait l'immense honneur de prendre ce morceau comme illustration de son texte. Qu'il en soit encensé, léché et remercié jusqu'au fond ainsi que sa descendance pour les siècles des siècles, amen.

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29 mars 2009 7 29 /03 /mars /2009 18:54

He got brand new shoes and a blue-eyed look
He got a sharpened and swift smile
He got a shirt for sunday afternoon
He got a job for his silk tie

This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place
This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place

He got a parking place with his name on it
He got a Mercedes-Benz to fit in
He got the good ideas when he brainstorms
He got the thinest mind when they come

This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place
This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place

He got the house that he dreamed
Far from downtown
He got an easy secretary
And a lovely wife for week-ends

This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place
(He got the girl I want)
This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place
(He got the girl I want)
This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place
(He got the girl I want)
This fucking good boy got his mind at the right place
(He got the girl I want)



Doude Baolescu - 2008
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