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Audiogramme du dimanche 24 mai 2015 / Leba-cheese 2

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1. Jacques Kodjian – Bektob Ismak
2. Chou Chou – Ya Welad El-Hara Yo Yo
3. Zeid Hamdan – Hizz Ya Wizz
4. Aziza – No no no
5. Fadi Bendaly – Do You Love Me
6. Philemon Wehbe – Senfourian (Ca ne fait rien)
7. Mayada – Jananni Bae’Harakatou
8. Salma – un verre chez nous
9. Bob Azzam and His Orchestra – Mustapha
10. Taroub – Susma Susma Susma
11. Various Artists – Ya Seti Ya Khetyarah
12. Fadia – Ya Shams Bladai (O Sole Mio cover)
13. The Quiminboos – The Big One
14. Samir Hanna – Kina Sawa
15. Sammy Clark – Koultili We Wa’aditini
16. Sabah – Ya Joz El Tenteyn

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That’s me imitating Gainsbarre when I was around 2.
Last night was the first time this month I went to sleep without being intoxicated: stayed home and watched Gainsbourg (Vie Héroique).
That was a first too: hadn’t been able to concentrate long enough to finish a videoclip, let alone a whole movie.
It’s not a biography, it’s a poetic cartoon-like reading of the Gainsbourg myth with a lot of very charming moments despite trying too hard to recreate mannerisms and a slightly abrupt ending (or maybe that was me dozing off?)

Anyway, one of the best moments is Serge’s meeting with Boris Vian. Great mashup!

Je bois
Pour oublier les amis de ma femme
Je bois
Pour oublier tous mes emmerdements

Je bois
À trop forte dose
Je vois
Des éléphants roses
Des araignées sur le plastron
D’ mon smoking
Des chauves-souris au plafond
Du living-

La vie vaut-elle d’être vécue
L’amour vaut-il qu’on soit cocu
Je pose ces deux questions
Auxquelles personne ne répond… et

Eh toi
Dis-moi quelque chose
Tu es là
Comme un marbre rose
Aussi glacée que le plastron
D’ mon smoking
Aussi pâle que le plafond
Du living-

Je bois
Dès que j’ai des loisirs
Pour être saoul, pour ne plus voir ma gueule
Je bois
Sans y prendre plaisir
Pour pas me dire qu’il faudrait en finir…

Ne m’ dit plus grand-chose
Ces éléphants roses
Ces araignées sur le plastron
Ces chauves-souris au plafond
Tous mes emmerdements

Je bois
Je bois

And we continue with a beautiful cover. A few posts back we had Bashung covering Serge.
This time it’s Keren Ann covering Alain.
Best track on Tels Alain Bashung and one of the reasons I believe the hype regarding this singer whose middle name is trouble.

C’est pas facile, facile de s’foutre en l’air
Ca coûte, ça coûte, ça coûte très cher
Je vais me faire la peau, je vais me tirer la chasse d’eau
Dans les WC de mon petit studio

C’est pas facile, facile de se foutre en l’air
C’est pour les riches les somnifères
La roulette russe c’est complètement idiot
Quand on peut mourir d’un coup de chasse d’eau

Je fume pour oublier que tu bois
Je fais comme chez moi
Je renvoie la fumée sur un poster de toi

La vie c’est comme une overdose
Tu prends tout tout de suite
Tu en crêves et vite
Et si tu prends pas, c’est la vie qui t’a

Je suis bien, bien, très bien dans mon cagibi
Y’a des journaux, alors j’les lis…
Ils disent que le bonheur
C’est peut-être qu’un bobard

Je m’en fous, j’attendrai pas la fin de mon histoire

And today, I watched Where Do We Go Now? Nadine Labaki’s latest overhyped offering.
I won’t be a prick but honestly, let’s stop using big words to describe this movie. Actually I won’t even bother to formulate my opinion.
Let’s just say there’s a very catchy song that fits today’s theme:

A few years back I did an intoxication special on my radio show.
I had pre-recorded it and was busy with family when I got a phone call while the show was being aired.
It was Ghassan Rahbani. He’d taken my number from the radio station and insisted on talking to me!
The problem was this track:

Like a lot of people, I thought this was a song by Ziad Rahbani: if you google Dawwerha, his name comes up (a lot!).
Turns out the song is by The Bendaly family. The ones behind Do you Love Me? and Ghassan was sick of having his cousin bad-mouthed.
I issued an official apology on my next show and make sure to credit these guys, that have been receiving a lot of coverage recently because of another track I strongly recommend.


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A lot of people have been asking me why I’ve chosen this format.
Or why I chose a slightly darker theme for certain posts.
Trying to read into them as if they were a doorway to my soul.
Why am I doing it? Maybe this small text in French can clarify things. A friend sent it to me a few weeks ago and it’s from an article in Magazine Litéraire on Paul Ricoeur (I think).
Still hiding behind other people’s words. Hopefully mine will emerge soon enough.

La narration de sa propre vie, quelque forme qu’on lui donne, offre à chacun la liberté et la créativité de l’écrivain, mais aussi la satisfaction du lecteur – celle de découvrir une histoire cohérente et fouillée. Les variations, les détails incongrus et sans liens mutuels prennent sens dans une œuvre qui n’appartient qu’à soi

زياد الرحباني – هيك بتعمل هيك

أني عم بفكر أبقى اني …وياك، ليك، ليه عم تعمل هيك…
هاي تاني مرة بتحكيني هيك… ليك… ليه عم تعمل هيك…
ياحبيب الروح شو عم بتسوي… نايم تاركني عم ضوي…
ياعواطف حاجة تتلوي… هيك… صعبة العيشة هيك…

This song by Ziad Rahbani has been a favorite of mine since its release in 1995. Leih 3am ta3mel heik translates roughly as “Why are doing this?”
Now if we want another take on the same question, let’s go to Marianne Faithfull’s Why D’ya do it?

When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak,
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week.
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ?

Why’d ya do it she said, why’d you let her suck your cock ?
Oh, do me a favour, don’t put me in the dark.
Why’d ya do it, she said, they’re mine all your jewels,
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools.

Why’d ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
‘Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor.
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you spit on my snatch ?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ?

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why’d you do it, she said, ain’t nothing to laugh,
You just tore all our kisses right in half!

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d ya do what you did,
Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch.

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why’d ya do it, she screamed, after all we’ve said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed.

The whole room was swirling,
Her lips were still curling.

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d ya do it, she said,
Why’d you do what you did ?

Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather.
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did …

Ah, I feel better now

I love the lyrics. Probably one of the best jealousy songs ever. It was initially released on Broken English, her comeback album in 1979. It’s weird to see her singing it in that video above: a bit older, in Irina Palm mode. Watch the trailer and the amazing bonus below and find this movie!
She reminds me a bit of Catherine Deneuve in Les Bien-Aimés.
Probably for the wrong reasons.

BONUS: (Don’t miss it!)

And one final song in order to justify the cover illustrating this post: Question Mark & the Mysterians.
Plus the lyrics work well with Irina Palm…

Do something to me
I’ve got to find love in a hurry
Do something to me
Help me to ease all the worry

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October 28, 2011 at 18:59

Clou vs. chou

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Le clou du spectacle:

Je suis l’homme à la tête de chou
Moitié légume moitié mec

Vous le saviez, vous, que Bashung travaillait sur un spectacle inspiré de l’album de Gainsbourg, l’homme à tête de chou, avant sa mort?

Bashung – L’homme à tête de chou (Mediafire Link)

Je suis tombé dessus “par hasard et pas rasé” quand je cherchais une réplique.

On m’avait demandé: “un clou chasse l’autre?”
J’ai répondu: Quoi ? Moi ? L’aimer encore ? Des clous.
Qui et où suis-je ? Chou ici ou
Dans la blanche écume varech
Sur la plage de Malibu

Et la on passe du clou au chou
Et plus précisément le chou de Bruxelles.
Ca me fait penser à la bouffe d’avion. J’aime pas trop ca et ca pue.
Mais il paraît que parfois c’est délicieux: “mon père les fait revenir avec un peu de beurre salé. Des choux du jardin…” m’aurait dit quelqu’un si je ne m’abuse.

Je n’ai pas de chanson à propos des Brussel Sprouts, par contre les Caulifowers j’en ai:

I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
As I went to pull away her verse had gently bit me
But I feel right now I must stress
That I write this with a smile on my face and nothing less
Coz when I think about the time we waste on regrets
I realise for those three days I was blessed

Maintenant, on oublie le chou-fleur et on passe à l’arabe: Bennesbeh la bukra chou?

عايشه وحدها بلاك

عايشة وحدا بلاك وبلا حبك يا ولد
حاجة تحكي عن هواك ضحكت عليك البلد
بتحبا إييييييييي بتحبا
لكن هي فيك يما بلاك
عايشة وحدة بلاك
وعايفة الله وسماك
شو الله بلاك يا ولد
عايشة وحدة ومرتاحة ولووو شو مرتاحة بلاك
يا بو عيون الدباحة
مش فارق معها حلاك
قلتلك دوبني دوب
دبت وهي ما دابت
مش أول مرا قبلا ميت مرا
لا قدرو فهمو عقلاتك ولا قدرو عرفو دواك
قايلي في إشارة بعيونا صوبك بتدل
لك ما بتمرئ بالحارة بشوفا بتطلع بالكل
حاجة تحلل بحياتك
تسلملي تحليلاتك
من مرا لمرا
عمترجع لورا
ولاد الحارة
كلون أبدا عرفو حبو من عداك

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October 15, 2011 at 18:26