La chanson de maglia,les vieux(jacques brel) (for cuscolima...and others..)

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Quickly done for cuscolima’
I use my guitar,an apogee mic,MTdaw and my voice.
Thanks cuscolima for the good idea!

And another one from the prodigious jacques brel!

[Deleted User]

Oh !!!
magnificent

cuscolima

OMG! That’s amazing! Thanks so much (and wow that was a fast delivery!!)

[Deleted User]

Thanks so much guys!!

ecou

Nice work! Your voice really fit that old French singer style. It brings back memory of my youth. Thanks.

purpan2

Really lovely work!

[Deleted User]

Thanks a lot for listening!
Have a good day!

LinearLineman

Wonderful vocal!

[Deleted User]

Thanks a lot!
Cheers!

pianowillbebach

I love it!

[Deleted User]

Thanks a lot.
Here is the the lyrics of les vieux in english.
https://lyricstranslate.com/fr/les-vieux-old-people.html

Old people

Versions : #1#2#3
Old people no longer talk or only sometimes from the tips of their eyes
Even when rich, they're poor, they have no more illusions and just one heart for two
In their home it smells like thyme, clean, lavender and language of yesteryear
No matter if you live in Paris, you all live in the country when you've been living for too long
Is it from having laughed too much that their voices crack when they speak about yesterday
And from having cried too much that tears still appear at the corner of their eyes ?
And if they tremble a bit, is it from seeing the silver clock, humming in the living room,
Getting older, saying yes, saying no, saying : I'm waiting for you ?

Old people no longer dream, their books get sleep, their pianos are closed
The little cat is dead, the Sunday Muscat doesn't make them sing anymore
The old people no longer move, their movements have too many wrinkles, their world is too little
From the bed to the window, then from the bed to the armchair and from the bed to the bed
And if they still go out arm-in-arm, all dressed up in stiffness
That is to go, under the sun, to the funerals of an elder, to the funerals of an uglier
And during just one sob, to forget for one whole hour about the silver clock
Humming in the living room, saying yes, saying no, and then waiting for them

Old people don't die, they fall asleep one day and sleep too long
They hold each other by the hand, they're afraid to lose each other but nevertheless do so
And the other one remains here, the better or the worse, the sweet or the severe
This doesn't matter, the one remaining out of the two finds himself in hell
Perheps you'll see it, you'll see it sometimes dressed in rain and sorrow
Walking across the present, already apologizing for not being much further,
And avoiding in front of you, one last time, the silver clock
Humming in the living room, saying yes, saying no, telling them : I'm waiting for you
Humming in the living room, saying yes, saying no and then waiting for us.

purpan2

@flo26 said:
Thanks a lot.
Here is the the lyrics of les vieux in english.
https://lyricstranslate.com/fr/les-vieux-old-people.html

Old people

Versions : #1#2#3
Old people no longer talk or only sometimes from the tips of their eyes
Even when rich, they're poor, they have no more illusions and just one heart for two
In their home it smells like thyme, clean, lavender and language of yesteryear
No matter if you live in Paris, you all live in the country when you've been living for too long
Is it from having laughed too much that their voices crack when they speak about yesterday
And from having cried too much that tears still appear at the corner of their eyes ?
And if they tremble a bit, is it from seeing the silver clock, humming in the living room,
Getting older, saying yes, saying no, saying : I'm waiting for you ?

Old people no longer dream, their books get sleep, their pianos are closed
The little cat is dead, the Sunday Muscat doesn't make them sing anymore
The old people no longer move, their movements have too many wrinkles, their world is too little
From the bed to the window, then from the bed to the armchair and from the bed to the bed
And if they still go out arm-in-arm, all dressed up in stiffness
That is to go, under the sun, to the funerals of an elder, to the funerals of an uglier
And during just one sob, to forget for one whole hour about the silver clock
Humming in the living room, saying yes, saying no, and then waiting for them

Old people don't die, they fall asleep one day and sleep too long
They hold each other by the hand, they're afraid to lose each other but nevertheless do so
And the other one remains here, the better or the worse, the sweet or the severe
This doesn't matter, the one remaining out of the two finds himself in hell
Perheps you'll see it, you'll see it sometimes dressed in rain and sorrow
Walking across the present, already apologizing for not being much further,
And avoiding in front of you, one last time, the silver clock
Humming in the living room, saying yes, saying no, telling them : I'm waiting for you
Humming in the living room, saying yes, saying no and then waiting for us.

Thanks very much. I’ve always felt it was one of Brel’s most touching songs. The line about the cat really gets to me - the idea that having a cat as a companion is no longer an option. Voir un Ami Pleurer is another desperately sad song, but this is more direct, unmoderated by commentary, raw.

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I love « voir un ami pleurer »
The fact is i love jacques brel!!

purpan2

@flo26 said:
I love « voir un ami pleurer »
The fact is i love jacques brel!!

Me too, to be honest. Particularly everything on Les Marquises.

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@purpan2 said:

@flo26 said:
I love « voir un ami pleurer »
The fact is i love jacques brel!!

Me too, to be honest. Particularly everything on Les Marquises.

Les marquises is a pure jewel!!