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Swingtime Baby
03:36
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Swingtime Baby
Réveil rude, nuit difficile
Mes rêves s’envolent dans un battement de cil
Le réconfort au fond d’un verre de gin
De mes espoirs perdus, que reste-t-il d’utile ?
À la radio, les nouvelles sont mauvaises
Et la Bourse elle reste toujours obèse
Le prix du pétrole se calcule en barils
Pendant que les politiciens s’engraissent et se caressent le nombril
Swingtime Baby, mais à quoi tu joues ?
La maison brûle et tout le monde s’en fout
Swingtime Baby goodbye coochie coo
À trop tirer sur la corde
On arrive au bout du bout- à genoux
Mais tout va bien, pourquoi tu t’inquiètes ?
On parle jamais que de notre planète
Les milliardaires s’envolent dans l’espace
Pendant que l’humanité saccage les espaces
N’y a-t-il pas une lueur dans la nuit ?
Une chandelle qui s’adresse à l’Éternel
Une autre façon d’envisager la Vie
Une étoile brillante tout au bout du tunnel ?
Swingtime Baby, mais à quoi on joue ?
La maison brûle et tout le monde s’en fout
Swingtime Baby goodbye coochie coo
À trop tirer sur la corde
On arrive au bout du bout - à genoux
Musique : Marcel Soulodre
Textes : Hervé Philip/ M. Soulodre
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Galère
03:30
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Galère
Je traîne mes pas dans la poussière
Ces grains de miséricorde
Chacun se greffe des œillères
Et voit midi à sa porte
I live in Hard Times
I live in Hard Times
Galère !
Faut-il en faire un mystère ?
L’humanité dans la discorde
Court après des chimères
Et se désaccorde
I live in Hard Times
I live in Hard Times
Galère !
Et toutes ces machines précaires
Qui dictent nos petites envies
Guident nos pas ephémères
Nos illusions de la vie
I live in Hard Times
I live in Hard Times
I live in Hard Times
Galère !
Envie de tout foutre en l’aire
Musique: M. Soulodre
Textes: H. Philip/M. Soulodre
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Birthday (Is That All There Is?)
Living it up in the information age
The internet give me all the answers
To get what I want out of this life
Let’s me cure my own cancer
I don’t wanna think I don’t wanna try
Never ever wanna compromise
I just wanna be user friendly
Hack is the new word for the wise
But Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
You get brushed away they proclaim a new day
And Baby that’s all there is
Youth industry is killing me by degrees
Hard these day to be a rolling stone
Cannot beg borrow or steal
Stand up and testify Mr. Jones
Guys like Elvis they had it made
Teenage Jesus didn’t talk no jive
Colonel Tom was faithful to the end
The King was worth more dead than alive
But Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
You get brushed away they proclaim a new day
And Baby that’s all there is
People want what it is they ain’t got
But when it’s gone they see it wasn’t so bad
Matter of fact they miss quite a lot
Spend the rest of the lives feeling cheated and sad
Only thing I know life is luxury
It’s the only thing they can’t take away
And I don’t give a good Goddamn in hell
‘bout whatever it is you got to sell
But Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
You get brushed away they proclaim a new day
And Baby that’s all there is
Music: M. Soulodre
Lyrics: Frain Cory/M. Soulodre
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North Of Dallas
03:39
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North Of Dallas
Luther is stuck up in a suburban life
Fat Carlotta is his buttoned down wife
Used to a time he could Rock ‘n’ Roll
But the cost of the good life has robbed him of his soul
American money pimps the Rock ‘n Roll whore
Beer signs flash above the stadium floor
American money faded dream
Sad sack wanna be’s with nothing left to redeem
Union Pacific the Sante Fe the CNR has rolled away
Bales of hay cows that munch
The killing floor slaughters so the folks can lunch
American money buys what you want
The sweet lord’s salvation flash it flaunt
American money supply and demand
American money come hold out your hand
I use to go the well everyday
Look down and wonder what went wrong
Now I’m so glad to put you behind me
So glad that you’re gone
Big screens little screens they’re all the same
Reality it ain’t quite so lame
Nicotine alcohol coffee or tea
Mama mama make mine heroin please
American money arms for the poor
Income tax evasion the billionaires’ cure
American money baby that’s your lot
Good ole Uncle Sam can always be bought
Music: M. Soulodre
Lyrics: Frain Cory/ M. Soulodre
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L'enjôleur
03:09
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L’enjôleur
Elle piège bien fardée ses paupières battent et jouent
Elle se pose en arc-en-ciel l’enjôleur hurle au loup
Je me suis fait coyote par désir raisonnable
Mais je serais mieux avec les cornes du diable
Elle respire sous un masque comédienne de quatre sous
Elle se trouble de parfums l’enjôleur hurle au loup
Je me suis fait coyote par désir raisonnable
Mais je serais mieux avec les reins du diable
Elle minaude des bouquets me réplique sans tabou
Elle déchire mes icônes l’enjôleur passe partout
Je me suis fait coyote par désir raisonnable
Mais je serais mieux avec les crocs du diable
Elle tourne ses talons du dos me désavoue
Elle claque chaque porte l’enjôleur passe partout
Je me suis fait coyote par désir raisonnable
Mais je serais mieux dans la peau du diable
Musique: Marcel Soulodre
Paroles: Bernard Bocquel/ M. Soulodre
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And With A Smile
03:14
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And With A Smile
Stop all your whining stop all your crying
Get a grip on yourself you’re bugging everybody else
You say you hurt but you’re not the first
You don’t even get the privilege of being the last
Heard it all before haven’t you
Apathy nothing new
Take it all for granted and with a smile
Mobilized civic pride
Boosterism in no short supply
You fear the worst being dragged through the dirt
Sneaking suspicion they just might be right
Heard it all before haven’t you
Apathy nothing new
Take it all for granted and with a smile
Life ain’t always sweet but this is all you get
Stop looking for reasons to sit and kvetch
You would do well to stay out of my face
Keep in mind the world’s a big place
Heard it all before haven’t you
Apathy nothing new
Take it all for granted and with a smile
Music: M. Soulodre
Lyrics: Frain Cory/ M. Soulodre
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Fou de toi
04:17
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Fou de toi
Jour après jour seul au centre commercial
Mon cœur éclate d’un amour létal
Pour enfin te parler, j’ai fait tellement d’efforts
J’en ai pleuré toutes les larmes de mon corps
Mais toi pourquoi tu ne me vois pas ?
Tu t’éloignes toujours de moi
Un beau jour, tu m’aimeras
Tellement je suis fou de toi
Dans la cathédrale, j’ai allumé tous les cierges
Pour que tu m’aimes, j’ai imploré la Sainte-Vierge
Mes yeux saignent et j’ai prié à genoux
Mais même la Vierge, elle s’en fout
Mais toi ! Pourquoi tu ne me vois pas ?
Tu te moques toujours de moi
Un beau jour tu m’aimeras
Tellement je suis fou de toi
Je t’aime sans te le dire, sans oser l’avouer…
Je sais que mon avenir est écrit à tes côtés
Le meilleur est à venir, jamais j’abandonnerai
Hier je t’ai aperçue telle une lueur
Pas osé t’approcher j’avais trop peur
Tu es la plus belle des madones
Tu m’aimeras un jour faut pas que j’abandonne
Mais toi ! Pourquoi tu ne me veux pas ?
Tu te moques et tu t’en vas
Un beau jour tu m’aimeras
Tellement je suis fou de toi
Musique: M. Soulodre
Textes: Hervé Philip
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Reviens Sweet Mary Ann
03:33
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Reviens Sweet Mary Ann
Je ne savais plus quoi dire
Je n’osais même plus penser
J’espérais juste un sourire
Je ne pouvais plus réfléchir
Je voyais monter la marée
Mais ne tenais guère au martyre
Reviens à moi
Reviens à toi
Come back my sweet Mary Ann
Je ne savais plus où me cacher
Je croyais qu’une simple prière
Pourrait enfin me racheter
Quand il me vient le vœux
De vouloir me couper en deux
Aide-moi à combattre ma jalousie
Reviens à moi
Reviens à toi
Come back my sweet Mary Ann
Each and every day I hope and pray
You’ll turn around and look my
And see a reflection of yourself in me
So I took pen and paper in hand
I wrote this song for a R&R band
The easiest way for me to say I love you
Reviens à moi
Reviens à toi
Come back my sweet Mary Ann
Musique: M. Soulodre
Textes/Lyrics : Bernard Bocquel/ Frain Cory/ M. Soulodre
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Hello Out There
03:29
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Hello Out There
Hello Hello out there I was wondering how you’re doing
Do you still care or is it only yourself that you’re fooling
Jody had it coming playing with loaded lovers
Blew her heart away now she’s running for cover
I would try to help in any way I can
But it’s been to long a time and I ain’t miracle man
They’re scooping up the cash in the miracle marts
People want salvation just don’t know where to start
The media is bleeding everything up dry
They package it so nicely first you laugh and then you cry
I have been trying for so long now
Getting things straight in my life
Maybe there ain’t no use in worrying about it
Maybe there ain’t no wrong from right
Hello Hello out there I was wondering how you’re doing
Do you still care or is it only yourself that you’re fooling
From Mars to Manhattan the story still the same
We’re scared to make decisions don’t wanna face the blame
But sooner or later you gotta make a choice
Whether to be walking or driving a Rolls Royce
Everything that I own I can carry in my hands
People see me on the street they don’t want to understand
A guitar and a notebook is all I keep with me
I’m an existential dropout with a fractured philosophy
I have been trying for so long now
Getting things straight in my life
Maybe there ain’t no use in worrying about it
Maybe there ain’t no wrong from right
Hello Hello out there I was wondering how you’re doing
Do you still care or is it only yourself that you’re fooling
Music: M. Soulodre
Lyrics: Frain Cory/M. Soulodre
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Call It Something
04:09
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Call It Something
Still got the power still got the love
Still got the passion but it ain’t enough
Sometimes I feel like holding your head underwater
Trying to get by from day to day how I do it I just can’t say
Ain’t it funny how you can always bring me to the brink of laughter
What’s the difference between give and take
How do measure the love that we make?
If we have to we’ll call it something
But it’s a something that don’t need no name
Get out of bed go to the phone
Take another message they won’t leave me alone
Hate to think what they’d do without me
You give me a squeeze mess up my hair listen to me bitch
Tell me you don’t care is that any way to treat your one and only?
What’s the difference between give and take
How do measure the love that we make?
If we have to we’ll call it something
But it’s a something that don’t need no name
Don’t know the reason gripped by the notion
Can’t fight the feeling slave to emotion
How can one man get himself into so much trouble?
Still got the power still got the love
still got the passion but that ain’t enough
You know I talk tough but one look from you
And I am reduced to rubble
What’s the difference between give and take
How do measure the love that we make?
If we have to we’ll call it something
But it’s a something that don’t need no name
Music: M. Soulodre
Lyrics: Frain Cory/ M. Soulodre
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Irrational Man
04:45
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Irrational Man
I get go to work each day
Dead end job need the pay
40 hours on the line
driving me crazy but I still do the time
Daddy said with a wink of his eye
Son try and understand the reason why
Fate destiny there one in the same
It’s why I’m out here playing this game
I’m just getting my job done best that I can
Use my own tools sometimes break the rules
I’m a working man
We all know how the story supposed to go
You find a girl then don’t you know
She’s run off with some other man
You’re all alone eating Pork & Beans in a can
I’m just getting my job done best that I can
Alone at least enjoying this cold feast
On my own again
Surprise surprise I’m back on my feet
Bet you thought you’d see splayed out in the street
Do what you want I really don’t care
I ain’t gonna fight you my head’s not there
Seems all we do is fast track these days
Run like rats through a maze
Makes me nervous ill at ease
Our lives are ruled by technology
I’m just getting my job done best that I can
The dye is cast and I’m figuring to last
An Irrational Man
Music: M. Soulodre
Lyrics: Frain Cory/ M. Soulodre
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Marcel SOULODRE /M SOUL Strasbourg, France
M.pour Marcel Soul pour Soulodre
Chanteur-musicien, guitare, piano. Auteur-compositeur, né à Winnipeg au Canada,
petit fils de pionniers français et américains.
Bercé depuis sa tendre enfance par la musique traditionnelle jouée par ses parents, c'est sur le piano de sa grand-mère qu'il démarre la musique à l'âge de 6 ans.
Compositeur (plusieurs centaines de Chansons en Anglais et en Français)
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