Le tournesol

A song, from my French immer­sion school­ing, about sun­flow­ers. (Every time I see a field of sun­flow­ers, this song comes to me.)

Le tour­nesol, le tour­nesol
n’a pas besoin d’une bous­sole
ni d’arc-en-ciel, ni d’arc-en-ciel
pour se tourn­er vers le soleil

In Eng­lish:

The sun­flower, the sun­flower
has no need of a com­pass
nor of a rain­bow, nor of a rain­bow,
to turn its face to the sun

One thing I did­n’t remem­ber from ele­men­tary school music ses­sions in the library at École Lau­ri­er: that bassline.

Compare & contrast

One of my all-time favourite Christ­mas car­ols is “Ça Berg­ers”. (Most of my favourite car­ols are French, since I came up in a French immer­sion school. It makes it hard to find them, liv­ing as I do in a pre­dom­i­nant­ly Eng­lish part of Man­i­to­ba. Oh well.)

Every year I look it up on YouTube. The first year, there was one ver­sion, not a great one. It sound­ed like it’d been record­ed in a high-school gym onto cas­sette, and prob­a­bly was.

This year: There are plen­ty of choic­es. Here are a cou­ple for you. (Well, for me.)

The choral version

The death metal version

(with altered lyrics, natch)

Which do you prefer?

Snoopy’s Christmas

For those that did­n’t care for yes­ter­day’s Giger delights, I offer this.

When I was a kid, we had this song (along with the oth­er two Snoopy vs. the Red Baron tunes, and a bunch of Roy­al Guards­men songs on the B‑side) on an LP with a pink card­board sleeve. I must have come pret­ty close to wear­ing the record out over the years.

I actu­al­ly still have the record (thanks, Mom!) but a) I don’t have a record play­er and b) it’s pret­ty bad­ly warped now, so  the last time I tried to lis­ten to it, it sped up and slowed down to a degree com­pa­ra­ble to the songs they play on Lip Sync Battle.

Fun fact: As a kid I assumed the sound effect on the line “The Baron then offered / A hol­i­day toast” was a toast­er pop­ping out toast. Now I know it’s a cham­pagne cork. Ah, youth.

Fun times Friday

Here, have a ridicu­lous­ly toe-tap­py earworm:

When I went to see Les Clay­pool when he played Win­nipeg, I was pret­ty thrilled when he opened with this lit­tle dit­ty. It’s long been a favourite of mine. I hope you enjoy it too.

Music Monday: Sol Invictus

I’m not sure if Music Mon­day is a thing, or if Chad­wick is just try­ing to make it a thing, but either way here’s my response (riposte?) to his Queen post.

Faith No More put out a new album ear­li­er this year, their first release in 18 years. Because I’m old, I bought the CD. Here’s a live ver­sion of the first track, “Sol Invic­tus” (which is also the title of the album). It’s a qui­et med­i­ta­tion on the loss of faith.

I believe in some­thing, I think — for some rea­son that line real­ly gets me.

Also, for those look­ing for some­thing a bit loud­er and more aggres­sive, well, the new album has you cov­ered, too.

Here’s “Super­hero”, the sec­ond track:

 

Hadn’t heard this one in a while

- 1 -
De bon matin j’ai ren­con­tré le train
De trois grands rois qui allaient en voyage
De bon matin j’ai ren­con­tré le train
De trois grands rois dessus le grand chemin.

Venaient d’abord les gardes du corps
Des gens armés avec trente petits pages
Venaient d’abord les gardes du corps
Des gens armés dessus leur justaucorps

- 2 -
Puis sur un char doré de toutes parts
On voit trois rois mod­estes comme d’anges
Puis sur un char doré de toutes parts
Trois rois debout par­mi les étendards.

L’é­toile luit et les rois conduit
Par longs chemins devant une pau­vre étable
L’é­toile luit et les rois conduit
Par longs chemins devant l’hum­ble réduit.

- 3 -
Au Fils de Dieu qui naquit en ce lieu
Ils vien­nent tous présen­ter leurs hommages
Au Fils de Dieu qui naquit en ce lieu
Ils vien­nent tous présen­ter leurs doux voeux.

De beaux présents: or, myrrhe et encens
Ils vont offrir au Maître tant admirable
De beaux présents: or, myrrhe et encens
Ils vont offrir au bien­heureux Enfant.

On the way home from Christ­mas cel­e­bra­tions, we* were lis­ten­ing to CBC. They played a French Christ­mas con­cert, fea­tur­ing “Le marche des rois” (above), as well as my favourite car­ol in either lan­guage, “Ça berg­ers, assemblons-nous”.

Hope every­one had a mer­ry Christmas.


* Well, one of us was lis­ten­ing, and one of us was sleeping.

Songs I could listen to on infinite repeat: #1 in a fairly short list

Here It Is Again” by Beautiful South

It opens with a head­long rolling bassline. Then a piano starts to tin­kle over­top of the bass.

Here it is again it’s so so mad
Turn­ing young and hap­py into old and sad
Here it is again just passed by chance
All the way to the lawyer from a slop­py dance
It was anoth­er hol­i­day argument
But she threw him into the sea
A glass bot­tomed boat pulled him up
His face was rot­ting in weed
It was rot­ting in weed, I’ve seen those peo­ple bleed
If it nev­er hap­pens well it hap­pened to me

Do you know who you love
Does any­body here have a clue
Just who they’re with
And it was glance by glance
And it was blow by blow
Did they know
Just who they loved

At some point the strings come in. I’m nev­er sure if they’re there before I notice them, or if they’re just insert­ed so smooth­ly that I don’t notice when it happens.

Here it is again in the same disguise
Clean shoes, smart tie and deep blue eyes
Here it is again and it makes you sick
Watch the blind man walk along with­out a stick
Heads he was a beau­ti­ful lover
Tails he was def­i­nite­ly bad
Heads you’re like no other
Tails just the best he’d had

You’re the best he’s had
You’re the best so far
All the way to the church from the back of a car

The voice is husky and charm­ing, but there’s a sense of urgency to it. You’re nev­er sure if it’s fear or anger or sor­row dri­ving the words. You just know that you need the song to go on longer. Maybe forever.

Do you know who you love
Does any­body here have a clue
Just who they’re with
And it was glance by glance
And it was blow by blow
Did they know
Just who they loved
Just who they loved
Just who they loved
Just who they loved
Just who they loved

And then you press rewind and lis­ten to it again, so loud that the bass threat­ens to destroy your cheap car speak­ers. Let ’em go. What a way for them to die.

Then you see the girl in the next car, giv­ing you a fun­ny look because she’s caught you singing along. Oh well.